<?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-843215755166122035</id><updated>2012-02-29T02:27:24.384+08:00</updated><category term='Hebbel'/><title type='text'>Yiyun's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5023963211292268256</id><published>2012-02-29T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T02:27:24.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Leap Day everyone! ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5023963211292268256?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5023963211292268256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5023963211292268256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-leap-day-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7181246097111183202</id><published>2012-02-28T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T08:21:14.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With time.</title><content type='html'>Blogging with my phone on the blogger app because I can't sleep. The backache is getting from bad to worse. This post is gonna be about mix issues, so don't get confused if you do find yourself reading gibberish halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it to you once just and I'll say it again. I am so grateful, so thankful, so blessed to have you. Whenever hear unhappy stuff going on between couples, whenever I hear crazy unreasonable stuff going on in their relationship, you don't know how badly&amp;nbsp;I want you to be by my side, so that I can tell you how grateful I am, for you. And to anyone reading this blog, I pray that you'll find someone who you can relate THIS KIND of feeling with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss both of you kukus. :( It's like we drifted but we didn't. I miss our lousy jokes, I miss all those retarded stuff we do together, I miss all the random things we talk about, I miss ending up having nothing to do together, I miss our failed plans but it's always so fun because it's failed, I miss what we used to have. Maybe growing up takes away things we used to take for granted. Like free time. We're all too busy for each other, I would squeeze time out of my hectic&amp;nbsp;schedule&amp;nbsp;just for the both of you. Will we all do the same? Or, will all these stuff going on in our life let us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that day, when I broke down really badly, it was my last straw. I didn't care that I was in tutorial lessons, I just really cried like mad while watching, after watching that video. I was numb for so long that I didn't manage to realize that I was in so much pain and I always kept it inside, I always held my faith, even in times when I feel so empty I asked myself to believe. Just for you. I guess I just wasn't worth your courage to fight a little harder. I just wasn't worth anything to you. It took that moment, to tell myself "You're not worth it, it's time to walk away for good." You know it, if I was worthy, you would have. You can lie with words, but not with your actions. You broke everything, everything that I had, even when I trusted you not to. But thank you, cause now I'll stand up stronger than before. Slowly, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what's going on huh. Talk about loyalty. Can I just throw it all away, just for the sake of myself? Can you for once, look at us and feel what we're feeling? You're just telling us do this do that, you expect this and that, and then you treat us like this. You think I don't feel it? I'm trying my best to be invisible, I don't want to be in your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy, it's a good sign. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is like splitting now. My brain's screaming for rest, but I can't. Don't understand why even when I start early, I still end up studying like it's last minute. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are too tiring to explain verbally. That's why blogging is my only outlet. It's like after I pen all my unhappy stuff here, I feel lighter. The archives are keeping my troubles for me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7181246097111183202?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7181246097111183202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7181246097111183202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/02/with-time.html' title='With time.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3446939833816916467</id><published>2012-02-20T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T14:58:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mentor, my teacher, my guidance, my friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In loving memory of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MR CHARLES ANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot describe how I felt when I received the news of you passing on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know what to feel. I wasn't sad, I was just in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you, so suddenly be gone without a word, a sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember laughing at you just 2 weeks ago, saying that you've grown some hair recently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and how I promised that we would visit you this teacher's day again, all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That familiar face you gave when I said I had to leave early,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and asking me to have lunch next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me how was I supposed to accept such news?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your brother started to talk to us about you, that was when sadness struck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My tears started to fall and so did siew's and sienwei's and and you saw them didn't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But cher, I'm okay now, I know you're in a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm happy for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God took you home too early, you were such a great asset to the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always remember your teachings and&amp;nbsp;advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have decided the tuition&amp;nbsp;center&amp;nbsp;going no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may be gone but your spirit stays within us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3446939833816916467?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3446939833816916467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3446939833816916467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-mentor-my-teacher-my-guidance-my.html' title='My mentor, my teacher, my guidance, my friend.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2805944944034232884</id><published>2012-02-20T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T14:47:55.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A slice of the strawberry strudel boyfriend bought for my family. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDX3nCIdiqs/TzqaUuwUh4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/SltBZUbijkU/s1600/IMG_3418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDX3nCIdiqs/TzqaUuwUh4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/SltBZUbijkU/s640/IMG_3418.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine's 2012 was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to you ZhangYuTing, I had a really wonderful day. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite screwing up my autocad ST, seeing him right after the paper made me feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to JP for sushi even though he don't really fancy Japanese food. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask him where he wanna eat also don't want to say, ah, later tell me want to eat newyorknewyork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WELL ANYWAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way we dropped by awfully chocolate to visit Jenn, but she was so so so busy with work to even notice us! So he decided that the only way to say hi was to actually buy something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of us didn't know what to get so he got "Dark Chocolate Truffles" for me omg it's freaking nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it literally melts in your mouth. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poFEDIW3kb0/TzqaXgKRt-I/AAAAAAAAAog/jjM3jXVAJsw/s1600/IMG_3440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poFEDIW3kb0/TzqaXgKRt-I/AAAAAAAAAog/jjM3jXVAJsw/s640/IMG_3440.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenn was the epic one though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she looked up and saw that it was me at the cashier, she went like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't want to serve already." and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bitch sia this girl! Damn rude to the customer aka ME! Tsktsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mtgUqSuM3w/TzqaZvwtiSI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1RsJq20eo0I/s1600/IMG_3442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mtgUqSuM3w/TzqaZvwtiSI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1RsJq20eo0I/s640/IMG_3442.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I ask for a picture, this usually happens. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ8_zA6kbEo/Tzqaa8IHpcI/AAAAAAAAAow/FqqT9WXNBdE/s1600/IMG_3444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ8_zA6kbEo/Tzqaa8IHpcI/AAAAAAAAAow/FqqT9WXNBdE/s640/IMG_3444.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um2BtKiCszY/TzqacSJ2iUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/BjXFG-ZTaDU/s1600/IMG_3445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um2BtKiCszY/TzqacSJ2iUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/BjXFG-ZTaDU/s640/IMG_3445.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIYfZXzmN28/Tzqae5r9FYI/AAAAAAAAApA/_6d6P6hC3VI/s1600/IMG_3446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIYfZXzmN28/Tzqae5r9FYI/AAAAAAAAApA/_6d6P6hC3VI/s640/IMG_3446.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7JdXv-0dYTY/TzqagnqPfmI/AAAAAAAAApI/e_h51i0a8F0/s1600/IMG_3447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7JdXv-0dYTY/TzqagnqPfmI/AAAAAAAAApI/e_h51i0a8F0/s640/IMG_3447.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBQc20BtWcM/TzqaiTpFRMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lOp3bjA7V3U/s1600/IMG_3448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBQc20BtWcM/TzqaiTpFRMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lOp3bjA7V3U/s640/IMG_3448.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess we're the only couple that spends their valentine's in a library. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie with Jenn &amp;amp; Yann at night after boyfriend's guitar lessons.&lt;br /&gt;"The&amp;nbsp;descendants" ain't too bad I suppose, well surely better than "chronicles".&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the rest of the details, it has been like 5 days since I saved this post? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2805944944034232884?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2805944944034232884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2805944944034232884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-2012.html' title='Valentine&apos;s 2012.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDX3nCIdiqs/TzqaUuwUh4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/SltBZUbijkU/s72-c/IMG_3418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3159084663759631041</id><published>2012-02-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:35:18.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love gently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All engineers are crazy people. No kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you ask me to build this, it'll probably end up not looking anything like how it's suppose to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea how it's gonna start up and move, but according to the person who built this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;apparently it's a working "car". with 2 rear wheels and 1 back wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdM8s4VTIX0/TzJ96XHrVWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yP8zUs4eA18/s1600/IMG_3371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdM8s4VTIX0/TzJ96XHrVWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yP8zUs4eA18/s640/IMG_3371.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Mervin's baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cannot touch water and must be handled with care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free&amp;nbsp;labor&amp;nbsp;aka limyiyun has to take note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last lesson of acting module for CTPP,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll miss this module so much cause it's so much fun. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Production is gonna be so tiring with IP and SIP with only 24 hours per day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But oh well, I'm not alone. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-zuL1miWfo/TzJ989Ncg7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/tPH2x8qbvs0/s1600/IMG_3373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-zuL1miWfo/TzJ989Ncg7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/tPH2x8qbvs0/s640/IMG_3373.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOOK AT THAT GIRL I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE'S DOING HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wcmwixeb7gs/TzJ9_2AvkBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YlqzXwH4nH8/s1600/IMG_3375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wcmwixeb7gs/TzJ9_2AvkBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YlqzXwH4nH8/s640/IMG_3375.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To sum the module up, Miss Suzan made us try out a different piece from our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, I got a really contrasting piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the Queen of Faries, Titania to a Mental Hospital Patient,it was actually quite a challenge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted to play a lunatic so it's like a dream come true for me luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did better than I expected, but claire &amp;amp; chloe said insane = me so there was not much difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT HEY. CHER SAID IT WAS IMPRESSIVE OKAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFubeG5n6R8/TzJ-DLmAiyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZtoCGj-w0QA/s1600/IMG_3377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WFubeG5n6R8/TzJ-DLmAiyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZtoCGj-w0QA/s640/IMG_3377.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxCpXbcyFt8/TzKCb5PtQ8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/sHEHyfZonYc/s1600/AlB4P_3CQAAyBg1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxCpXbcyFt8/TzKCb5PtQ8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/sHEHyfZonYc/s640/AlB4P_3CQAAyBg1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meet Freddy &amp;amp; Suzzy! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credit: Amazing Aisyah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rk2BUMXPAzU/TzJ-D7vFolI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9r-ZWOXWU6s/s1600/IMG_3381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rk2BUMXPAzU/TzJ-D7vFolI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9r-ZWOXWU6s/s640/IMG_3381.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iNL7BQnsLs/TzJ-FQGFmhI/AAAAAAAAAng/4f2-R292rW0/s1600/IMG_3385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iNL7BQnsLs/TzJ-FQGFmhI/AAAAAAAAAng/4f2-R292rW0/s640/IMG_3385.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhGnjJOf7jk/TzJ-GrE0qhI/AAAAAAAAAno/beVfyuhCcMk/s1600/IMG_3386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhGnjJOf7jk/TzJ-GrE0qhI/AAAAAAAAAno/beVfyuhCcMk/s640/IMG_3386.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fin8DhIsuG0/TzJ-IPKOYOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XBfLiAGajQ0/s1600/IMG_3387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fin8DhIsuG0/TzJ-IPKOYOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XBfLiAGajQ0/s640/IMG_3387.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to JE library today with boyfriend to study. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took the chance to finish up autocad so that I won't have a hard time tomorrow! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While that boy was watching me use autocad like a noob, he said he can't picture me playing dota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wise choice, don't. Cause you'll vomit all your internal organs out. It's that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I manage to complete it ANYWAYS, so I think I have a chance of passing this module. HEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU-Iuf1eyzM/TzJ-L1WVROI/AAAAAAAAAoA/03KRe6rC3q8/s1600/IMG_3391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU-Iuf1eyzM/TzJ-L1WVROI/AAAAAAAAAoA/03KRe6rC3q8/s640/IMG_3391.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You don't see him smile smile uh, HE WAS SLACKING OKAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading comics after doing just &lt;b&gt;5 questions&lt;/b&gt;, 我也拿他没办法!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaaWBNlYLlw/TzJ-MxQXhsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/W6gZb_WR0_k/s1600/IMG_3392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaaWBNlYLlw/TzJ-MxQXhsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/W6gZb_WR0_k/s640/IMG_3392.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being&amp;nbsp;uncooperative when I wanted to take picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know who says must have many pictures one, I WONDER.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c91-haQCIBk/TzJ-KN_ExYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/S-ut77NWOJ8/s1600/IMG_3390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c91-haQCIBk/TzJ-KN_ExYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/S-ut77NWOJ8/s640/IMG_3390.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the most decent&amp;nbsp;picture of the day which is still indecent. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still looks nice though. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head to IMM for dinner cause both of us couldn't stand staying in the library anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gave up "We not naughty" for "Fish &amp;amp; Co." and I'm proud to say I finally used my mastercard today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't sign my screwed up signature but it's okay, I'll get it with more practice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took the long way home cause I was soooo sooooo tired. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dozed off immediately after boyfriend sent me off on 190.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted to go for a short jog when I got home but realized that my feet is still injured, MEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND I'M GETTING REALLY TIRED TYPING SO I SHALL END THIS POST HERE OKAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYE. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal for today: SLEEP BEFORE 12 MIDNIGHT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#CHALLENGEACCEPTED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3159084663759631041?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3159084663759631041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3159084663759631041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-love-gently.html' title='To love gently.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdM8s4VTIX0/TzJ96XHrVWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yP8zUs4eA18/s72-c/IMG_3371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1790340232257034939</id><published>2012-02-06T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:22:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello stalkers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know some of these pictures are ancient but I haven got a chance to blog about it so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you stalk my twitter too you might have probably seen majority of these so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finally step foot into IKEA @ Tampines after 18 years of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YES, I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN STUCK AT THE ONE AT QUEENSWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, the food is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpYVad5gtr8/Ty6zKPzQPEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_Tog1kA9Jpo/s1600/330157_10150512514691940_523771939_8818248_1775892669_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpYVad5gtr8/Ty6zKPzQPEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_Tog1kA9Jpo/s640/330157_10150512514691940_523771939_8818248_1775892669_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty pretty light bulbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mf8lPZj70fo/Ty6zHDv6AiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/m1L_6ik9RSs/s1600/329118_10150512515111940_523771939_8818253_1695734347_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mf8lPZj70fo/Ty6zHDv6AiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/m1L_6ik9RSs/s640/329118_10150512515111940_523771939_8818253_1695734347_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj431A2S0pY/Ty6zEU2CE5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/l1tiUH-T5k8/s1600/328491_10150512514121940_523771939_8818239_141377654_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj431A2S0pY/Ty6zEU2CE5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/l1tiUH-T5k8/s640/328491_10150512514121940_523771939_8818239_141377654_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Busy admiring herself to even take notice of me. Okay can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hjLSCbINa0/Ty6zBv4Km4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xxei-GqvCqs/s1600/325430_10150512512561940_523771939_8818217_711376185_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hjLSCbINa0/Ty6zBv4Km4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xxei-GqvCqs/s640/325430_10150512512561940_523771939_8818217_711376185_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is definitely on my to-get list. (:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In future when I get married, or when I have a room to myself, I really want one of this beside my bed. I've always wanted to sit in bed with my comfy blanket on a rainy night, with a hot cup of coffee and a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIzGtrmRqFc/Ty6zNKymdtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7-2sNnFQlJw/s1600/411400_10150512513601940_523771939_8818231_1937869277_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIzGtrmRqFc/Ty6zNKymdtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7-2sNnFQlJw/s640/411400_10150512513601940_523771939_8818231_1937869277_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are pretty too! Provided the person sharing the bed with me approves of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If not, I'll be perfectly contented with the first one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sneak peak into the life of a CTPP student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlEi9oVR49k/Ty6yDF6O0wI/AAAAAAAAAkg/4JQ1Fmro38U/s1600/IMG_3047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlEi9oVR49k/Ty6yDF6O0wI/AAAAAAAAAkg/4JQ1Fmro38U/s640/IMG_3047.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Actually this one also nothing to peak lah horh. It's just a... spotlight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_x6sRY8waY/Ty6yJTcdlpI/AAAAAAAAAko/bxctkJdX3u0/s1600/IMG_3050.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_x6sRY8waY/Ty6yJTcdlpI/AAAAAAAAAko/bxctkJdX3u0/s640/IMG_3050.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My CA poem, still madly in love with it. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-GT58Zf-3s/Ty6yL2H6EhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0dkORWA99Qk/s1600/IMG_3052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-GT58Zf-3s/Ty6yL2H6EhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0dkORWA99Qk/s640/IMG_3052.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is me and kenneth,&lt;b&gt; my gay best friend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at his spastic face HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with Timo for dinner with Huining before she flies back to the states,&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are so different so she couldn't stay for CNY! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZjYf-ZEfL4/Ty6yM-fZvdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0dAIdI3k3rs/s1600/IMG_3079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZjYf-ZEfL4/Ty6yM-fZvdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0dAIdI3k3rs/s640/IMG_3079.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me &amp;amp; Timotheus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE36_Q4_HEc/Ty6yQVtkxSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QGlINHnNpJU/s1600/IMG_3081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE36_Q4_HEc/Ty6yQVtkxSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QGlINHnNpJU/s640/IMG_3081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ziliang, Me, Timotheus and Huining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although ziliang and hwee neng were quarreling so much at the dinner table, you know they'll miss each other when hweeneng goes back to the states. After all, not many can match with hweeneng's chilli padi-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing Hweeneng enjoying her life aboard makes my butt itch. I really wanna go to UK, or maybe Australia to further studies. People ask, NUS also top few universities in the world what for you spend the extra money to go overseas. I know it's not cheap to go overseas. Around 8-10k more than studying in a local&amp;nbsp;university&amp;nbsp;per year. But, don't people get it? The course I'm in, the dream I'm chasing, the direction I'm running in, Singapore is not experienced enough to give me ample knowledge on it. So what if NUS, NTU, SMU are good universities? They can't cater to what I need to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When things get bored in econs tutorial,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNuKh7xh1Hw/Ty6yj8tRfOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0wh9cjqfXE4/s1600/IMG_3106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNuKh7xh1Hw/Ty6yj8tRfOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0wh9cjqfXE4/s640/IMG_3106.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tada! There you have it! Aisyah fish braided my hair!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not even one of the best fish braids she has ever braided. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-677FS5FFGiU/Ty6ylZltH-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/H3lV_G3w8VU/s1600/IMG_3109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-677FS5FFGiU/Ty6ylZltH-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/H3lV_G3w8VU/s640/IMG_3109.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now you know why school is never boring? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember coming home in a super foul mood, then I saw her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxW48Z6g_iI/Ty6yo3-MoyI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Hr0cSe59SHc/s1600/IMG_3139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxW48Z6g_iI/Ty6yo3-MoyI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Hr0cSe59SHc/s640/IMG_3139.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She has the power to make me smile even with that frown on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you to bits Renee Lim. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OPmq7-hWEY/Ty6yt_GVjNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/CAlp_oK9kIA/s1600/IMG_3151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OPmq7-hWEY/Ty6yt_GVjNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/CAlp_oK9kIA/s640/IMG_3151.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4wYLpsG2eA/Ty6yviJv2jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ulMrC6x7qwU/s1600/IMG_3152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4wYLpsG2eA/Ty6yviJv2jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ulMrC6x7qwU/s640/IMG_3152.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-----------------------------------------------------------------&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was craving for this. So I drank it. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nTmpQc1Sgo/Ty6yzRCEe0I/AAAAAAAAAlw/duRwl_hiahU/s1600/IMG_3175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nTmpQc1Sgo/Ty6yzRCEe0I/AAAAAAAAAlw/duRwl_hiahU/s640/IMG_3175.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another pretty baby, WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR HUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't remember being so pretty when I was young!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7AMnRaKQz0/Ty6y1zZNafI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5MoRpnzok_g/s1600/IMG_3176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7AMnRaKQz0/Ty6y1zZNafI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5MoRpnzok_g/s640/IMG_3176.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the hairdresser today with mom after dinner on impulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I asked the hairdresser to give me side bangs. He said "Orh okay, understand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I was impressed. Till he took a big chunk of my fringe and snipped everything off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't turn out that bad afterall, I guess? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fni0uT8ZjzE/Ty6y3Mc04hI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vlxlVdG1--E/s1600/IMG_3365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fni0uT8ZjzE/Ty6y3Mc04hI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vlxlVdG1--E/s640/IMG_3365.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzGDKx0cSvQ/Ty6y42XQDJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/BBHo8HBbmsM/s1600/IMG_3366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzGDKx0cSvQ/Ty6y42XQDJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/BBHo8HBbmsM/s640/IMG_3366.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still getting used to the clear view without the obstruction of my fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*pats my fringe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1790340232257034939?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1790340232257034939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1790340232257034939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-stalkers.html' title='Hello stalkers.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpYVad5gtr8/Ty6zKPzQPEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_Tog1kA9Jpo/s72-c/330157_10150512514691940_523771939_8818248_1775892669_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5906353832757748071</id><published>2012-01-29T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T02:02:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom.</title><content type='html'>I really want to blog about something happy. *stares blankly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have really amazing friends. I can't explain how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Whether close or not, thank you for being my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nakama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you're going through hell, keep going."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep moving so that I won't end up even more lost than I am now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5906353832757748071?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5906353832757748071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5906353832757748071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/01/vroom.html' title='Vroom.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5325981898865032450</id><published>2012-01-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:15:11.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, please calm this wretch soul of mine.</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot I had a blog. Time for self reflection I guess, I can't seem to put what I'm feeling now into words. PMS is just an excuse to throw a temper. No, I'm not suffering from PMS, I'm just in a really foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see me as a bubbly, easy-going, friendly and positive person. Sorry to disappoint, I'm not exactly that all the time. Sometimes I think that my negative traits overpower my positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of annoying people, all the times. I'm afraid that they'll be annoyed by my sudden burst of energy/uncontrollable laughter. I'm afraid that they'll be scared away by my hostility. I'm afraid they'll think I'm an attention seeking bitch when I'm sad. I'm trapped in the eyes of society. I'm mindful of what people think of me, say of me, feel of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate apologizing. Some childhood stuff. I do it when I have to, but I simply hate doing that. That's why I'm always extra careful when handling humans so that I don't do anything wrong. Often being too careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I'm too harsh on my friends too. Probably because they are everything I have. I have always been detached from my family so I guess my best friends are probably the people that knows almost everything that I am.&amp;nbsp;Since young, I was trained to be a fighter. Maybe I can use that as an excuse for my aggressive nature.&amp;nbsp;I don't know how to love them gently, yet they are always here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to be a better person for everyone. But I'm willing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything even make sense here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5325981898865032450?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5325981898865032450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5325981898865032450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/01/lord-please-calm-this-wretch-soul-of.html' title='Lord, please calm this wretch soul of mine.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-4304559801835821258</id><published>2012-01-11T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:32:36.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versus.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to worry everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想通了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love's Exquisite Freedom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Maya Angelou&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love arrives;&lt;br /&gt;and in its train come ecstasies.&lt;br /&gt;Old memories of pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;ancient histories of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if we are bold&lt;br /&gt;love strikes away the chains of fear&lt;br /&gt;from our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are weaned from our timidity.&lt;br /&gt;In the flush of love’s light&lt;br /&gt;we dare be brave&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly we see&lt;br /&gt;that love costs all we are&lt;br /&gt;and will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is only love&lt;br /&gt;which sets us free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-4304559801835821258?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4304559801835821258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4304559801835821258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/01/versus.html' title='Versus.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7871914630673327745</id><published>2012-01-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:06:12.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to act like I don't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to brush it off like it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell, the more I try, the more I think. The more I think, the more...&lt;br /&gt;yeah lah yeah lah, I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I admit, yes, jealous, superrrrr jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm so angry at myself for being jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just control yourself Lim Yi Yun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7871914630673327745?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7871914630673327745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7871914630673327745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-tried-to-act-like-i-dont-feel-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6280421790629152986</id><published>2012-01-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:13:00.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Split seconds.</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;Super reluctant to go to bed because I know when I wake up, it's time to be hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;6 papers for ST. Just the thought of it kills me inside.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not that bad after all with the long holiday that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. Trying. To. Look. On. The. Brighter. Side. Of. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/EPM5dhwHw6o/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPM5dhwHw6o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPM5dhwHw6o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6280421790629152986?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6280421790629152986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6280421790629152986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2012/01/split-seconds.html' title='Split seconds.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7530367423702082479</id><published>2011-12-29T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:01:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第四十九天。</title><content type='html'>Funny how blogger becomes the most private space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts so badly now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to whine but my head is really in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find something to do to distract myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7530367423702082479?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7530367423702082479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7530367423702082479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_29.html' title='第四十九天。'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8185340763844784424</id><published>2011-12-09T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:00:40.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who let the dogs out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MSTs ARE OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I FEEL SO LIBERATED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL NOW, OMG SO TOUCHED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIX BLARDY PAPERS. ALL DOWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AM I DREAMING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFGApcuzsw/TuGh_UOBp0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/nHPjoom-bf4/s1600/tumblr_lvwfknxZgj1r8058ko1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFGApcuzsw/TuGh_UOBp0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/nHPjoom-bf4/s400/tumblr_lvwfknxZgj1r8058ko1_250.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hyb_xtXVCAA/TuGhyLUQ0EI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NKdODvO7KJY/s1600/tumblr_lvlgouzJOi1qaprs1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hyb_xtXVCAA/TuGhyLUQ0EI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NKdODvO7KJY/s640/tumblr_lvlgouzJOi1qaprs1.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVMs5Oq-sGY/TuGh4z9wMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5uX_i8ujbQw/s1600/tumblr_lvukwbwnZC1qejsq5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVMs5Oq-sGY/TuGh4z9wMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5uX_i8ujbQw/s640/tumblr_lvukwbwnZC1qejsq5.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPjpz5p7P7E/TuGh9W17SkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Y--eJpf_9bo/s1600/tumblr_lvv3g5BOGs1r1z771.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPjpz5p7P7E/TuGh9W17SkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Y--eJpf_9bo/s640/tumblr_lvv3g5BOGs1r1z771.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkP_Q5MeQ4Y/TuGh1e1GdUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/zwHcnxlJqq8/s1600/tumblr_lvqy8jzK4d1qflvff.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I think about the incoming projects and the open house training week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My holidays are gonna be eaten up by THOSE MONGSTERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't work or do whatever shit at will! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY EMOTIONS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8185340763844784424?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8185340763844784424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8185340763844784424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Who let the dogs out?'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFGApcuzsw/TuGh_UOBp0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/nHPjoom-bf4/s72-c/tumblr_lvwfknxZgj1r8058ko1_250.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8670566021248803493</id><published>2011-12-08T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:11:36.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end point.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to focus so badly but I can't seem to wake my brain up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slacking off at the end of MST is not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNUlXBfgcRw/Tt-sR6jPGRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/5iKmM3Df2Wo/s1600/tumblr_lvpev0vbhZ1qglep7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNUlXBfgcRw/Tt-sR6jPGRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/5iKmM3Df2Wo/s640/tumblr_lvpev0vbhZ1qglep7o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8670566021248803493?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8670566021248803493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8670566021248803493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-point.html' title='The end point.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNUlXBfgcRw/Tt-sR6jPGRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/5iKmM3Df2Wo/s72-c/tumblr_lvpev0vbhZ1qglep7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1020739282435601615</id><published>2011-11-30T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T03:50:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was studying F&amp;amp;B and Econs when from the corner of my eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I saw you preparing your kaya bread in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned my head around, but there was no kaya, no bread, no butter knife, no you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I smelt the fragrance of the kaya you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Okay great I'm already tearing before I even started.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since you left, I've only shed 2 drops of tears. I think you saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must have been shaking your head cause you won't want me to cry for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then ah, they keep repeating the same sentence from the scriptures and I had nothing to do so I looked in front and I saw you then I miss you then I sad mah so tear lo. Cannot blame me one okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But since that time, nope, not even a single drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held it all in. I'm your strong girl ain't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you proud of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought that I would lose you so soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so sudden. No last words, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although everytime you would causally tell me that you're old and that you were passing on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always believed you'll live till a ripe old age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That'll you see me marry the love of my life, create little&amp;nbsp;mischievous&amp;nbsp;angels like myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;help me take care of my angels who will be scampering around endlessly like the small me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still remember when I was young, really young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to tag along with you to the wet market, and then we'll go to the supermarket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll fall in love with some stupid shit toys and you'll always, always buy them for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the funny keychains and weird looking pencils, I still remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you would laugh at me and tell me they were useless but still buy them for me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would stumble behind you and all your groceries, carrying a small bag of vegetables and my toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I grew older, and I stopped following you around like a lost puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would be in school and when I come home, you'll be preparing for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your green rectangular bag? You've never changed it all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the mornings when I come over, you'll be fast asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to sit beside your mattress doing random stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were always so tired that you don't even realize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday nights I would stay over, &lt;br /&gt;sleep in your mattress and look up at your clothes hanging from the windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew you were at work and I'll just count the dinosaurs on the sheets till I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow every Saturday morning I get my soya bean milk chilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you left them out there to cool then into the fridge to chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I go to the market to get stuff, I'll specially pass by the shelter where you and your friends usually would be at, just to see if you were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you were, I'll shout "AH GONG" damn loudly. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll proudly tell all your friends that I'm your granddaughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see it from the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm really proud to have you too you know? &lt;br /&gt;You're one of the greatest man I've ever known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's still so many so many things I remember about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't go on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nose and eyes are coming off. I feel the skin peeling liao nah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1020739282435601615?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1020739282435601615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1020739282435601615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/19-days.html' title='19 days.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2543182902973062526</id><published>2011-11-27T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T03:13:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all the dreams that never came true cause you're too damn scared to try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I can't concentrate and be productive on my notes,&amp;nbsp;my ridiculously boring notes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall write some of my nonsense. I'm forever writing nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But people read my nonsense. So they are not really nonsense I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW LAH. WHO STARTED THIS TOPIC? WHO. WHO?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, my notes are really boring. I have no idea how to describe them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe it's me. I've been on the same module for like 2 days straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't take all those boring shit anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the stuff are common sense but we have to memorize the points and sub-points&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND subsub-points now that's not the end we still have the elaborations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's irritating beyond words I tell you. No kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My contacts expiring soon, and my new pair is probably lost in the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@clairemellows can you feel my desperateness?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arboh I'll just go to the optician to get a random pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2543182902973062526?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2543182902973062526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2543182902973062526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-dreams-that-never-came-true.html' title='It&apos;s all the dreams that never came true cause you&apos;re too damn scared to try.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5747880422638649824</id><published>2011-11-25T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:55:46.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; need my iPhone 4s now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than a month's time, 3Gs please hang in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5747880422638649824?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5747880422638649824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5747880422638649824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2146563907965502085</id><published>2011-11-25T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:00:37.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not forever.</title><content type='html'>Just looked at myself properly for the first time in a long time in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;How did I become like this?&amp;nbsp;I look so tired and lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;My jawline is disappearing due to lack of discipline but the collarbones are still there.&lt;br /&gt;Right arms is bigger than left arm due to? Yes, muscles.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not my focus now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there's only 4.0 in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Although it seems like an impossible goal, but I'll just try to get as close as possible I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel so drained now but I'm still studying ECMR.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just the module that is so dry and tough.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe switching to studying a different module will help.&lt;br /&gt;Like? Economics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to let myself get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go get my 5th cup of coffee now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2146563907965502085?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2146563907965502085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2146563907965502085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-not-forever.html' title='It&apos;s not forever.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-230802814162061623</id><published>2011-11-24T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:31:01.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I am really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Can everyone just go to sleep and let me do my work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-230802814162061623?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/230802814162061623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/230802814162061623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2607398932366617880</id><published>2011-11-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:41:18.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>感恩，就那么简单。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“We always make links between food wastage and Africa. But, if we didn't waste food, how much will the poverty situation be improved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Familiar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me show you one more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Our parents always say don't waste food cause the children in Africa are starving. But then, even if we don't waste food they also have nothing to eat what. Funny horh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first quote is a direct copy from my friend's twitter. She's a JC2 student.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The second quote was told to me by my cousin who is still in primary school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's a fact that no matter how much food wastage there is, the starving people in Africa will still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, no, it is not a valid reason to waste food.&amp;nbsp;It is not a valid reason to think that food wastage is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"okay". It is definitely not the mentality to have when you're full and you decide to throw your food away just because, "Oh, even if I throw all these away, it doesn't make a difference to the problem of starvation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow whenever I hear people speak like this my heart aches. How did we become like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yada go ahead with the&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;of "freedom of speech"&lt;b&gt; I do not care&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember during SIWW, I saw trays and trays of good food being thrown into the bin. I recall how the aunties and uncles who worked there asked us to take more food to eat and how they secretly packed the food for us because it was not allowed to be brought out. When they told us taking away was forbidden, I was... I was, ha, I don't know how to describe. Appalled? Not intense enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember the exact words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“不可以带走的！一定要丢！”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What message are they sending? That discarding of perfectly fresh food is more acceptable than bringing the food out of the convention centre for employees to bring home for consumption?! I really don't understand the mentality of those people with higher education level than myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I once saw this video of this group of people who were doing a documentary on the problem of starvation in Africa. They&amp;nbsp;filmed&amp;nbsp;parts of their journey and I watch the part when they arrived at this&amp;nbsp;victimized&amp;nbsp;village. This naked child, skinny till his skin was wrapped to his rib cage. He was lying in the middle of this road. It is not even a road lah, it's was just bare soil ground. The researchers didn't touch him because they didn't know the reason why he was left there (he might be carrying a disease or something). Then they found his brother who brought some muddy water to bath him. I think the researchers called for help but didn't help the boy themselves because the boy was so weak that if they moved him, they could hurt him. I don't know what happened next cause I closed the video. As usual, I didn't have the courage to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a look at the situation there and take a look at the things we're doing here in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not even about "wasting food won't help starving children" anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason why we are taught not to waste food and think of the starving Africans is not even about if they will be fed if we did not waste food. It's not even about trying to improve the situation there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about giving thanks to what we have, where we are and that we are able to cloth ourselves properly. It's about being grateful that we won't have to go hungry or&amp;nbsp;thirsty&amp;nbsp;and not being able to do anything about it. It's about knowing what we have and what others are literally dying to have and appreciate it like we won't have it tomorrow. It's about hoping, someday, when we grow up, when we finally have the ability to, we can help people who are less fortunate. That maybe in future, we will never have to link&amp;nbsp;poverty&amp;nbsp;with Africa ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2607398932366617880?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2607398932366617880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2607398932366617880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='感恩，就那么简单。'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1021203760132319017</id><published>2011-11-18T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:06:56.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random post.</title><content type='html'>Waiting for my group's turn to present.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy and tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piercings are hurting a little cause I just re-inserted the earsticks yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Omo, I'll never leave them bare for so long ever again.&lt;br /&gt;I had to use force for all 5 holes to get the sticks through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, I took out my helix piercing also to see see look look.&lt;br /&gt;It looks weird... cause it's like a puncture on my ear and it's damn obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get earrings for all 6 piercings. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I guess. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not gonna try to link my sentences.&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks has been, tough.&lt;br /&gt;Physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not sharing them cause I am selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1021203760132319017?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1021203760132319017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1021203760132319017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-random-post.html' title='Just a random post.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3034445242517540262</id><published>2011-10-23T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:36:30.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>也许。</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ADuZx_RFZSA" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Kept Waiting On A Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And A Call That Never Came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No, I Never Saw It Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Something In You Must Have Changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All The Words Unspoken, Promises Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Cried For So Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wasted Too Much Time, Should've Seen The Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now I Know Just What Went Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Guess I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And Looking Back Now, I'm Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Guess I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All The Nights We Spent, Just Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Of The Things We Wanted Out Of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Making Plans And Dreams Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wish I'd Seen, I Was Just Too Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My Heart Was Open, Exposed And Hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For You To Lay It On The Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In The End It Seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There Was No Room For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Still, I Tried To Change Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Guess I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And Looking Back Now, I'm Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Guess I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ohhh, I Don't Need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Don't Need You Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Guess I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And Looking Back Now, I'm Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Guess I Wanted You More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Don't Need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Don't Need You Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I finally realized why I actually allowed myself to neglect my iTunes library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Because, if I didn't, I'll be crying myself to sleep every single fucking night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So many things to think about, yeah like thinking would help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But besides thinking, I can't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I guess there are somethings, somethings I just can't bring myself to want badly enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That's when it all comes back to myself. Am I not trying hard enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Not trying hard enough to make myself want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What if I'm contented with myself and my life now? I'm comfortable you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Everything around me. Yeah, I'm fine with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Except for the occasional PMS when I feel shitter than shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;我真的不知道我该怎么做才好。请你告诉我好吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3034445242517540262?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3034445242517540262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3034445242517540262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-kept-waiting-on-reason-and-call-that_23.html' title='也许。'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ADuZx_RFZSA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6617305247741382793</id><published>2011-10-14T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T02:06:34.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stop for a minute and smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7OlNA6dpNw/TpcUCy_ltPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/60nB-R66pA0/s1600/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7OlNA6dpNw/TpcUCy_ltPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/60nB-R66pA0/s640/38.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVudJ83saHw/TpcUEv-I1WI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5_Ab1aX_b0E/s1600/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVudJ83saHw/TpcUEv-I1WI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5_Ab1aX_b0E/s640/39.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had my first ever CMCC Dinner &amp;amp; Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was at some sports bar at Singapore Flyer, not bad, a nice place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome ambience and the bar was really nicely decorated with vintage stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Claire went for the "rock theme", claire pulled it off really well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while me, myself and I, I think I can't sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look more like a lady than a rocker. Omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most frequent question asked for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Are the both of you wearing the same dress/thing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, even the accessories are almost identical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the feel we give off is like totally different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I THINK IT'S THE HAIR. MUST BE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, the dinner was awesome. The emcees were awesome lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their ability to 自high is really commendable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't have the time to high with them cause I was busy eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the time when they were clapping I was putting food into my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or drinking something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It's like damn weird cause everyone clapping.&amp;nbsp;I wonder how they put down their cutlery in time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHOHOH! But then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We won the most high table award ley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They asked every table to scream at their loudest, wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*smirks* It's not like you get to scream everyday right? At a bar somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must GRAB this chance. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the dinner we hung around outside cause cannot stay in the bar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they close damn early lah, like 11:30pm. HUH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabbed home with Lina cause circle line closed damn early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner with team SP tomorrow, and I guess that would mark the end of my holidays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semester 2 is gonna be really hectic, busy and fun. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I can't wait for school to start again, life's getting boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I'm really worried about now is actually the fitness test coach promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna roll my way through the whole test I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohwell, I hope I'll be able to juggle so many things that will be coming my way. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, my coach is bent on making me sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how he's gonna do that cause I'm like a fat cow now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6617305247741382793?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6617305247741382793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6617305247741382793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-stop-for-minute-and-smile.html' title='Just stop for a minute and smile.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RAt5yUGPMb0/TpcSAG6WWoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_4dYxgToyyg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8634676120214028056</id><published>2011-10-11T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T04:16:21.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's killing me.</title><content type='html'>I want to eat rice, noodles and bread.&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me. But I chose it, can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 more days to go till finish detox.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast liquid, afternoon liquid with some solid, Dinner liquid &amp;amp; fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Ohgodddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat Ramen, Sushi, Jajangmyeon, eat all kinds of crap, have some of my grandmother's homecooked food with rice.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, sunnyside up with rice. :(&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;GOING CRAZY AT 4AM IN THE MORNING CAUSE I'M FUCKING HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I already max-ed out the amount of fruits I can eat for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dry my hair and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to sleep early before 12 so that I don't get hungry. (I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;I am a fucking owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven started to train for my fitness test when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard my stomach growl.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8634676120214028056?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8634676120214028056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8634676120214028056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-killing-me.html' title='It&apos;s killing me.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-4581064848360765745</id><published>2011-10-09T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:45:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't matter.</title><content type='html'>Happy thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-4581064848360765745?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4581064848360765745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4581064848360765745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/doesnt-matter.html' title='Doesn&apos;t matter.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7931093790786216171</id><published>2011-09-21T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:15:21.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all that's on my mind now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7931093790786216171?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7931093790786216171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7931093790786216171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-all-thats-on-my-mind-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3573220741731590810</id><published>2011-09-17T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T02:18:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my, Valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WNWva8llorg" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Hello people! Do check out the video up there yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very beautiful song called Valentine by Kina Grannis, covered by her amazing voice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright alright, and awesome guitar skills too.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nothing on much for me lately. Except that I've been spending a lot of money.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;On useful stuff of course, majority.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Going on a food spree with Mob and Wob VERY SOON. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes, no worries, we'll remember to exercise too yeah?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Healthy lifestyle,&lt;/b&gt; as promoted by our beloved health promotion board.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hope we get some pictures taken soon when we go on the eating spree.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our ratio of &lt;b&gt;friendship : pictures&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is equal to the ratio of&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;desert : oasis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;No joke. I haven figured the reason to why it's like this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Uh-hmm. Nothing else more to add on.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;See you around people, take care!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3573220741731590810?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3573220741731590810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3573220741731590810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-people-do-check-out-video-up.html' title='Be my, Valentine.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WNWva8llorg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2753796195384357933</id><published>2011-09-16T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T04:35:45.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>心痛到哭不出来。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2753796195384357933?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2753796195384357933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2753796195384357933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-887321783033964026</id><published>2011-09-13T04:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T04:28:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know who you are.</title><content type='html'>I pray that you're safe and healthy right now.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how worried I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-887321783033964026?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/887321783033964026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/887321783033964026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You know who you are.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8683679328139455219</id><published>2011-09-10T04:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T04:32:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I need to do a little updating soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8683679328139455219?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8683679328139455219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8683679328139455219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-i-need-to-do-little-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3901365364674887765</id><published>2011-08-21T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:59:38.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's almost half a year into poly life, and I'm enjoying every bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the laughter, jokes, stress and weird friends I made along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Up till now, so far so damn awesome! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9w0KboRe0U/TlD7VjnApBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WtfgcOis1SI/s1600/jddmhgjh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9w0KboRe0U/TlD7VjnApBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WtfgcOis1SI/s640/jddmhgjh.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8J70vG4Feu8/TlD7SG_g_zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ragnyUbX9nk/s1600/fdh+ndfhd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8J70vG4Feu8/TlD7SG_g_zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ragnyUbX9nk/s640/fdh+ndfhd.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNY39s-2SAY/TlD7ROVGgXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ciCOoY26kUI/s1600/df+jdhbryhr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNY39s-2SAY/TlD7ROVGgXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ciCOoY26kUI/s640/df+jdhbryhr.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With these my first formal&amp;nbsp;presentation&amp;nbsp;comes to end,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;was really happy with my own performance and THANKGODFORBLESSINGME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my results was awesome. 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(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the year 3s that will be leaving the school, I'll miss you people so much! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please come support us next year!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, I really really love my team. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my first year through POL-LITE as a representing SP,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I will work harder to continue to represent SP for year 2 and year 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are getting competitive and I'm hahaha, afraid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's okay, I'll fight harder become &lt;b&gt;stronger&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;better&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;faster&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;slimmer&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeapps, I plan to hit 5X by the end of this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully, hopefully, mid-end of October. Should be can lah horh? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should run along and bath then start revision again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Goodnight people! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3901365364674887765?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3901365364674887765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3901365364674887765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-john.html' title='Dear John,'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9w0KboRe0U/TlD7VjnApBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WtfgcOis1SI/s72-c/jddmhgjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6049847169298785167</id><published>2011-08-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:59:14.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrated Hemisphere Dominance</title><content type='html'>Something interesting. I did this "Are you left/right-brained?" quiz thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results came back neither left nor right, I was like -.- when I saw it&lt;br /&gt;but then somehow the explanation made some sense. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here it is:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have what is known as a Golden Brain:&lt;br /&gt;You have strong qualities from either hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the whole picture when processing information but can as well pay attention to details.&lt;br /&gt;You like organizing your schedule, but enjoy too being spontaneous and changing it whenever you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at endavours that require language, math, reasoning and analizing, but also have a special feeling for the arts and music.&lt;br /&gt;You use your reasoning abilities, but you also follow your gut: having a golden brain is a great recipe for success in business.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up! (I have no idea what the keep it up is for.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You have strong qualities from either hemisphere."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is coated with icing and a cherry on top. It just means "Brain cannot be detected. Probably got meshed up somehow". Tada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You can see the whole picture when processing information but can as well pay attention to details."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sounds like some mental illness to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You like organizing your schedule, but enjoy too being spontaneous and changing it whenever you feel like it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is very very very very very true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You are good at endavours that require language, math, reasoning and analizing, but also have a special feeling for the arts and music."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notice that they didn't include science? Language and math only.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You use your reasoning abilities, but you also follow your gut: having a golden brain is a great recipe for success in business."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I use my reasoning abilities to bullshit and argue my way out of trouble and straight away landing into another trouble and bullshitting out of it again. You know, the cycle goes on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, I follow my gut feelings, like who doesn't. At times when life's at stake you just have to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most of the time I'm just too lazy to reason and analyze so "ANYTHING UH".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The business thing. It's kinda true. My parents &amp;amp; clients keep telling me my brains and mouth (the quiz didn't say what kind of mouth I have though) should go do business. Currently not interested though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Keep it up!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You guys should have seen my face when I read that. I felt my face scrunching up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and muttered&amp;nbsp;:"Ar? Keep it up? Siao ah?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting? Go download the app for any iPhone/Touch/Pad/Whateverdevicethereis !&lt;br /&gt;"Are you left-brained or right-brained?"&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you can share your results with me @ my shoutbox. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6049847169298785167?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6049847169298785167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6049847169298785167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/08/integrated-hemisphere-dominance.html' title='Integrated Hemisphere Dominance'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1242132571853684055</id><published>2011-07-13T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T03:25:34.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>习惯成自然</title><content type='html'>You know, I'm perfectly fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me again and again like a toy.&lt;br /&gt;Finally when I'm broken you toss me back into the toy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you picked another doll. With a prettier dress, softer hair, smoother skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while you'll look back into the toy box&lt;br /&gt;and maybe take a few glances at this broken doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you slam shut the lid. Air-tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was too dark to see.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought that... I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betrayal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put myself in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;How can you hold a doll you only feel "responsibility" for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betrayal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1242132571853684055?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1242132571853684055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1242132571853684055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='习惯成自然'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6297030157509838017</id><published>2011-07-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:55:10.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your jar of hearts.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;No pictures. No topic in mind. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put aside some money from the water week to my camera fund.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like penniless after shopping with meiying today. :x&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting having to spend the extra money on a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;Because. Mine. Broke. Okay fine it snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was intending to start work at 10pm,&amp;nbsp;but thanks to a red furry cat called claire,&lt;br /&gt;here I am typing this, hoping 11pm would come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nope, meiying is not replying my text. Think she ate too much icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6297030157509838017?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6297030157509838017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6297030157509838017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-jar-of-hearts.html' title='Your jar of hearts.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8789012990082813684</id><published>2011-07-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:46:34.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuinely fake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m a pretty messed up bitch while typing this. People untangle their knots of screwupnism as they grow older, as they grow wiser. But for me, I’m a magnet of bitchy dramas no matter what age I am at. I’m always getting into trouble with guys. They all show up at the wrong time. It’s okay if they show up one at a time, at least I have time to stab them one by one. They show up in bunch, I need a few dozen hands for that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And apparently I don’t, so in conclusion, I’m pretty screwed up. No, wait. Make that fucking screwed up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The most head-splitting fact about them is that they are all very nice and they don’t actually have any ill intentions so, I’m being a bitch whether I give them attention or not. Well I’m being a bitch already just blogging about this but hey, being a bitch has its plus points. At least I no need to pretend to be real. A bitch has gotta do what a bitch gotta do. And hey to people that actually have opinion regarding my language, “bitch” no longer means “female dog” in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century. Maybe my command of English is really poor or something but I can’t find a new meaning to the “bitch” of the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Okay okay, I got one… How about, “a female that pisses people of somehow, sometimes, somewhere with something that she do/say”. How does that sound? Cool with you? What? No? Then screw it. I’m really cool with it. Icy cool.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There’s one particular ex I am fed up with. He just keeps hounding me. For years. Although I have already made it clear that he belongs to a part of my life I’ll never wish to remember. Maybe he doesn’t understand English or something. He just keeps texting me. I don’t understand how he can stand it when I don’t reply his texts for months. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, he’s unworthy of my attention. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Such great irony to that sentence as I have already spent like one paragraph ranting about him)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The rest, they are just really nice and awesome people. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(The irony just grew fatter)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I’m lucky to have really awesome friends, like, unwavering friends no matter where I go. Yes, although some have already turned into dormant friendships, at least, they were awesome when we were still close. At least, we promised to be there if we ever need each other. For those that are still alive and annoying, I thank you all of you for staying. Because I’m not close to my family, my friends have always been the most essential group of awesomeness in my life. I love them more than anything else. (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Actually I have already concluded my post in the first paragraph. The rest of these are just thoughts that keeps flowing and I had to type it down. Sorry if I wasted your time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Chill people, life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8789012990082813684?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8789012990082813684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8789012990082813684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/genuinely-fake.html' title='Genuinely fake.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6831520838007708764</id><published>2011-06-28T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:12:06.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything has been so crazy recently, even the holidays were,&lt;br /&gt;WOW, busy as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMwQ-fjaEnk/TgipZi-pcAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wk9dO4QWU1w/s1600/IMG_2139.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMwQ-fjaEnk/TgipZi-pcAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wk9dO4QWU1w/s400/IMG_2139.PNG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGMS1fyu7bg/TgipbB9tEtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/13kkXV3S3hg/s1600/IMG_2141.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGMS1fyu7bg/TgipbB9tEtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/13kkXV3S3hg/s400/IMG_2141.PNG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iK0Gxz2VchU/Tgipchdg5sI/AAAAAAAAAYA/olHG4N1H8mI/s1600/IMG_2142.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iK0Gxz2VchU/Tgipchdg5sI/AAAAAAAAAYA/olHG4N1H8mI/s400/IMG_2142.PNG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80DLW_s7qUY/TgipiIUtLFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1jWe2JZfBj0/s1600/IMG_2174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80DLW_s7qUY/TgipiIUtLFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/1jWe2JZfBj0/s400/IMG_2174.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my baby cousin Renee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been hanging out at the clubhouse more and more,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIQpU79NFA/TgiqUHkSrRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZZTTKqTK6ls/s1600/247360_10150325115254782_721074781_9960519_2992828_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIQpU79NFA/TgiqUHkSrRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZZTTKqTK6ls/s400/247360_10150325115254782_721074781_9960519_2992828_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O66bfPFRciY/TgiqU-PP8TI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2f8hJWxFrIU/s1600/249629_10150325115134782_721074781_9960515_3429913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O66bfPFRciY/TgiqU-PP8TI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2f8hJWxFrIU/s400/249629_10150325115134782_721074781_9960515_3429913_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeY9AyK7L6U/TgiqVu5HhqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EoPnReFBNEA/s1600/253852_10150325115169782_721074781_9960516_6456993_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeY9AyK7L6U/TgiqVu5HhqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EoPnReFBNEA/s400/253852_10150325115169782_721074781_9960516_6456993_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went for vertical marathon with the team &amp;amp; xinpei! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We're not the one crawling up the stairs, hahaha.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had an awesome leader so that made everything so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBBF1CmkxXI/TgiqUevHz-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bStd7bg21Y4/s1600/249428_10150217998881597_664461596_7101824_7035923_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBBF1CmkxXI/TgiqUevHz-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bStd7bg21Y4/s400/249428_10150217998881597_664461596_7101824_7035923_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Staying up so late cause the hall was too noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-082HqELI46A/TgiqVIh-wVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/nyBfyy1a03o/s1600/251080_10150217998081597_664461596_7101804_5814904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-082HqELI46A/TgiqVIh-wVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/nyBfyy1a03o/s400/251080_10150217998081597_664461596_7101804_5814904_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, we don't look glam at all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfAD-Mq5rnM/Tgipm3rIqRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MY3_uBy3_Kc/s1600/IMG_2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfAD-Mq5rnM/Tgipm3rIqRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MY3_uBy3_Kc/s400/IMG_2191.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trust me, the real thing is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97pfSYwPh88/TgiqWcqfy4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/MyufSCQZFt0/s1600/254029_10150218004426597_664461596_7101971_4856258_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97pfSYwPh88/TgiqWcqfy4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/MyufSCQZFt0/s400/254029_10150218004426597_664461596_7101971_4856258_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Charlie &amp;amp; his angels. Opps, devils I mean. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School reopened today, my results were screwed.&lt;br /&gt;But I will catch up, trust me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; poly teachers really marks super&amp;nbsp;leniently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodnight people, early day tomorrow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6831520838007708764?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6831520838007708764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6831520838007708764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/06/impossible.html' title='Impossible.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMwQ-fjaEnk/TgipZi-pcAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wk9dO4QWU1w/s72-c/IMG_2139.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5008262002114407923</id><published>2011-06-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:55:30.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like punching something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round one scolding finish, second round comes, then in comes third round.&lt;br /&gt;Going home, being at home is more stress than staying in school.&lt;br /&gt;It's like they think my projects and stuff are not driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I am not in JC, I'm kinda like in polytechnic now whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5008262002114407923?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5008262002114407923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5008262002114407923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-know-what-im-feeling-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1506064359130842779</id><published>2011-05-30T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:16:37.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking.</title><content type='html'>Chilling out with Claire and Lina @ Starbucks! :D&lt;br /&gt;Got my starbucks card woohoo! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I've been holding in for a long time I have to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I AM FUCKING TIRED I NEED TO SLEEP LIKE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, LET ME EAT BEFORE I SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I WANT TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1506064359130842779?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1506064359130842779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1506064359130842779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/slacking.html' title='Slacking.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3055282416322504700</id><published>2011-05-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:46:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am suppose to be studying now, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay up tonight to finish EMD.&lt;br /&gt;I must finish EMD by tonight if not I will not be able to sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say byebye to GPA 4.0 for mid-sem test next week.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to finish everything before Monday and ace everything.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm not a chao mugger that mugs every single day, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not smart either, that's why also I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't our mid-sem test be after June Holidays?&lt;br /&gt;At least there's time to study LAW. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm suppose to be studying LAW instead of whining here but you know,&lt;br /&gt;others tell me good what before June holidays then can enjoy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll be telling you the same thing if your test is before holidays and mine is after.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I won't be having much of a holiday thanks to Events experience, EMD and tennis training! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been awesome though. Like really awesome! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;With training and lessons and random meetings with old friends. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Life has never been better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm finally gonna shower. *grins to myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I need to be in the Top 7. I so badly want to be in the Top 7 if not Top 10. I want to improve. To become stronger, faster, slimmer, faster, stronger, faster, stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3055282416322504700?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3055282416322504700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3055282416322504700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-suppose-to-be-studying-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-9049719582535264811</id><published>2011-05-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:54:21.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bleed red.</title><content type='html'>The only reason why I'm blogging now is I have nothing better to do EXCEPT,&lt;br /&gt;to study and do my proposal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna come up with ONE excuse to why I am not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Because my neck freaking hurts!&lt;br /&gt;I think I didn't sleep well last night blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I feel like breaking my own neck now.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BREAK MY OWN NECK NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why towels are always mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xBF-BpkT9Y/TdJ8u49G0pI/AAAAAAAAAXY/qb_AhAW5XaM/s1600/black-towels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xBF-BpkT9Y/TdJ8u49G0pI/AAAAAAAAAXY/qb_AhAW5XaM/s200/black-towels.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_xOWjhbZpw/TdJ8wRDs_mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jjor-OZvtwQ/s1600/blue-towels-the-bane-of-my-existence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_xOWjhbZpw/TdJ8wRDs_mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jjor-OZvtwQ/s200/blue-towels-the-bane-of-my-existence.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue Towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D54L7hWeyTk/TdJ8yfdH8mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/endOaY0-ZHI/s1600/forest-Green-Towels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D54L7hWeyTk/TdJ8yfdH8mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/endOaY0-ZHI/s200/forest-Green-Towels.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green Towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sx8oV-5aIeY/TdJ8ygXTPcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2vD2zh1WHv8/s1600/i4a2647daea1d4_131465386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sx8oV-5aIeY/TdJ8ygXTPcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2vD2zh1WHv8/s200/i4a2647daea1d4_131465386.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orange Towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJmyDh1Xdto/TdJ8zDcrq5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/odVv6b4TJg8/s1600/IHprod.0507.jl_purple_towels.jpg_e_9c53654d7f7c9c72667efde1daba6b35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJmyDh1Xdto/TdJ8zDcrq5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/odVv6b4TJg8/s200/IHprod.0507.jl_purple_towels.jpg_e_9c53654d7f7c9c72667efde1daba6b35.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purple Towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaYZ6x-Da3g/TdJ809-7icI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5QhUUVLsRoA/s1600/John-Lewis-red-towels1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaYZ6x-Da3g/TdJ809-7icI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5QhUUVLsRoA/s200/John-Lewis-red-towels1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xAkVv1di8Y/TdJ83D3lNTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kdrzJsFp34o/s1600/White-650g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xAkVv1di8Y/TdJ83D3lNTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kdrzJsFp34o/s200/White-650g.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;White Towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLvhdzWbKWM/TdJ84_NdcvI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PKoisKfdJKw/s1600/yellow-towels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLvhdzWbKWM/TdJ84_NdcvI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PKoisKfdJKw/s200/yellow-towels.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yellow Towels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxO9PI11y-M/TdJ8uAPLAHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/5psO4gV2Wyk/s1600/100-cotton-children-towel-301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxO9PI11y-M/TdJ8uAPLAHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/5psO4gV2Wyk/s200/100-cotton-children-towel-301.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;EVEN KIDS TOWELS DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TOWELS ARE ALWAYS MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FUCK YEAH. *punches the wall*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-9049719582535264811?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/9049719582535264811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/9049719582535264811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-bleed-red.html' title='I bleed red.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xBF-BpkT9Y/TdJ8u49G0pI/AAAAAAAAAXY/qb_AhAW5XaM/s72-c/black-towels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7275141845657201734</id><published>2011-05-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T01:00:33.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you about my awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;They are crazy that's for sure, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But they are not just my friends, they are my team mates also.&lt;br /&gt;Those few that fought with me on court, outside the fence,&lt;br /&gt;gritted teeth with me through physical training.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my greatest regret will be not going for A divs with them.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could do for them is to be with them for as many matches as possible. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqSyZR74xYU/TdFTdzJ0hoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mHj5_Po9Jnc/s1600/207587_10150164327501597_664461596_6639095_7092479_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqSyZR74xYU/TdFTdzJ0hoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mHj5_Po9Jnc/s400/207587_10150164327501597_664461596_6639095_7092479_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STuW8zZuyZY/TdFUTcApA-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/CjSU16X2wcU/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STuW8zZuyZY/TdFUTcApA-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/CjSU16X2wcU/s400/IMG_0409.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftBRg1YsMwc/TdFUU6ZUWLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mC7vQMSuMYo/s1600/Snapshot_20110426_15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftBRg1YsMwc/TdFUU6ZUWLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mC7vQMSuMYo/s400/Snapshot_20110426_15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love it when they do stupid things. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07INmo-1MiQ/TdFUVsjHj_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/5AkOKaWo_Y0/s1600/Snapshot_20110426_34.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07INmo-1MiQ/TdFUVsjHj_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/5AkOKaWo_Y0/s400/Snapshot_20110426_34.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LjCm6F7pfo/TdFV3DN-NhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sx5qED9kGNI/s1600/Snapshot_20110426_44.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LjCm6F7pfo/TdFV3DN-NhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sx5qED9kGNI/s400/Snapshot_20110426_44.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRbj54ed-6w/TdFUWeVjrAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6Ek9qvjoNm4/s1600/Snapshot_20110426_55.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRbj54ed-6w/TdFUWeVjrAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6Ek9qvjoNm4/s400/Snapshot_20110426_55.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p8ejvG2vJBo/TdFXHipYM1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/7L2VFZ0FAWI/s1600/226892_1859145531475_1626020757_1790566_6110802_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p8ejvG2vJBo/TdFXHipYM1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/7L2VFZ0FAWI/s400/226892_1859145531475_1626020757_1790566_6110802_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To this girl who put up a great fight with injured wrist and ankles. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thu Hang, I love you! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ex7jq9PaRo/TdFXI2OZexI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5xnZPLD-pNs/s1600/226917_1859211933135_1626020757_1790718_2151000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ex7jq9PaRo/TdFXI2OZexI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5xnZPLD-pNs/s400/226917_1859211933135_1626020757_1790718_2151000_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ask me what they are doing cause I have no idea also.&lt;br /&gt;These two, although they are always in their own dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;I know they have always want to improve.&lt;br /&gt;Let's play tennis again both of you! *knocks knocks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7275141845657201734?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7275141845657201734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7275141845657201734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-hi.html' title='Oh hi.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqSyZR74xYU/TdFTdzJ0hoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mHj5_Po9Jnc/s72-c/207587_10150164327501597_664461596_6639095_7092479_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1233697857215389682</id><published>2011-05-12T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:47:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times when you just can't control your feelings.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm feeling kinda high &amp;amp; kinda down at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, my class is going crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm like BLUR about what they are actually doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received my proposal draft back,&lt;br /&gt;comments weren't as bad as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's a plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I found out that I'm a really possessive person.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna do THIS *points below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzHWKOoStc/TcuKQJoKMrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GN8NTJpsj5A/s1600/tumblr_ljdk5odoWF1qbq22s.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzHWKOoStc/TcuKQJoKMrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GN8NTJpsj5A/s1600/tumblr_ljdk5odoWF1qbq22s.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;to you know you know.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not making sense I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not crazy. Yes, I'm having a mood swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I really hate being a girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1233697857215389682?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1233697857215389682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1233697857215389682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/times-when-you-just-cant-control-your.html' title='Times when you just can&apos;t control your feelings.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzHWKOoStc/TcuKQJoKMrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GN8NTJpsj5A/s72-c/tumblr_ljdk5odoWF1qbq22s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6016986192451576212</id><published>2011-05-03T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:02:44.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messing with my heart, flipping it round &amp; round. Who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting in COLOURS with my awesome and crazy classmates typing this out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update about my poly life.&lt;br /&gt;Poly is awesome, probably the best thing that has ever happened in my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;Just completed like 1 presentation and 1 group tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;Still have a stupid proposal hot on my ass. &lt;br /&gt;Ask me ask me!&lt;br /&gt;Am I stressed up? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But am I loving it? You bet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will love my 3 years here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, I might be ranting on my blog here like 2-3 weeks later,&lt;br /&gt;whining about how projects and exams are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm sure that, 3 years later, when it's finally time to graduate with awesome results,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like "Damn it, I don't wanna go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that Linna is like "You wanna go?" with that face of hers!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Goodbye readers! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6016986192451576212?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6016986192451576212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6016986192451576212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/messing-with-my-heart-flipping-it-round.html' title='Messing with my heart, flipping it round &amp; round. Who do you think you are?'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-840705730977793714</id><published>2011-05-01T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T01:15:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I opened blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am staring at this white blank box.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's not I don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too lazy to blog. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft saved at 9:50pm and now it's like 12:45am.&lt;br /&gt;A brand new day and my lazyness is IMBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-840705730977793714?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/840705730977793714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/840705730977793714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-opened-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-645989229885804045</id><published>2011-04-26T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:59:41.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;One more minute till it ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today was just pure awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-645989229885804045?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/645989229885804045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/645989229885804045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-me-d-one-more-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5681788007255280511</id><published>2011-04-18T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:33:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 facts about me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have not dried my hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm nervous for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm having muscle ache on the whole of my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;5. My nails are painted using 5 different bottles of polish.&lt;br /&gt;6. My bag is not packed and I somehow feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm feeling guilty for doing retail therapy today.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't want to stand up from my seat.&lt;br /&gt;9. Both my feet are swollen, again.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm contemplating if I should buy socks for flats tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really write now although plenty are going through my head.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll just have to make do with that. -giggles-&lt;br /&gt;Umm, don't mind me. I do that often when I'm semi-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the giggling part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5681788007255280511?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5681788007255280511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5681788007255280511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-facts-about-me-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2686386233945691881</id><published>2011-04-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:51:16.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s1600/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL LIKE DOING NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF THAT BOBBY THING ABOVE MY LIPS IS NOT JUST A PIMPLE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I THINK I MIGHT JUST REALLY GO CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK, REALLY, I FEEL SO UGLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I NEED TO BUY&amp;nbsp;CONCEALER, DAMN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2686386233945691881?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2686386233945691881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2686386233945691881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/that-is-exactly-what-i-feel-like-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUSGOV891fU/TaXEsSlV-cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/f--ukL4tjKA/s72-c/tumblr_ljjiyp09SX1qc9exr.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7203363302090193136</id><published>2011-04-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:57:37.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So brand new.</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'll be meeting my new class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel, well, ha, I'll be alright right? (:&lt;br /&gt;Just browsed through the class list,&lt;br /&gt;I was like WOW when I found out from facebook that we can actually view our class list.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was saying,&lt;br /&gt;just browsed through the class list, 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, just 5 more than my old class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kinda&lt;/s&gt; SUPER excited &amp;amp; can't wait for lessons to start.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm prepared for a life totally different from what I've been going through the last year.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have a HUGE pimple above my lips. :x PAINFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, the tennis girls are finally going for A divisons tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rush down after FOP, which probably would result in the wrath of my campmates.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I can't please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault that I left them just like that, &amp;amp; now the best I can do is to be there.&lt;br /&gt;It's their first and last competition, I feel that they're my&amp;nbsp;priority.&lt;br /&gt;But my campmates are nice people, things will work out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7203363302090193136?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7203363302090193136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7203363302090193136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-brand-new.html' title='So brand new.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5290514999356628994</id><published>2011-04-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:58:18.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it even real?</title><content type='html'>I'm not that brave after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my cousin Yeuyann reads this I think she's go like "NOO?!"&lt;br /&gt;But my dear Yeuyann, if you did see me at the nightwalk for my poly camp,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be like, "Woah, I didn't know that you can be scared till like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about what happened during the nightwalk.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was brave enough to face all the "ghosts, spirits" that the seniors prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out I was already in tears at the first obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the guy in black, holding the broomstick scraping the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember his face damn clearly in my head and it still haunts me.&lt;br /&gt;I swear it is the smile on his face I'm scared of.&lt;br /&gt;He shouldn't have followed behind us, omg, okay don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made me so scared that night.&lt;br /&gt;I was clear that everyone there are the instructors in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;I actually cried until I was in a corner and I couldn't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;Till the extent of shaking&amp;nbsp;uncontrollably, and frozen in one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I frightened all the "ghost" instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped the haunted house and my partner went in alone, kudos to him.&lt;br /&gt;I think I tried to step into the room for like 3 times, and I end up running out.&lt;br /&gt;Then the instructors decided that I could just skip it.&lt;br /&gt;I think my face was like pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I still remember that I finished the nightwalk in tears. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm super grateful to my partner.&lt;br /&gt;He's called Jin Yao, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know him, okay, I didn't know him.&lt;br /&gt;We just got paired up because there was a lack of guys in my group.&lt;br /&gt;I swear if it was some other guy he would have left me there crying alone. (:&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to protect him cause I'm like the older sister,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end? He was the one that shielded me from everything.&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you Jin Yao! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the walk I asked him if he felt braver if there was someone for him to protect.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Of course ah!"&lt;br /&gt;It's true right? For everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;We're always stronger if we know that someone needs us to protect him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next nightwalk, if I protect, then maybe it won't be that scary anymore. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5290514999356628994?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5290514999356628994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5290514999356628994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-even-real.html' title='Is it even real?'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6519869573875920273</id><published>2011-04-09T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:02:50.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Change is good. Yeah, but it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- The Lion King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6519869573875920273?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6519869573875920273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6519869573875920273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/change-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1388121502787733027</id><published>2011-04-07T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:06:31.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with Meiying(M) today. (:&lt;/div&gt;Let's skip the part where I did set my alarm but forgot to on it before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;and only woke up when my elder brother KICKED me,&lt;br /&gt;only to realize that it was half an hour to the meet-up time.&lt;br /&gt;Having no choice, I sheepishly texted M and started running around the house like&lt;br /&gt;A HEADLESS CHICKEN and throwing my clothes everywhere. (:&lt;br /&gt;Let's TOTALLY skip that alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's too skip the part where Meiying thought iluma was at like at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting how we kept getting lost like boarding the wrong escalator and stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;My raglan's ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'm like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmEtn8EiDHw/TZ3bZoF2gVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/v1IwXitHv-U/s1600/tumblr_lj5e0g2eBA1qz5urdo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmEtn8EiDHw/TZ3bZoF2gVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/v1IwXitHv-U/s1600/tumblr_lj5e0g2eBA1qz5urdo1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and now I'm like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ1DXBgljpI/TZ3cRmt4WsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/t1RIu4iYk_0/s1600/tumblr_liqnijPRH31qgmh3z.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ1DXBgljpI/TZ3cRmt4WsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/t1RIu4iYk_0/s1600/tumblr_liqnijPRH31qgmh3z.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to eat something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1388121502787733027?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1388121502787733027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1388121502787733027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmEtn8EiDHw/TZ3bZoF2gVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/v1IwXitHv-U/s72-c/tumblr_lj5e0g2eBA1qz5urdo1_250.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-4797500767040154885</id><published>2011-04-03T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:36:23.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like what the hell;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No, I do not blog only to rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let us talk about &lt;b&gt;towels &lt;/b&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;Everyone at home knows that I only use ONE towel.&lt;br /&gt;Which, is the hot pink towel. I have 2 of them and I only use them.&lt;br /&gt;Unless my towels mysteriously disappears then I'll use the baby pink one.&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I really can't stand it when they wave dozens of WHITE towels screaming at me saying:&lt;/div&gt;"WHY YOU GOT SO MANY TOWELS?! HERE GOT ONE THERE GOT ONE!! WHY YOU ANYHOW PUT YOUR TOWELS?! SO MESSY SO UNTIDY!" &amp;lt;&amp;lt; I am NOT&amp;nbsp;exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I always, ALWAYS look at them like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; THIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THiRhCYPhhI/TZiPBqBVyaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4zU73THk9pI/s1600/tumblr_lj21bxxvcl1qb7s29.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THiRhCYPhhI/TZiPBqBVyaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4zU73THk9pI/s1600/tumblr_lj21bxxvcl1qb7s29.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've come to the point where I've decided to stop telling them that I use PINK towels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; my BROTHERS uses WHITE towels.&lt;br /&gt;Would they just stop looking for me when they find WHITE towels chucked all over the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-4797500767040154885?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4797500767040154885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4797500767040154885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-i-do-not-blog-only-to-rant.html' title='Like what the hell;'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THiRhCYPhhI/TZiPBqBVyaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4zU73THk9pI/s72-c/tumblr_lj21bxxvcl1qb7s29.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5742453901179351870</id><published>2011-03-29T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:17:48.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you can't even trust your own heart;</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a really long time since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Well, properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly the end of the first quarter of 2011 already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared/amazed/excited at how fast time is actually moving.&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, and it can't be rewound.&lt;br /&gt;However, so many things happened in this short quarter of 2011.&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; 2 things, changed my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I BECAME A DROPOUT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was this a hard decision for me? Of course it was. I thought through it many many times, weighing the odds and stuff. Thinking back to when I was considering if I should leave college, I realized what I couldn't put down the most was the people there. Every single one of them who I've come to know, love and fought with. Come to think of it, whatever happened to &lt;b&gt;low profile&lt;/b&gt;?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people. They are an awesome bunch of people. Really. Although it was only for a few months, it feels like we've known each other since like forever. My PDG especially, forever so supporting. I'll never forget how they have been there to push me on, to hold me hand, to assure me that whatever decision I make they would support me till the end. Even when they know it's gonna hurt either ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tennis team. We're not a strong team, definitely not. But we certainly do have a burning passion for tennis. (: We're not like the seeded players who literally creates a void on the court with every ball they hit. We...we just play for the love of playing. Sure, all the&amp;nbsp;perspiration, screams and blood, hahaha, yeah blood. All the feelings just made it so difficult to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The randoms. The bits and pieces of random people that made my life at AJC so much more interesting. From camps, orientation and those"we-just-became-friends-i-forgot-how-though". I remember how I keep bumping into them and told them that I was leaving and most of them said "I know. :(" to me. I have no idea how news got out since I did not speak a word about it. One even stop me while I was tumbling to another place and asked about my plans. I don't know but it felt so warm to know that they care.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I EXPERIENCED GOD'S MIRACLE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I dropout then? Not considering the human factor, I could have stayed on for another year and probably be faster than the new students that would enter the horrendous college. To be ahead of them, ain't that less tough? Should I? Should I not? No one would agree to me transferring to another&amp;nbsp;institution&amp;nbsp;to waste anymore time. Logically, I should just retain and sit for the A levels the year after. Maybe I would do better. However, I was unwilling to put myself through another year of hell. I know I hated college life and forcing me through another year of it wouldn't change anything. People always say :"If you never try, you'll never know." &lt;b&gt;I tried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was pondering, my aunt suddenly sat next to me asked if I wanted to transfer to a polytechnic instead. I was stunned. Or rather, I didn't believe her words at first. She was the one who objected so strongly to me going to a polytechnic and caused my whole family (yes I have a BIG family) to follow her suit and objected too. No matter how much I tried to fight for my own rights, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decision between the heart and the mind? I chose the&lt;b&gt; former&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"It is important to know what you do not want. Sometimes when you go through a period of great difficulty and struggle, it is so that you can finally realize what you do NOT want in your life. Then finally, at long last, you can embrace what you DO want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;God never forsakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5742453901179351870?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5742453901179351870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5742453901179351870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-cant-even-trust-your-own-heart.html' title='When you can&apos;t even trust your own heart;'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5777658529893454321</id><published>2011-01-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:56:39.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of the night;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just completed this, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Truth hasn't sunk in. &lt;br /&gt;Reality hasn't hit me. &lt;br /&gt;So tell me why, &lt;br /&gt;this heart feels so empty.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in sweet lies, &lt;br /&gt;lost in honey-coated times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How could you move on so quickly, &lt;br /&gt;without me, without me. &lt;br /&gt;Why ain’t you running back, &lt;br /&gt;just for me, back for me. &lt;br /&gt;Hoping wouldn’t help, praying won’t ease the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;So just go, fade away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; you were never meant to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes, all lies, &lt;br /&gt;told me we share something strong.&lt;br /&gt;You cut me so deep, &lt;br /&gt;said I was liability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Forgive me my dear boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; Cause I heal quick, now I feel free.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s gonna hold me back now~&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, yeah~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;- Yiyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5777658529893454321?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5777658529893454321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5777658529893454321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-middle-of-night.html' title='In the middle of the night;'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6614846430125275106</id><published>2011-01-01T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:31:53.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year. New Beginnings. New possibilities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! ^.^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How's the first day of the year going for everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, be it good or bad, we still have a long long year to walk through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and before you know it, we'll be done with 2011 too! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to all my friends that were my life in 2010, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making that year such an awesome year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been tough trying to get used to JC life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and without them, I would not have survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old friends, new friends, thank you for giving me support &amp;amp; love throughout 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll live 2011 well. ^.^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those taking A levels this year, ALL THE BEST! HUAT AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those moving on to year 2, JIAYOU YOU'LL BE HALFWAY THROUGH SOON! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay just kidding. Work hard &amp;amp; all the best for GPAs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those in the 'other' category, KEEP FIGHTING &amp;amp; NEVER GIVE UP!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, I would like to say than&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;k you to my idols,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;동방신기 &amp;amp; UKISS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TR7iMJ59kXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2ztGEZMWZUQ/s400/tvxq-only-love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TR7iOlFi_cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SoepFrV-JtI/s400/217682131.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can say that whenever I feel sad, down, depressed, dejected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can always turn to their music &amp;amp; recover.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with the encouragement from their twitter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it makes it even close to the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although it's a general encouragement to millions of fans out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sometimes, when you're really in a bad shape,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their messages really works like wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like you know, someone out there has got your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why idols are hard to be, they've many back to support, including their own. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alrighto, to end off, once again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE OUT THERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May everyone complete their new year resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; color: #606060; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c26772;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6614846430125275106?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6614846430125275106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6614846430125275106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-beginnings-new.html' title='New year. New Beginnings. New possibilities.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TR7iMJ59kXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2ztGEZMWZUQ/s72-c/tvxq-only-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8380692789394150710</id><published>2011-01-01T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:33:19.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Xiah Jun Su! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TR7gKFQz5JI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1X-PIcD6HaU/s400/JJ+magazine3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TR7gGAtbFYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Je6aJjnNfxM/s400/Jun+Su.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday Xiah Kim Jun Su! ^.^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't type you a birthday blog post wish on your real birthday because I just came home from China!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do it on your registered birthday today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved the dorky side of you &amp;amp; I still love it!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being with TVXQ and Cassiopiea for the past 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe 9 years for you and the members. (:&lt;br /&gt;Although TVXQ is not standing on stage as 5 now, but I believe you want to reunite with HoMin right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw Micky's rap, you three still think of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the best in Japan as JYJ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continue fighting Oppa! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8380692789394150710?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8380692789394150710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8380692789394150710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-xiah-jun-su.html' title='Happy birthday Xiah Jun Su! (:'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TR7gKFQz5JI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1X-PIcD6HaU/s72-c/JJ+magazine3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5638295914019046995</id><published>2010-12-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:04:48.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TPjcmWLOB1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HN6okBA3oK4/s1600/tumblr_lcukw0l1Os1qe3gcro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TPjcmWLOB1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HN6okBA3oK4/s400/tumblr_lcukw0l1Os1qe3gcro1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be gone from 4th of December to the 13th of December. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you'll miss me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5638295914019046995?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5638295914019046995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5638295914019046995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-be-away.html' title='I&apos;ll be away.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TPjcmWLOB1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HN6okBA3oK4/s72-c/tumblr_lcukw0l1Os1qe3gcro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5634538106695878031</id><published>2010-11-30T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:30:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The color of deception. I call it gray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TPNXfJWezFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/K4NcZ0KMxjM/s1600/tumblr_lces3b9zt01qcui9mo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TPNXfJWezFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/K4NcZ0KMxjM/s400/tumblr_lces3b9zt01qcui9mo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, people don't change. Environment does.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found that above picture from one of my friend's blog and started to ponder over it.&lt;/div&gt;I could actually write a whole essay on it while beating around the bush. A little.&lt;br /&gt;However, I have no time and no energy which is the main factor actually, and thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not going to bore anyone that actually still reads my blog with my 'essay'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always talk about people changing.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they do, we do. &lt;br /&gt;Because we move on, in different phases of life.&lt;br /&gt;Having different experiences that causes us to have changed in the eyes of others that were there during your previous phase or phases of life.&lt;br /&gt;Take students for example, moving on from secondary to tertiary education,&lt;br /&gt;we change according to our new environment.&lt;br /&gt;Or more specifically, we change to suit our environment, to blend in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call that animal instincts.&lt;br /&gt;You may argue, what for change to suit the environment?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need to blend in?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just remain yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to change yourself for others?&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to survival. Of what degree, it differs for everyone I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think.&lt;br /&gt;When we've run out of topics with our best friends, is it really the human factor?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it actually the environmental factor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now we see, the gray gray world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5634538106695878031?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5634538106695878031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5634538106695878031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/11/color-of-deception-i-call-it-gray.html' title='The color of deception. I call it gray.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TPNXfJWezFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/K4NcZ0KMxjM/s72-c/tumblr_lces3b9zt01qcui9mo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2755313051905055930</id><published>2010-11-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:58:02.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's thanksgiving. Give thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TO_D3al3z4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kgVJnTTfBo0/s1600/a_little_hope_by_alephunky-d2xgj9i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TO_D3al3z4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kgVJnTTfBo0/s320/a_little_hope_by_alephunky-d2xgj9i.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am suppose to be studying, &lt;br /&gt;but yet I'm updating this blog that no one really reads anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Partially due to me neglecting the blog beh.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, SORRY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why when Wanyi's friend went in for operation I felt the anxiousness too.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I've never seen her like this before?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm worried about Wanyi, her lungs felt tired before she logged off without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I text her I just can't reach her. Aish.&lt;/div&gt;Okay now I'm super worried, because I can't get her via calls either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't continue anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2755313051905055930?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2755313051905055930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2755313051905055930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-thanksgiving-give-thanks.html' title='It&apos;s thanksgiving. Give thanks.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TO_D3al3z4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kgVJnTTfBo0/s72-c/a_little_hope_by_alephunky-d2xgj9i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1248878865779268268</id><published>2010-11-14T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:59:29.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you didn't realized, I've moved on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TN_qeCQnvjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Uqe2feMsM6Q/s1600/150223_458808133667_710443667_5675670_3747829_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TN_qeCQnvjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Uqe2feMsM6Q/s400/150223_458808133667_710443667_5675670_3747829_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Picture speaks a thousand words."&lt;br /&gt;So speak now picture. SPEAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not lazy to update my blog at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1248878865779268268?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1248878865779268268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1248878865779268268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-didnt-realized-ive-moved-on.html' title='If you didn&apos;t realized, I&apos;ve moved on.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TN_qeCQnvjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Uqe2feMsM6Q/s72-c/150223_458808133667_710443667_5675670_3747829_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6564631488234609845</id><published>2010-11-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:33:22.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't like reality, it's way too clear to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey people, I didn't talk about my day at marina barrage right?&lt;br /&gt;I spent so much time there in one day that I'm sick of it already.&lt;br /&gt;7am to 9pm, how boring can that get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, the xiyao peeps made everything so much pleasant.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqlHqFV2HI/AAAAAAAAATw/gOR2NpJtbQA/s1600/IMG_1317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqlHqFV2HI/AAAAAAAAATw/gOR2NpJtbQA/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the kite we bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqlTZPuQBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GLBfmPOp3Ag/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqlTZPuQBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GLBfmPOp3Ag/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The dots are kites. Many many pretty kites. Just that picture can't reflect them all.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqlaN3hi9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/U-36jf7HzTw/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqlaN3hi9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/U-36jf7HzTw/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Singapore flyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNql5Ak6AxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-5Cw9No3T_w/s1600/PB070181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNql5Ak6AxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-5Cw9No3T_w/s320/PB070181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Boss.(:&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he said when he saw me was,:&lt;br /&gt;"你怎么变得那么黑?!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! I think I look less dark than the beginning of the year liao lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqmiK_XSdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BttLeu0M9Ps/s1600/PB070231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqmiK_XSdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BttLeu0M9Ps/s320/PB070231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ang Chong Yee, Lim Hwee Neng, Me, Yong Jen aka Jenny &amp;amp; Janelle the AA QUEEN playing twister.&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ xiao fang lao shi's face which carrying Jayden! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqk_APCBfI/AAAAAAAAATs/mQHCzJMi4Ew/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqk_APCBfI/AAAAAAAAATs/mQHCzJMi4Ew/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jarrod, this little boy still trying to find the love of his life.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou bah, it doesn't come easy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Singapore Polytechnic (SP) to scout the school &lt;br /&gt;so that I can surprise someone called W.Meiying on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Met wanyi @ 0740 and went to hilltop library with the intention of studying.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up SLEEPING like a PIG.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, wandered around like some lost soul around the school cause hilltop was too cold.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Joseph while studying at the Study Corner @ T20,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;apparently Wanyi doesn't even know that that place existed -.-&lt;br /&gt;Jo came down to find me and brought me back to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, finally I wasn't any lost soul any more.(:&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, the person I was suppose to surprise TOMORROW saw me.&lt;br /&gt;That Meiying shouted damn loudly&lt;br /&gt;:" EH WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE I THOUGHT YOU TOLD ME YOU'RE IN SCHOOL?!"&lt;br /&gt;Actually I never tell her I'm in school, &lt;br /&gt;I only said I was having Geography when she asked what lesson was I having. -.-&lt;br /&gt;HER SHOCKED EXPRESSION WAS PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;But then, EVERYONE AROUND US LOOKED AT ME LUH.&lt;br /&gt;Great. Now everyone knows I'm an intruder. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Wanyi &amp;amp; Meiying to end lessons before going down to Moberly.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy SP tee-shirt but no stock T.T&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I can go there some other time. :D&lt;br /&gt;Trained down to Jurong point and had Ichiban! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I keep peeking over the belt and waving to this little boy that was "peeping" at me! *shy*&lt;br /&gt;We were like playing peek-a-boo just that it's the bollywood version.((:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, he was from St. Joseph Kindergaten *nostalgia* SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the woman opposite of our tables was laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I WAS OBLIVIOUS TO IT UNTIL WOBBY TOLD ME. *scowls*&lt;br /&gt;OH YARH, I WAS WAITING FOR THE BLOODY SALMON SHASHIMI TO SWIM TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;SWIM SO LONG STILL NEVER REACH OF COURSE SO FAT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;So I just ordered it off the menu.(:&lt;br /&gt;The salmon was UBER fresh though, cause it's instantly sliced and served. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Spent $29.36 (what the fuck) but at least it was a good meal, HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mopped around Jurong Point and the Library before going home.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall dedicate tomorrow to tidying up my stuff &amp;amp; probably go for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;Take care people, the flu bug is spreading! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6564631488234609845?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6564631488234609845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6564631488234609845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-like-reality-its-way-too-clear-to.html' title='Don&apos;t like reality, it&apos;s way too clear to me.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TNqlHqFV2HI/AAAAAAAAATw/gOR2NpJtbQA/s72-c/IMG_1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2730612296535833666</id><published>2010-11-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:31:23.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She took him faster you can say sabotage.</title><content type='html'>Why is it so cold now? No, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;I've a feeling that I'm going to fall sick like really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, tomorrow's the end of project work, LIKE FINALLY HUH.&lt;br /&gt;Won't have to communicate with that STUPID AMOEBA EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea what is he gonna become and I don't think I give any damn either.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do wake up early IN TIME and &amp;nbsp;OMG get my script right. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after all these project work horror, here comes re-test.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so tiring, and what if I can't hold on anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Retention seems to be the best way out for me, and more relaxing too.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, it's selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, but at the end of the day, I just have to suck it up and like, STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can't imagine if I go for second round and I still fail.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be so depressed that I'll refuse to study EVER EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;Then AJC, you would know, you ruined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you would continue to ruin many in time to come. Absolutely positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm complaining, I'm whining.&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely do not think that I brought this upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you would argue, which thief would announce to the world that he's one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* &lt;br /&gt;I'll just go pack my bag and get ready for tomorrow to give all the examiners an ear blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2730612296535833666?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2730612296535833666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2730612296535833666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-took-him-faster-you-can-say.html' title='She took him faster you can say sabotage.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-298137800299022357</id><published>2010-11-06T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:50:05.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, what do you learn from project work at the end of everything? &lt;br /&gt;You want my honest answer the-creator-of-the-super-horrendous-project-work? &lt;br /&gt;I learn that, that there are really some people who can just sit there and do nothing which I classify as AN AMOEBA which equates to having NEGLIGIBLE EXISTENCE in my context, other than that, NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what exactly went through those minds when they decided that we actually need our insights &amp;amp; reflections to be drafted time and time again and even to the extent of being APPROVED to get an exceeding expectation (EE)? Since it is suppose to be like, OUR REFLECTIONS? &amp;amp; OUR INSIGHTS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. No wait, pissed out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-298137800299022357?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/298137800299022357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/298137800299022357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/11/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5998733904420898359</id><published>2010-10-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:23:05.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final verdict.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It has been a long time since I was here.&lt;br style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Failed promotional examinations as predicted.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Oh well, I was given the second chance.(:&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Retest here I come.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Doing it for sharkboy, doing it for the awesome 34/10, doing it for AJ Tennis, doing it for all the worthy friends I’ve made in AJC.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Not prepared to ban my eyes from him forever,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;not prepared to stop being in 34/10’s epicness,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;not prepared to miss out all the fun and tiring training sessions with the team,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;not prepared to forsake those hi-byes-hugs along the college corridors.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Not prepared to leave AJC.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Funny how I came into AJC I was reluctant to stay,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;and now I feel pain when I think about leaving.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&amp;amp; I feel more pain when I know there would be some of us that would go.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;By force or by choice, it still hurts.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;But as hard as it may be, life still goes on.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;We just gotta continue to fight.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Those that are fighting for retest, jiayou.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Those that are fighting for the chance to take a retest, nothing is impossible.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Those that are fighting for those who wants a second chance, we’re all in this together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Ohana means family. Family means, no one gets left behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5998733904420898359?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5998733904420898359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5998733904420898359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/final-verdict.html' title='The final verdict.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5841723228386674937</id><published>2010-09-11T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:39:51.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I get back.</title><content type='html'>On haitus till after promotional examinations.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make a difference right, since I haven been blogging.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5841723228386674937?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5841723228386674937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5841723228386674937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/09/till-i-get-back.html' title='Till I get back.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5499899219689754730</id><published>2010-09-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:09:26.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll move on baby, just like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Someday when I stop loving you. - Carrie Underwood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One foot on the bus 'bout half past nine&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you were leaving this time&lt;br /&gt;I thought about laying down in it's path&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that you might get off for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that night we laid in bed&lt;br /&gt;Naming all our kids that we hadn't had yet&lt;br /&gt;One for your grandma and one for mine&lt;br /&gt;Said we'd draw straws when it came time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on baby, just like you&lt;br /&gt;When the desert floods and the grass turns blue&lt;br /&gt;When a sailing ship don't need her moon&lt;br /&gt;It'll break my heart, but I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Someday when I stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet all I had on a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end, it wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to watch you leave right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to learn to let you go somehow&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on baby, just like you&lt;br /&gt;When the desert floods and the grass turns blue&lt;br /&gt;When a sailing ship don't need her moon&lt;br /&gt;It'll break my heart, but I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Someday when I stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oh someday&lt;br /&gt;Oh, someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on baby, just like you&lt;br /&gt;When the desert floods and the grass turns blue&lt;br /&gt;When a sailing ship don't need her moon&lt;br /&gt;It'll break my heart, but I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Someday when I stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;Someday when I stop loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5499899219689754730?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5499899219689754730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5499899219689754730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-move-on-baby-just-like-you.html' title='I&apos;ll move on baby, just like you.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3764369276687511389</id><published>2010-09-01T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:27:31.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercing words, eyes are red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TH4WZAMYKRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1RnAKKTQNz8/s400/Crossroads_by_korny_pnk.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being gone, for like, so long so long(:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I would be missing, like on and off till promotionals are over.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Jurong to visit friends and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so wonderfully, comfortable.(:&lt;br /&gt;Nearly all of 4409s came home, some were MIA.((:&lt;br /&gt;Shall catch them next time! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TH4XeIxrtUI/AAAAAAAAATE/OXUVRYlGKKE/s400/Class+3410.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class 34/10! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TH4X7TQt4HI/AAAAAAAAATM/Q8Ln9TYmgIs/s400/Class+4409.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class 4409! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Cause it feels good to be home again.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TH4W0MAqd0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/brUjTrcHxsE/s400/IMG_0960.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Special featured.(: Asyraf, the most awesome nandaddy ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one fine day I was complaining to Meiying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she suddenly ask me to write a song.&lt;br /&gt;Skeptical, I still wrote the song.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Who to turn to who to trust.&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure what's my next step,&lt;br /&gt;how should I walk on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like at a dead end,&lt;br /&gt;trying to climb over the red brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressing my hand on the red rough surface.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for help.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;My faith is breaking me,&lt;br /&gt;my shadows are chasing me.&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned, torn, forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;I turned.&lt;br /&gt;Running back to memories,&lt;br /&gt;where I won't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're telling me who what where when how,&lt;br /&gt;but I ain't gonna listen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Can't they see I have had enough?&lt;br /&gt;can't they see I'm breaking apart?&lt;br /&gt;That the red brick wall is crushing me to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth is so obvious,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still so lost in your lies.&lt;br /&gt;Even when the truth's so clear I see,&lt;br /&gt;I sealed my heart and numbed my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told,&lt;br /&gt;I rather be your puppet, &lt;br /&gt;then to be nothing at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Basically, this song is mixed.&lt;br /&gt;As in, it's not really written based on just one issue.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wonder if it relates to anyone of you out there too.(:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And after I wrote the song, she then asked me to find someone to create a melody for this song.&lt;br /&gt;I was too skeptical about it.&lt;br /&gt;Since for it, it's almost impossible to create a tune -.-&lt;br /&gt;Even improvisation kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the first person that came into my mind was&amp;nbsp;Asyraf.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't exactly know him, but I kinda added him on msn and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I requested for him to like create a melody for my song,&lt;br /&gt;HE AGREED.(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somehow, he became a nandaddy too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday, he played and sang the song for me.&lt;br /&gt;He edited the lyrics to fit the song,&lt;br /&gt;if not he'll have to probably strum for a whole 6-10 minutes.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just don't know what to do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; who to trust or who to turn to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don’t know what's my next move,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; how should I walk on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm like at a dead end,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; trying to climb over the red brick wall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; With all these complications,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; brought my life to a stall...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God for help,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and heaven didn't reply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; My faith is breaking me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and I just want to cry…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you care, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; don’t you know what I am feeling inside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cause I am struggling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hold on tight, hope I’ll find, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; something to keep me alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't they see I have had enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Can't they see that I'm breaking apart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Be patient I beg I am not a puppet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; but this is just too hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God for help,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and Heaven didn't reply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; My faith is breaking me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and I just want to cry…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you care, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; don’t you know what I am feeling inside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cause I am struggling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hold on tight, hope I’ll find, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; something to keep me alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain’t the truth is so obvious,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; yet I'm still so lost in your lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; I sealed my heart and numbed my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Truth be told there’s nothing, nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don’t you care, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; don’t you know what I am feeling inside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cause I am struggling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hold on tight, hope I’ll find, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; something to keep me alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I am lonely."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly have an audio or video of the song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there will probably be one, someday.(:&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling him it's awesome, but he just refuses to believe.&lt;br /&gt;SO, ASYRAF!&lt;br /&gt;THE SONG IS REALLY AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continue to create okay?!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you! ^.^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people, bye, for now.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3764369276687511389?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3764369276687511389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3764369276687511389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/09/piercing-words-eyes-are-red.html' title='Piercing words, eyes are red.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TH4WZAMYKRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1RnAKKTQNz8/s72-c/Crossroads_by_korny_pnk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3015078397290456901</id><published>2010-08-25T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T04:35:27.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;It feels like you've fallen for another.&lt;br /&gt;You said I'm strong.&lt;br /&gt;Give me an answer, don't leave me hanging, guessing, hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've decided, do it swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, so enlighten me, even if it means hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. Really.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3015078397290456901?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3015078397290456901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3015078397290456901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-feels-like-youve-fallen-for-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1068984017564298655</id><published>2010-08-25T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:42:31.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative gradient. Let's take the gradient of the normal instead. Positive gradient.(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THPe8MKWbWI/AAAAAAAAASk/kTfYC_YrXyI/s1600/Morgenstern_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THPe8MKWbWI/AAAAAAAAASk/kTfYC_YrXyI/s400/Morgenstern_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;That I love you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I'm going to get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you're going to break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you're going to mend it again in your own ways.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I'm going to cry because of you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you make me worry.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you make me feel like I'm just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still love me, I reassure you, I still love you as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all of that cannot replace,&lt;br /&gt;The number of times you made my day with just a single sentence.&lt;br /&gt;The number of times you made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;The number of times you made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The number of times you made me blush like an apple.&lt;br /&gt;The number of times you made me feel like I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;The number of times when in doubt I still trust you.&lt;br /&gt;The number of times when my heart tells me :" He's the one."&lt;br /&gt;Just like how your mind told you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you.♥"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1068984017564298655?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1068984017564298655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1068984017564298655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/negative-gradient-lets-take-gradient-of.html' title='Negative gradient. Let&apos;s take the gradient of the normal instead. Positive gradient.(:'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THPe8MKWbWI/AAAAAAAAASk/kTfYC_YrXyI/s72-c/Morgenstern_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2306708225680836534</id><published>2010-08-24T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:42:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y = -X+1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THO5gyGB0bI/AAAAAAAAASc/DufXX25OLYQ/s1600/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THO5gyGB0bI/AAAAAAAAASc/DufXX25OLYQ/s400/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I bet you forgot! *poke* (:&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, you don't really have that "tradition" over there huh.(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cross referencing to facebook, you're swimming now.&lt;br /&gt;At this time.&lt;br /&gt;-_- &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Yes, that looks exactly like me now.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows if you're really swimming or ... I can't think of what you'll do.(:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, SWIMMING?! At this time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* Okay, now I'm like choked for words.&lt;br /&gt;Is not nothing to say, is too many things to say.(:&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're very busy revising for your trials &amp;amp; SPM lately.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I really hope you're not too stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;Later you fall sick again howwww?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You even gave senior citizen up. *impressed*&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I really miss your voice.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2306708225680836534?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2306708225680836534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2306708225680836534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/y-x1.html' title='Y = -X+1'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THO5gyGB0bI/AAAAAAAAASc/DufXX25OLYQ/s72-c/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6202501502292753656</id><published>2010-08-23T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:21:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱的那个天使.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THJl-OES5OI/AAAAAAAAARw/I7f7vpGp5eY/s1600/Tell_me_youre_afraid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THJl-OES5OI/AAAAAAAAARw/I7f7vpGp5eY/s400/Tell_me_youre_afraid.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rare that I'm already seated in front of my computer at like 8.23pm now,&lt;br /&gt;attempting to like blog or something.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've a million things to do tonight,&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't figure out what.&lt;br /&gt;Like EOM, econs case studies, geography essays, chinese essays. OMG. :x&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, mongster teacher don't check my maths tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;If not I'm like really a goner already.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, freaking younger brother came to annoy me again. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are younger brothers so FREAKING ANNOYING?!&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll stuff Durian shells up his ass. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like downloading more songs into my phone,&lt;br /&gt;like the songs I've been listening to a lot a lot these few days,&lt;br /&gt;but... I'm just... to lazy... to open the... application. *dies on the laptop*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get a little more motivated when youtube starts pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;*glances at the amount of tabs I have* (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; OH MY GAWD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE SLEEPING.&lt;/span&gt;No you ain't seeing it wrongly.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was horrible today &amp;amp; would be worse tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;7 rounds around the track as usual.(:&lt;br /&gt;Had like 3 hours of maths today, and my brain was too fried to go for peer tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the canteen and pig with Jenn, Yeuyann &amp;amp; Siew Ying.&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to play tennis today,&lt;br /&gt;but, as usual, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be this Monday curse.&lt;br /&gt;Every Monday, at 3.45pm, the sky would show signs of rain.&lt;br /&gt;Damm it, and it would ALWAYS rain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, our poor sky needs her Monday Blues time too right?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused home with Yeuyann today,&lt;br /&gt;and today's public transport was damm screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere was choke with people.((:&lt;br /&gt;But the drain water is AMAZINGLY CLEAR today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be an abrupt ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6202501502292753656?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6202501502292753656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6202501502292753656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='我爱的那个天使.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THJl-OES5OI/AAAAAAAAARw/I7f7vpGp5eY/s72-c/Tell_me_youre_afraid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3719499471347469593</id><published>2010-08-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:44:00.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your faith that makes you stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1OlsjN3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/xvCRMnHr-vA/s1600/IMG_0663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1nlnqrVI/AAAAAAAAARo/aAETBCVlRVs/s1600/Going_nowhere_by_LolaCraven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1nlnqrVI/AAAAAAAAARo/aAETBCVlRVs/s320/Going_nowhere_by_LolaCraven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's just like any typical Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and head down to Bukit Merah for Sunday classes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today is my last lesson there.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving! As in, the association is moving!(:&lt;br /&gt;To some weird place in the East?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I stay in the North-West. How awesome huh.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine the time I would have to get up from bed in future.&lt;br /&gt;Well, was hoping that 2 people would come, but they didn't appear.(:&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. After promotionals(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures from a few Saturdays back!&lt;br /&gt;When I had library study session with MY &amp;amp; WY! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;This baby started screaming from no where and started his/her adventure.(:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my camera is damm fail. Complain to Steve Jobs.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD0xhIydoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aIbiBlk-mlQ/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(*googoo* What's at the end of this tunnel?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD04zWjxOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9FcIw9dgZdQ/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD04zWjxOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9FcIw9dgZdQ/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(*pout* Boo. There's nothing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD09CxVvRI/AAAAAAAAARA/JoOBcMsU0vM/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OOO! Another tunnel! *crawls crawls*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1EUvxi4I/AAAAAAAAARI/DlLqlU1k5PM/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hah! Mesa sure find some thingy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1ZAmvUaI/AAAAAAAAARY/4CIlwDGi19o/s1600/IMG_0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1ZAmvUaI/AAAAAAAAARY/4CIlwDGi19o/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(NEARLY THERE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1kJ83waI/AAAAAAAAARg/gFMr1lPxECc/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Mom, I think I'm kinda like... stuck.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3719499471347469593?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3719499471347469593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3719499471347469593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-your-faith-that-makes-you-stronger.html' title='It&apos;s your faith that makes you stronger.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THD1nlnqrVI/AAAAAAAAARo/aAETBCVlRVs/s72-c/Going_nowhere_by_LolaCraven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-332945715067331960</id><published>2010-08-20T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:13:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, I'm not suicidal. Yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TG518uQRTpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A3Qc_QqvuFw/s1600/__decision___by_fal_name.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TG518uQRTpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A3Qc_QqvuFw/s400/__decision___by_fal_name.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;想你有时会缺氧, 嘴角不自觉上扬。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people! :D&lt;br /&gt;How are you people these few days? (:&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lost the blogging bug for a while, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Called Wanyi and Meiying out last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was like thinking about them from the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why lah, probably secondary school sick again.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to JP and ate MOS BURGER. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I'm going to start to get sick of Mos Burger already.&lt;br /&gt;Tried their Cheeseburger like for the first time in my life.((:&lt;br /&gt;It's was...AWESOME!(:&lt;br /&gt;Walked around looking for Wanyi's shoes and gave up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a whole load of familiar people while walking around JP.&lt;br /&gt;Jurong was once an alienland to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a place filled with endless memories for me.(:&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I grumbled when my mom just sent me there.&lt;br /&gt;But I made awesome friends along the way, and grumbled my 4 years through.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to go back so badly.(:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that might happen to AJ.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. It's already happening.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch YOG Tennis Finals tomorrow! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully still have tickets at the ticketing booth! :D&lt;br /&gt;Going to try to get DAD to sponsor me!&lt;br /&gt;He has to anyway.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, God wants you to know that God is there for you to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hold on to what is &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;even if it's a handful of earth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to what you &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;even if it's a tree that stands by itself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to what you &lt;u&gt;must do,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;even if it's a long way from here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your &lt;u&gt;faith&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;even if it's easier to let go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;God's hand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-332945715067331960?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/332945715067331960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/332945715067331960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-worry-im-not-suicidal-yet.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, I&apos;m not suicidal. Yet.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TG518uQRTpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A3Qc_QqvuFw/s72-c/__decision___by_fal_name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3469876356296849358</id><published>2010-08-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:59:16.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inference.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TG1S_P_MO3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/iH3ctnQAayc/s1600/I__m_Afraid_by_JacquelinePHOTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TG1S_P_MO3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/iH3ctnQAayc/s400/I__m_Afraid_by_JacquelinePHOTO.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3469876356296849358?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3469876356296849358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3469876356296849358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/inference.html' title='Inference.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TG1S_P_MO3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/iH3ctnQAayc/s72-c/I__m_Afraid_by_JacquelinePHOTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-4230802641007130023</id><published>2010-08-18T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:44:58.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGv2JkMS3WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rt5Fi7gRM_k/s1600/World_Harmony_by_gilad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGv2JkMS3WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rt5Fi7gRM_k/s400/World_Harmony_by_gilad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more time Yiyun, no more time.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can't settle down and do my work.&lt;br /&gt;2 essays to write in 55 minutes &amp;amp; I'm not even feeling the sense of urgency.&lt;br /&gt;After figuring that I most probably won't be able to concentrate,&lt;br /&gt;I rather blog.&lt;br /&gt;What's with this distracted Yiyun?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to think I could actually finish a full essay outline in like half an hour this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I gotta hurry up after this post I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11:11 ♥&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighto, it's 11:12 already.&lt;br /&gt;Sin Woon said my blog is about everyday stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I mean yeah, this is what happens everyday right?(:&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just so tired and running out of time always &lt;br /&gt;that I don't even have time to produce a proper entry by itself. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, read through Meiying's archives in the library just now.&lt;br /&gt;Realized that there were some points in time when our blogging style were similar.(:&lt;br /&gt;Brought back so many many old memories.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna turn back time. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20 already. Time to go off. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. (&amp;amp; it's not just 1 "you". "You" know who "you" are.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-4230802641007130023?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4230802641007130023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4230802641007130023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-more-time-yiyun-no-more-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGv2JkMS3WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rt5Fi7gRM_k/s72-c/World_Harmony_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-4582987782755670056</id><published>2010-08-16T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:44:09.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to even feel the pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGlcVax5tZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VThIK6PpRqY/s1600/Exhausted_by_Willy87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGlcVax5tZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VThIK6PpRqY/s400/Exhausted_by_Willy87.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;I promise a good post after I recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-4582987782755670056?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4582987782755670056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4582987782755670056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-tired-to-even-feel-pain.html' title='Too tired to even feel the pain.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGlcVax5tZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VThIK6PpRqY/s72-c/Exhausted_by_Willy87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6536619014084501676</id><published>2010-08-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:39:24.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking EOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 1:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Yiyun, remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry readers, no post today.&lt;br /&gt;Homework overload. :(&lt;br /&gt;Only have the sentence that kept pushing me on.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6536619014084501676?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6536619014084501676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6536619014084501676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/freaking-eom.html' title='Freaking EOM.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-1731814251596149733</id><published>2010-08-14T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:02:17.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really meant what I said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGVPsIX7SoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Imf6lVpUL-c/s1600/Trust_by_ahmetorhan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGVPsIX7SoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Imf6lVpUL-c/s400/Trust_by_ahmetorhan.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey readers!(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm like brain dead. Feel like sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;(okay I have no idea how to continue, let me take my shower first.)&lt;br /&gt;(okay I still don't know what to write, after maths.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm like finally back.(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; someone's gone. Ohwell, I do hope he gets plenty of rest though(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was kinda alright.&lt;br /&gt;Jitto is becoming kinder and kinder(:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she's not that unreasonable already. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope she stays this way, like for the time she teaches us.&lt;br /&gt;Geography lecture was SO SO SO BORING I fell asleep at the back part.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what, more than 3 people were laughing at how I slept.&lt;br /&gt;OI, I WAS TRYING TO PAY ATTENTION WHAT! :'(&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, SO MEAN LUH MY CLASSMATES!&lt;br /&gt;Somemore all of them, except for yihan maybe were like dozing off too! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PW turned CIVICS(:&lt;br /&gt;Discuss about some effective study thingy.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the words "effective &amp;amp; productivity" seems annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotted in the reading room till I was "hallucinating" while waiting for yihan.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with her after she was done with her CHEENA LIT.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went back to reading room.&lt;br /&gt;I thought things were getting quite productive when yihan's super funny friend came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;WAH, from the moment he SIT DOWN AH, TALK NON-STOP!&lt;br /&gt;I was just like giggling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;He's name is "Keng ___ " I THINK. The blank is suppose to be filled in by PeiJing.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we each remembered one word of his name. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Went crazy with Yihan, PeiJing, Hakeem &amp;amp; Keng ____ . + little of Deena!&lt;br /&gt;In the end didn't even finish unit ONE of econs. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to take keys for the Tennis store to take out training balls for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;They damm awesome luh, only have like 3 guys training today.&lt;br /&gt;And non of the excos are training.&lt;br /&gt;Went for training with yeuyann one hour after the guys started their training.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly we were called to train with them.&lt;br /&gt;Single rally. *squirms*&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, hahahaha.(:&lt;br /&gt;Rallied for a while with yeuyann after training to get my ACCELERATION(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained home with Yeuyann &amp;amp; Siewying.&lt;br /&gt;Had to listen to Siewying REPEATED complains that SHE'S HUNGRY for more than 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I swear she's even more long winded than me like 1000000 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnighto readers! ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I hope you're getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I don't know if you'll see this, but if you're one lucky shit and see this, ah, nothing.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm just hoping you'll get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm so far away, I can't take care of you and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I can't make honey lemon for you like how others closer to you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;amp; the only thing I can do is to watch you from the nearest distance I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;amp; make sure you're really alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I guess you are.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"John FortyOne Morgenstern Q :"I heard from somewhere that you're supposed to marry your best friend. Like, your potential fiance has to be your best friend.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yeah, I got that from your facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;When I saw that ah, many many questions gushed through my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;and until now, I still can't identify what my mind was screaming to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But that's alright, I trust you.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;IT'S NOT SUPPOSE TO BE DEPRESSING SO IF YOU'RE HAVING ANY NEGATIVE FEELINGS RIGHT NOW, YOU'VE INTERPRETED THE TEXT WRONGLY.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodnight.(: *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-1731814251596149733?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1731814251596149733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/1731814251596149733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-really-meant-what-i-said.html' title='I really meant what I said.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGVPsIX7SoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Imf6lVpUL-c/s72-c/Trust_by_ahmetorhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7544197334647675428</id><published>2010-08-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:54:58.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always end up failing trying not to care for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGQVj2flUMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VWgzZw7kgsc/s1600/Pills_of_Hapiness_by_carola_j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGQVj2flUMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VWgzZw7kgsc/s400/Pills_of_Hapiness_by_carola_j.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgomg, there's NO MORE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Shall summarize my day in like a few sentences.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL TRY TO OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;Currently chionging GP essay with Huiyan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jitto didn't come today, yay.&lt;br /&gt;But boo, meaning she'll be coming for the ONE AND A HALF HOURS lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Damm it luhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Econs lecture test was a goner as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I really really really dread to see the results. :(&lt;br /&gt;Econs tutorials was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing our case studies when miss chew suddenly say&lt;br /&gt;:" Eh why nobody say my dress today is nice ah?! "&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she whole day PMS, cause no one noticed her.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for training but was very very lethargic today.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, probably cause of my forehand strokes.&lt;br /&gt;Damm depressing. It's okay, I'll get my power shots back, one day(:&lt;br /&gt;Did the volley thingy 500 times on my forehand though, and a few tens on the back and foreback.(:&lt;br /&gt;Physical training was killer.&lt;br /&gt;Did verticals, 10 sets.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly died after it luh.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my legs don't ache tomorrow, cause there's still training with the guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps, goodnight readers!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7544197334647675428?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7544197334647675428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7544197334647675428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-always-end-up-failing-trying-not-to.html' title='I always end up failing trying not to care for you.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGQVj2flUMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VWgzZw7kgsc/s72-c/Pills_of_Hapiness_by_carola_j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-741636400526172417</id><published>2010-08-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:57:35.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna happen when it's suppose to happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGK6m235KtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zv4DUFTGvMk/s1600/falling_apart___by_omgOLA_x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGK6m235KtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zv4DUFTGvMk/s400/falling_apart___by_omgOLA_x.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying to STUDY for my econs test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, if I get my default mark again, I'll...I'll...I'LL!!&lt;br /&gt;Just try harder lo T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you guys I was late today?&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't oversleep or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;I just failed to wait for a car that was suppose to come and fetch me.(:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Miss Hshieh Yeu Yann texted me at 6:50am telling me that she just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;And I waited at the road for like 15 minutes?!&lt;br /&gt;No choice, waddled like some kuku with a shoebag, my racket and my tumbler and my big bag and took bus to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright today, today is slack day mah.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, jitto didn't come to class, so it's a bonus.(:&lt;br /&gt;It sort of thunderstormed at around like 1:30pm++.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I was so devastated, cause it would mean PHYSICAL TRAINING. T.T&lt;br /&gt;But coach was damm cute, he texted radhe saying he'll be late for training.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he can't step out of his house in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;then he come tell me :"I not that stupid to go out in that rain." *scowls*&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, the worse worse thing is,&lt;br /&gt;THAT COACH PURPOSELY COME STEP ON MY SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;NEW SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;He was like pretending to walk pass me, then suddenly he STEPPED&lt;br /&gt;I look down at my shoes, T.T, black black one.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, IT'S OKAY, coach is always bullying me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little of slack physical training, (I'm surprised.)&lt;br /&gt;skipped for 1 minute, 3 sets.&lt;br /&gt;then dried the court and practiced volleys.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we had to like bounce the ball on the racket 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;Forehand, backhand and forebackhand.&lt;br /&gt;I tried for like the 1000th time before I got my 100 times on..FOREHAND ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then it was mixed doubles.&lt;br /&gt;Cause me and Yeuyann got seperated from the girls again to join the boys T.T&lt;br /&gt;One thing good about mix doubles.&lt;br /&gt;Just throw everything to the guy to hit. (:&lt;br /&gt;Not bad lah, didn't expect myself to work as well with Ryan.(:&lt;br /&gt;both me and yeuyann were off-form today.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained home with the girls and bumped into Mr Ang half way.((:&lt;br /&gt;All the best to me for tomorrow's econs test.(:&lt;br /&gt;*peace sign* Goodnight readers! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-741636400526172417?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/741636400526172417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/741636400526172417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-gonna-happen-when-its-suppose-to.html' title='It&apos;s gonna happen when it&apos;s suppose to happen.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGK6m235KtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zv4DUFTGvMk/s72-c/falling_apart___by_omgOLA_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6870123345883941682</id><published>2010-08-10T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:45:34.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the best thing that has ever been mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGFz53vIbGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BicgXSVTSrg/s1600/2_6_1_by_ennabird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGFz53vIbGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BicgXSVTSrg/s400/2_6_1_by_ennabird.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;Went out early in the morning to study with yihan.(:&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her for like one hour, after she told me she'll be getting her earpiece first.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around lot one, had yakun toast for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was still not FULL.&lt;br /&gt;To kick away my temptation, I deposited almost all my money in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;YES, IT'S THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING I'VE EVER DONE.&lt;br /&gt;To curb my itchy mouth, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I didn't eat more than the toast! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained down to YewTee Long John Silver.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't very productive cause both of us are sleepy like hell.&lt;br /&gt;But at least we did some work luh(:&lt;br /&gt;Apparently many of her JUNIORS were like there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if we went to JP, many of MY juniors would be there too(:&lt;br /&gt;Trained down to bugis last minute and bought a clutch. :D&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! I ate the abacus thingy too!&lt;br /&gt;It's called 算盘子!(:&lt;br /&gt;Omg, haven ate it in like GAZILLION YEARS! *happy happy*&lt;br /&gt;Bused home and have been trying to do work, until now.&lt;br /&gt;I have NO IDEA, NO IDEA WHY, I've been feeling so hungry,&lt;br /&gt;for the WHOLE day. Ugh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to finish my GP essay outline like now.&lt;br /&gt;Brain is like so so so fried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky tomorrow is kinda slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I love you J.W.J.K. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon and rest well!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6870123345883941682?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6870123345883941682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6870123345883941682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-best-thing-that-has-ever-been.html' title='You&apos;re the best thing that has ever been mine.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGFz53vIbGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BicgXSVTSrg/s72-c/2_6_1_by_ennabird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7709675286915801128</id><published>2010-08-09T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:46:17.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my best teddy bear sitting in my favourite chair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGAUBInQ4aI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5tDQpmwQssY/s1600/Teddy_by_hanlim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGAUBInQ4aI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5tDQpmwQssY/s400/Teddy_by_hanlim.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Omg, someone is not replying me on msn. :(I'll blog like tomorrow or something.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7709675286915801128?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7709675286915801128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7709675286915801128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-and-my-best-teddy-bear-sitting-in-my.html' title='Me and my best teddy bear sitting in my favourite chair.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TGAUBInQ4aI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5tDQpmwQssY/s72-c/Teddy_by_hanlim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5643184390438894463</id><published>2010-08-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:54:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF6_ddTeUbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/okSVCbDLeSw/s1600/Trust_me_I_love_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF6_ddTeUbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/okSVCbDLeSw/s400/Trust_me_I_love_you.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evenings! (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to MR.STM...whatever happened today?! O.O&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I slept in like a pig.((:&lt;br /&gt;Till around 11 plus I think.(:&lt;br /&gt;Jump out of bed and headed down for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, you know, there's this super duper inconsiderate person from our block.&lt;br /&gt;Keep throwing RAW stuff down to the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, RAW STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;E.g Stingray, Squid, DEAD CHICKEN WITH HALF PLUCK FEATHERS, and etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who the hell...&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL WOULD BE THAT INCONSIDERATE LUH.&lt;br /&gt;Com'on lah, we're all living in the same block,&lt;br /&gt;sharing the same carpark at the bottom of our houses.&lt;br /&gt;I have NO IDEA, NO IDEA why they would do this.&lt;br /&gt;My mum wrote to the housing development board,&lt;br /&gt;they push it to other departments.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; till now, nothing, NOTHING has been done about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just this morning we found our car STAINED WITH SQUID INK.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I'm not violent or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm like how GENTLE right readers?(:&lt;br /&gt;But but but, if I ever ever EVERRRR find that person,&lt;br /&gt;I'll roll my eyes at him/her glare at him/her(who cares if my eyes are small)&lt;br /&gt;and then say :"Don't you effing have some sense of courtesy?!"&lt;br /&gt;Give him/her the international finger and then walk off.(:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be civilized to people who doesn't show me no sense of civilization.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were driving out, and then this driver passed by and waved to my dad,&lt;br /&gt;signaling him to like scroll down his window.&lt;br /&gt;Then he went like&lt;br /&gt;:"I had it worse than you, the WHOLE SQUID was on my screen. I just came back from the car wash."&lt;br /&gt;(I really do wonder how he drove out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but today's tuition felt like forever.&lt;br /&gt;TIME WAS PRACTICALLY CRAWLING.&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting better cause she's finally getting the hang of her weakest topic((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, did maths for like 4 hours before taking a break,&lt;br /&gt;and now what am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Geog, talking to yihanny and love(:&lt;br /&gt;That Wobby and Mobby are prolly too busy defaming each other in maple.-.-&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe faming.&lt;br /&gt;Or trying not to die and get 3rd job done.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. *ARROW BOMB*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights people.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5643184390438894463?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5643184390438894463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5643184390438894463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-pot-of-gold-at-end-of-rainbow.html' title='That pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF6_ddTeUbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/okSVCbDLeSw/s72-c/Trust_me_I_love_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5895266862187996160</id><published>2010-08-07T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:47:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says you only cry when you're sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF1LdMRaX0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sMSSwJMxknM/s1600/We_can_only_appreciate____by_Lk_At_Yrslv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF1LdMRaX0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sMSSwJMxknM/s400/We_can_only_appreciate____by_Lk_At_Yrslv.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening readers!(:&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't and was really awesome for me!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME BECAUSE THE YOG CHEER THE FLAME WAS DAMM AWESOME WITH THE PEOPLE WHO WENT AND 34/10! WE ROCK MAN!(:&lt;br /&gt;It's not the quantity, it's the quality.(:|&lt;br /&gt;We proved that so right today man! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, found out from Yeuyann that Zhuang Jiao Lian missed me after I quitted wushu.&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW.(':&lt;br /&gt;I shall consider going back for the Thursday night's class.&lt;br /&gt;But, there are other factors to consider.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've some people I want to &lt;br /&gt;thank and appreciate(:&lt;br /&gt;If you're not here, don't worry, you'll be featured sooner or later.(:&lt;br /&gt;OR, you can protest at my tagboard. There. &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF1Ld8DT2PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XF048zPBc94/s400/Meiying+and+Wanyi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meiying &amp;amp; Wanyi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I couldn't put a nicer picture of you two together.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I putting you two together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause when I think of Meiying, I'll think of Wanyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; when I think of Wanyi, I'll think of Meiying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We used to do everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to thank both of you for these 4 years(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For tolerating my nonsense, for accepting me for who I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for sharing Joy, Laughter, Pain, and Tears with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retarded moments, serious moments, epic moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I really miss the 2 of you. Like hell loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss doing so many things with you two I don't know how to list them all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the times when Wanyi's house was our second home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the times when hurling insults at each other is an everyday thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the times when we see each other everyday in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wish time can rewind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, we've to grow up some day(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember our promise to live together in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You girls remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That little place that belongs to us, where we can just pour everything out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meiying remember? We're gonna make Wanyi fat by flooding her with food everyday.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You girls remember? I promised to cook soup for both of you everyday(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Kinda regret it now, COOK SOUP EVERYDAY?! TIRING LEH. ^.^V)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah, I got so much to say that I can't possibly finish it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really touch when Meiying the sleeping pig wake up at like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6am just to text me on the first day of my JC life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really touch when Wanyi got so worried when, you know, I sent the text out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She showed the motherly side of her that I never really saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The list of many other things which can never be done listing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I know that whatever happens, the helping hands of you girls will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blood is thicker than water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we share is thicker than blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you girls.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF1Le6gf1PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q1pZz-OAw1Y/s1600/Yihan+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF1Le6gf1PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q1pZz-OAw1Y/s400/Yihan+and+me.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yihan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get well soon you stupid fat fluffy pig with no meat(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA, you ah.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did I even became so close to you?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, thank you for being there all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For understanding, for supporting me, for trusting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For just being who you are.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although sometimes I really feel bad for insulting you now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But your ANNOYED FACE is really damm FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help it lah, you know, I can't fall asleep during lectures what.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pass promos and A levels together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to university and go out to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be one of your bridesmaid and you shall be one of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, I'll watch you walk down the aisle with that one man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That one man that appreciates you for who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That one man that will give you happiness for the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That one man that will hold your hand when you're crying and tell you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's going to be okay cause I'm here with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That one man that loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OI, I love you too okay?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF1LgcXIwhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/n91sMIumOCk/s400/John+(L).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;My boyfriend.&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're going to scream: "What the fuck, where's that slash and the word "brother"?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry boy, that word ain't showing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One, I don't treat you as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two, I don't feel for you as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three, I love you too much for you to be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I too fierce? Awwww, *hugs*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea why I used this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like wondering what should I put, then I decided on your current FB picture((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh, I've a lot to thank you for also.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For putting up with my "PMS", for putting up with my tiredness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For putting up with my busy schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For always trying to make me smile and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For loving me in your own way.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I've very little time for you cause I end classes late, and CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; some crap that made me need to go to bed at 12am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think I really sleep?(: Nah, I think of you till I fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These will pass. Time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If one day you decide to stop loving me(*slaughters you at the thought of it*),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;please let me be the first one to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*SMILES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise to be strong.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Thank you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5895266862187996160?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5895266862187996160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5895266862187996160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-says-you-only-cry-when-youre-sad.html' title='Who says you only cry when you&apos;re sad?'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TF1LdMRaX0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sMSSwJMxknM/s72-c/We_can_only_appreciate____by_Lk_At_Yrslv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8504665356247267825</id><published>2010-08-06T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:07:09.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness? Sorry, I'm not that gracious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFvyQOMcyHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YWGvxy7v358/s1600/forgiveness_by_hanoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFvyQOMcyHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YWGvxy7v358/s400/forgiveness_by_hanoo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, sorry for being MIA for like 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;Is it 2 days? O.O Oh well, whatever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is national day celebration, but we had like 2 hours lessons before.&lt;br /&gt;Went crazy with the class at the end of the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Was screaming at the top of our voice and jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I think we look like a bunch of retard.(:&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, how long more can we act as retarded as we were just now?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited in the canteen for Mars to come((:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; RYAN GOH KICKED ME, 2 TIMES OR MORE.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason I forgot, HE'S ALWAYS SO VIOLENT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Was too lazy to walk to YCK MRT to fetch the blur Mars to school,&lt;br /&gt;so I stoned in the canteen while waiting for JunYao to go and fetch her.(:&lt;br /&gt;Mars came soon after, hahaha, she says she feels super out of place in school.(:&lt;br /&gt;But she's as pretty as usual lah! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Trained with Mars, JY and Jason.(:&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at Bishan to meet Jenn and yeuyann for inception!(:&lt;br /&gt;Cause inception was at like 3:20, me, Jenn and yeuyann went to have lunch first.(:&lt;br /&gt;And then walk around aimlessly(:&lt;br /&gt;I bought a tape writer though, LIKE FINALLY. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Was tempted to buy a PLUSHIE BUT BUT BUT, I controlled. Again. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...I SHOULD STOP CONTROLLING MYSELF. T.T&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about it luh, SO CUTE! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3:00 went up to GV and wait for the guys, but then they are like earlier than us?!&lt;br /&gt;Avan damm zai, bought 13 tickets at one shot.((:&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Ryan to come from remedial and Jason from Toapayoh before going up.&lt;br /&gt;INCEPTION IS LIKE DAMMMM AWESOME LAH! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;After the movie yeuyann and Jenn were being irritating.&lt;br /&gt;They keep asking me:" ARE YOU AWAKE?!"&lt;br /&gt;then SWAT me one time. -.- Wth, very nice to beat horh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained home with Jenn, Yeuyann, Zhen guang and Zhen Guo(:&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed them from their iphone game but they won't get pek chek one leh!&lt;br /&gt;That's like AMUSING.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then it's home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8504665356247267825?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8504665356247267825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8504665356247267825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/forgiveness-sorry-im-not-that-gracious.html' title='Forgiveness? Sorry, I&apos;m not that gracious.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFvyQOMcyHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YWGvxy7v358/s72-c/forgiveness_by_hanoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-4297131890746802329</id><published>2010-08-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:51:04.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFbHEOIk-YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/M9uFb40094U/s1600/childhood_dreams_by_8o_clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFbHEOIk-YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/M9uFb40094U/s400/childhood_dreams_by_8o_clock.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I don't know what you want from me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a break from all your unreasonable attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, give the whole family a break.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to be scream at.&lt;br /&gt;Your unreasonable rules.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those rules, I'm not doing my tutorials anymore cause I don't have time to do a single shit.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for making my life much more difficult than it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do the things I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-4297131890746802329?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4297131890746802329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4297131890746802329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-i-dont-know-what-you-want-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFbHEOIk-YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/M9uFb40094U/s72-c/childhood_dreams_by_8o_clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-4059052015757429525</id><published>2010-08-01T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:35:57.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like learning to fly,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFVBdcQmfxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fnu0DSIiNlQ/s1600/kiss_by_oursilhouettes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFVBdcQmfxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fnu0DSIiNlQ/s400/kiss_by_oursilhouettes.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Or falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And my msn crashed again! Yeah lah, I'm brain dead!&lt;br /&gt;Doing GP now, and I'm so grateful to TingTing cause she practically finished everything!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, THANK YOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;Shall do a quick detailed one before I go off and type out everything! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning woke up early as usual to go to xiyao.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today bah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just fooled around with HuiNing, Yifeng and the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO SO SO gonna miss them when I quit xiyao. :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all good things comes to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't teach plenty of students today, just concentrated on one girl.&lt;br /&gt;She's like taking her PSLE in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm worried. :(&lt;br /&gt;And PSLE maths is like frigging DIFFICULT.&lt;br /&gt;It's even worse than secondary 4 maths.&lt;br /&gt;Okay ,maybe a little easier. But the thinking process is really XYZ.&lt;br /&gt;How did I even ace it last time?!&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, by leaving loads of questions with unfinished workings.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and pray that she gets a B at last.((:&lt;br /&gt;She will.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with family @ BPP @ Jack's place!(:&lt;br /&gt;The meal was awesome, I nearly died trying to stuff everything down.(:&lt;br /&gt;HEY! The food was still good okay?(:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Harvey Norman to search for a monitor for Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then to daiso for a while before we went home((:&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I didn't buy anything from Daiso today.&lt;br /&gt;I can't too, with mom hurrying me in that worried tone.&lt;br /&gt;ADMIT IT MOM! You're just scared I might buy too many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret: She is.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and slacked a little.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to do Geography tutorials and Chinese, but failed -.-&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep @ around 7 plus and woke up at 7.30 to do maths.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, after so long, I'm finally gonna start revision for Mathematical Induction.(:&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do pass promos. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, my facebook is not working!&lt;br /&gt;Not on my phone, not on my lappy! T.T&lt;br /&gt;Facebook always likes to be a bitch.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go off now, SOMEONE craves for my attention already!&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-4059052015757429525?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4059052015757429525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/4059052015757429525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-like-learning-to-fly.html' title='It&apos;s like learning to fly,'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFVBdcQmfxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fnu0DSIiNlQ/s72-c/kiss_by_oursilhouettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8201398967251285864</id><published>2010-07-31T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:28:14.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red balloons will always be there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPUKT8I6UI/AAAAAAAAANU/Y8IlkMJtQPA/s1600/jj_junsu_yoochun_20100414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPUKT8I6UI/AAAAAAAAANU/Y8IlkMJtQPA/s400/jj_junsu_yoochun_20100414.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what's the day today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, it's the 31th of July 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been one year since JaeJoong, JunSu and YooChun(JYJ) filed the lawsuit against SM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And till now, nothing is finalized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all the Cassies know JYJ have proceeded on to Japanese for further ventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And YunHo and ChangMin are doing their own stuffs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even their 4th album "breakout" has no group dance like they would usually have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their front cover was even photoshopped to become a "group" picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will they take the stage as TVXQ again no ones knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the members themselves don't know it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but we Cassie and TVXQ know there will come a day when it happens(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because they went through so much together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPVl1TdYdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OJbwpB1bBuw/s1600/ad6d5f7fcc88461571c96c318b43a56a1259515846_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPVl1TdYdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OJbwpB1bBuw/s400/ad6d5f7fcc88461571c96c318b43a56a1259515846_full.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share so much happiness, pain, joy, tears, &lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPVnDgVUqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/H_EurzhKDl0/s1600/dbsk_20090415_seoulbeats1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPVnDgVUqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/H_EurzhKDl0/s320/dbsk_20090415_seoulbeats1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Won so many awards, conquered so many hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fought so many mental and physical battles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as TVXQ, as DBSK, as 东方神起, as Tohoshinki, as 동방신기.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although different languages, those words carry the same significance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the only thing we cassies can do is to wait for them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to pray and hope that one day SM will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;return us &lt;i&gt;Hero&lt;/i&gt; KimJaeJoong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPcExg2uqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kZESN7AFUcs/s1600/tumblr_l04hc5q2iN1qa6xtpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPcExg2uqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kZESN7AFUcs/s320/tumblr_l04hc5q2iN1qa6xtpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;return us &lt;i&gt;Uknow&lt;/i&gt; JungYunHo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPUQMWY6hI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ce7DsbhOxkE/s1600/img20260501193738624rn4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPUQMWY6hI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ce7DsbhOxkE/s320/img20260501193738624rn4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;return us &lt;i&gt;Micky&lt;/i&gt; ParkYooChun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPcELzXrdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fsBcqGbWXnY/s1600/bbmsyc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPcELzXrdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fsBcqGbWXnY/s320/bbmsyc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;return us &lt;i&gt;Xiah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;KimJunSu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPcFu_CuPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1C6TH0NMcIU/s1600/tumblr_l04hqydbpx1qa6xtpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPcFu_CuPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1C6TH0NMcIU/s320/tumblr_l04hqydbpx1qa6xtpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;return us &lt;i&gt;Max &lt;/i&gt;ShimChangMin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPUQpT_JdI/AAAAAAAAANk/o1bdVj4f5qM/s320/Changminneee.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;return us our &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;동방신기&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPURR3UYrI/AAAAAAAAANs/hxlrS7HPLfA/s1600/dbsk_july10_seoulbeats2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPURR3UYrI/AAAAAAAAANs/hxlrS7HPLfA/s400/dbsk_july10_seoulbeats2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So oppas keep fighting, keep singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you all are the red starlights of us cassies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; we'll always raise the red balloons in the air just for the 5 of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cassiopeia&lt;/span&gt; will always be with&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;동방신기&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Always keep the faith.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppas you guys told us to. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8201398967251285864?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8201398967251285864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8201398967251285864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/red-balloons-will-always-be-there.html' title='Red balloons will always be there.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFPUKT8I6UI/AAAAAAAAANU/Y8IlkMJtQPA/s72-c/jj_junsu_yoochun_20100414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2653220620571351348</id><published>2010-07-30T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:10:55.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget the risk. Take the fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFGo-sCJWoI/AAAAAAAAANM/Gz6eVROQRtc/s1600/broken_heart_by_LittleFlair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFGo-sCJWoI/AAAAAAAAANM/Gz6eVROQRtc/s400/broken_heart_by_LittleFlair.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If that’s what you want, then it’s worth it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey people!(:&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda rare that I'm home, showered, had dinner and comfortably sitting down in front of my lappy.((:&lt;br /&gt;Heh, was late for school today cause I didn't hear the alarm. :(&lt;br /&gt;And I tio CWO, like wth?! *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Oh well((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today actually.&lt;br /&gt;Just the usual GP lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention that GP lessons are getting more and more productive?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not only for the essay outlines. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, at least I'm learning something with the way she teaches now.&lt;br /&gt;Like allowing more people to speak, more time to discuss.(:&lt;br /&gt;So I was late. When I burst into the classroom and sat beside tingting, &lt;br /&gt;she turned to me and said :"STRONG SMELL OF COFFEE."(:&lt;br /&gt;Man, am I becoming coffee scent?! *crosses fingers* NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for geography lecture and slept throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the drawing of the river and my padi field,&lt;br /&gt;the rest is really VERY BORING LUH :'(&lt;br /&gt;I was like NODDING away and yihan says my "action very big". *scowls*&lt;br /&gt;She tried to wake me up like ten thousand times but to no avail(:&lt;br /&gt;The next time I'll NOD and hit my head on the lecture table.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about that. ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a semi-projectwork lesson((:&lt;br /&gt;Basically Miss Chew briefed us about the written report stuffs -.-&lt;br /&gt;And then we started sharing baby photos on the visualizer!(:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring mine, cause they are all kept away SOMEWHERE. :D&lt;br /&gt;Managed to snapped Miss Chew's baby photo in time((:&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Miss Chew! I shall blackmail you!(:&lt;br /&gt;Was left to have free discussion and lessons ended. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini camwhore in class((:&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Syairah to upload the pictures onto FB.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maybe I'll have a new profile picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned for a few hours cause I didn't bring any revision to school to do.&lt;br /&gt;When I have time to revise, no materials.&lt;br /&gt;When I have no time to revise, all my materials in my bag, crushing me.((:&lt;br /&gt;BAH BAH BLACK SHEEP LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up crapping with yihan and peijing.(:&lt;br /&gt;When the rain finally stopped,&lt;br /&gt;went to roll the court with yeuyann, Jenn, Thu Hang &amp;amp; Avan and played a little bit of tennis(:&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to change my grip,&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't hold it properly anymore.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained home with Yeuyann and Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, thank God it's Saturday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But it means spending more time on maths tonight! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I'll pass promos with all these practices.&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove myself wrong.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved &lt;b&gt;Mobby and Wobby&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;TPL&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Yihanny&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; my &lt;b&gt;team&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;you girls can do it&lt;/i&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Just keep moving forward. V^.^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2653220620571351348?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2653220620571351348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2653220620571351348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/forget-risk-take-fall-if-thats-what-you.html' title='Forget the risk. Take the fall.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFGo-sCJWoI/AAAAAAAAANM/Gz6eVROQRtc/s72-c/broken_heart_by_LittleFlair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-776523073150567712</id><published>2010-07-29T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:37:03.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, accidentally stumbled upon this youtube trailer of this book.&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been going around for very long, but I've never read a single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;And something caught me, that linked so well with my life, touched me and made me teared(:&lt;br /&gt;Applies not only to couples, but also to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff178b; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"You're like  the north pole of a magnet bar, and he/she is also like the north pole of a magnet  bar. There's a force that'll always push you both apart. This force is called the  obstacle, like interest differences, communication problems. However, if you put  a metal bar in between, both magnets will stick to it &amp;amp; you'll be close to  each other. That metal bar dissolves the force that pushes both of us  away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff178b; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;amp; that  metal bar is what we call, &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-776523073150567712?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/776523073150567712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/776523073150567712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-accidentally-stumbled-upon-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8427014094686871194</id><published>2010-07-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:02:27.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a quarter after one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFAuHT63EfI/AAAAAAAAANE/I34WUo18nwA/s1600/Dreams.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFAuHT63EfI/AAAAAAAAANE/I34WUo18nwA/s400/Dreams.png" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serenity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people! Just came home from tennis training nowwww(:&lt;br /&gt;Can't bath cause grandfather is hogging the bathroom :(&lt;br /&gt;Man, I stink badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I didn't fall asleep in school today!((:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to coffee.(: As much as I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, jitto's lesson today was surprisingly not sleep inducing!&lt;br /&gt;Presented the stupid essay outline, and that question was proven too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;So me and tingting were given a day of time extension!((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for GSC, and surprisingly GSC lessons are getting more interesting.((:&lt;br /&gt;For now that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lecture was the most epic larh!&lt;br /&gt;Was laughing non-stop for don't know what reason for the first 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;And in the middle of everything when the audi was like pin drop silent,&lt;br /&gt;SinWoon suddenly YAWNED DAMM LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the lecturer when like:" Yarh, yawn somemore."&lt;br /&gt;We're like sitting at the front row and yeuyann at the back of the audi could hear her.&lt;br /&gt;Then Samuel started telling me "ghost" story and FREAKED THE HELL OUT OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be enjoying it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was trying to keep awake, understand the integration and TRYING NOT TO SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project work was cancelled and I prepared for keying's birthday bash!&lt;br /&gt;(My grandfather came out of the shower and said:"Eh, 你为什么瘦掉了?!"(in hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL. He sees me everyday leh! -_-&lt;br /&gt;(Okay I shall go shower first!)&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm back!((:&lt;br /&gt;Head up to LT 4 to prepare with some guys and miao ying((:&lt;br /&gt;Bashed her when she came. With cake.((:&lt;br /&gt;*check facebook for more info if I can upload the video((:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for training with Ryan that smells like strawberry cake!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Was told to play doubles with Mr Law, Radhe and Siew Ying.&lt;br /&gt;Siew Ying was like totally sian diao, cause I think she don't really know the formations for doubles!&lt;br /&gt;SIEWSIEW AH, doubles very fun de! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Mr Law was like pissing me off TTM.&lt;br /&gt;He keep going:" FLUFFY, FLFFAYEEEE, &amp;amp; Fluffy, come here!"&lt;br /&gt;For the WHOLE AFTERNOON TRAINING. Omg -.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, my name is Fluffy in the team, like how Yeuyann's name is roxy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not mad at him, I'm just annoyed. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced serves and my pinky is hurting like mad now.&lt;br /&gt;Coach went crazy and asked me to serve without my pinky holding on the the racket.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end my whole pinky was red T.T&lt;br /&gt;No lah, he's not a saddist, he's just trying to make me snap my wrist.((:&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS WHAT HE SAID.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I'm satisfied with most of my serves todayyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;Did triples for the last few minutes of the training, ((:&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back for a while to rally with Yeuyann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained home with a whole bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;Board the bus home, missed my stop and walked home long distance T.T&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go off and, umm, do my rituals now. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8427014094686871194?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8427014094686871194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8427014094686871194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-quarter-after-one.html' title='It&apos;s a quarter after one.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TFAuHT63EfI/AAAAAAAAANE/I34WUo18nwA/s72-c/Dreams.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-2378710567869363685</id><published>2010-07-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:18:26.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TE7k6ooTXjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aSbbN9qx81g/s1600/Stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TE7k6ooTXjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aSbbN9qx81g/s400/Stars.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO GOODEVENING PEOPLE!(:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, i'm left with 4 min to type an awesome entry!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall be quick with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wasn't interesting today,&lt;br /&gt;Partially because my cough and flu made my body feel really unwell.&lt;br /&gt;Shall try to get an MC on friday!&lt;br /&gt;Then can skip 1.5 hours of GP! YEAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics tutorial and GSC tutorial were surprisingly interesting today!(:&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a lot during these 2 tutorials and at least learnt something today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE is the best. Always the best. Forever the best.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would collapse from the pain from my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't. (:&lt;br /&gt;Was told to do like incline pull ups, crunches and run.&lt;br /&gt;Was like trying my best to do incline pull ups when...&lt;br /&gt;This girl stood in front of me, holding a stopwatch and said&lt;br /&gt;:"Mr Teh asked you to pace me for 4 rounds in 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;I was like, shit man, how timely, when my tummy starts cramping herself up.&lt;br /&gt;But I paced her in the end. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And she's very funny lah, she keep saying she cannot already,&lt;br /&gt;then I keep pushing her, EH SHE CAN CONTINUE RUNNING while saying she's going to die.&lt;br /&gt;She should've ran the 4 rounds without stopping to WALK and complain.&lt;br /&gt;Then we would have made the 10 minute target.&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes and 17 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;She got scolded in the end, by Mr Teh from the first floor up the second floor.((:&lt;br /&gt;We started laughing like some dorks cause his facial expressions are damm funny when he heard our timing(:&lt;br /&gt;Until now I still don't know her name. Oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with a bunch of people.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do maths now, tired.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-2378710567869363685?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2378710567869363685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/2378710567869363685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-goodevening-people-shit-im-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TE7k6ooTXjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aSbbN9qx81g/s72-c/Stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6335542309280482826</id><published>2010-07-26T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:09:32.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired I just wanna shut my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TE15c05kmfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KpdrmJeCy44/s1600/pegs_by_rainbow_art.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TE15c05kmfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KpdrmJeCy44/s400/pegs_by_rainbow_art.png" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sleep till tomorrow.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hey people, I'M FEELING SO TIRED NOW! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the worse thing is I don't know why. :(&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because of the extra full dinner &amp;amp; I realized I haven bath yet :x&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nonetheless you people still have blog entry to read lah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore my white shoes after gazillion years to school.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was raining like cats and dogs as usual this morning.&lt;br /&gt;First period was PE, and the basement toilet was like FLOODED.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause apparently the water cooler burst and and, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(okay hold on I need to do shopping cause meiying told me some news.)&lt;br /&gt;After much contemplation, I decided on the GOLDEN EIFFEL TOWER stud earring!(:&lt;br /&gt;Okay back on track!&lt;br /&gt;Ran like 2 round around the college for warm up,&lt;br /&gt;did conditioning, was quite slack lah the conditioning today,&lt;br /&gt;200 skips, 30 crunches, 30 counts of jumping jacks and 30 push ups.((:&lt;br /&gt;Then did like 2 and 3/4 rounds circuit run, ALL OF US NEARLY DIED.&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing for me is that I'm not even in track shoes -.-&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I still enjoy PE the most ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went economics lecture after break.&lt;br /&gt;Was okay okay for the like first 35 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;then I started to dozed off really badly.&lt;br /&gt;Till the extend that when I finally snapped awake,&lt;br /&gt;I found out that...MY PEN CAP WAS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;I was like writing the notes, then suddenly:" Eh, my pen look a bit short ah..."&lt;br /&gt;"EH WHERE'S THE PEN CAP?!" *turns left and right*&lt;br /&gt;Turns to the left sheepishly and told yihan :"Yihan ah, I think I lost my pen cap while dozing off."&lt;br /&gt;Me and yihan: *starts giggling like some crazy retards*&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I found my pen cap.&lt;br /&gt;It was diagonally right behind me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL DID IT GET THERE LAH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was followed by many tutorials and a lecture(:&lt;br /&gt;-comes back from bath-&lt;br /&gt;School ended at like 6pm due to maths peer tutoring.((:&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of laugh, MR LEE IS SERIOUSLY DARN FUNNY. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Trained and bused home exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've to get started on my work already. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6335542309280482826?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6335542309280482826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6335542309280482826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-tired-i-just-wanna-shut-my-eyes.html' title='So tired I just wanna shut my eyes.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TE15c05kmfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KpdrmJeCy44/s72-c/pegs_by_rainbow_art.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8884145011005691333</id><published>2010-07-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:46:53.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout it from the roof tops,</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEv_56aHeSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FLdFGEC4wiA/s1600/clips_by_blueflame9832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEv_56aHeSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FLdFGEC4wiA/s400/clips_by_blueflame9832.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write it on the sky line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people! (:&lt;br /&gt;My day has been really kinda awesome so far!&lt;br /&gt;But then horh, later will have to start doing work. DAMM SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning and head down to xiyao.&lt;br /&gt;Discussed about the floods in Singapore recently.&lt;br /&gt;I went like "WOW" when laoshi brought up some explanations that I've never thought of.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went on to some stuffs about "Men are pigs." &amp;amp; some addiction issues.&lt;br /&gt;The discussion didn't end, so next week there's PART 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to tuition centre and started teaching the moment I set foot into the centre.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ang said I'm very fierce.&lt;br /&gt;GOT MEH?! I think I'm NICE LEH!(:&lt;br /&gt;Ended at around 2:30pm and rushed down to guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, I officially changed my time to like 12:30pm so that I've time to rush down from xiyao.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was half an hour late for guitar cause guitar starts at 2:30pm and I only left the centre at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the last lesson already, so I guess it's okay((:&lt;br /&gt;Learn a few scales and the lesson was like over.&lt;br /&gt;Bought my guitar tuner, LIKE FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;The previous one mysteriously disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;YES, till now I still can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I bought back the same model of tuner((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained down to Bukit Panjang Plaza to buy my tumbler T.T&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find a decent one in fairprice but they don't sell. *scowls*&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Daiso to find it instead,&lt;br /&gt;didn't find one like Olivia's, but I did get myself a 1.2L bottle. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna save me some trips to the water cooler during trainings.&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask Oli where she got her tumbler from during the next training!(:&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new face towel, it's PRETTY YELLOW in color! V^.^V&lt;br /&gt;Omg, finally can stop using the stupid AJC towel. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tempted to buy the LIME GREEN towel, but I controlled myself. *grimace*&lt;br /&gt;Bought a 15KG hand grip too, cause 5KG and 10KG were too "light"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; If anyone knows where to buy a hand grip of 15KG &amp;gt; , please leave a tag! Thanks!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked pass SUSHI, took a look and decided to ignore it. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I DO THAT?! WHAT?! *slaps myself* HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta rush off to do my EOM now. *scowls*&lt;br /&gt;Yeuyann is going crazy over it too. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll have an awesome night doing maths later -.-&lt;br /&gt;TATA READERS! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8884145011005691333?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8884145011005691333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8884145011005691333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/shout-it-from-roof-tops.html' title='Shout it from the roof tops,'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEv_56aHeSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FLdFGEC4wiA/s72-c/clips_by_blueflame9832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-5381352478237200083</id><published>2010-07-24T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:49:06.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a feelling no words can describe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TErbzu5PmzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Kjdbz_VFqhw/s1600/Wait_for_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TErbzu5PmzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Kjdbz_VFqhw/s400/Wait_for_you.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I have no idea how to start this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially since I "abandoned" you without a word for like 2 consecutive days. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words are so tangled up that I do not know where to start.(familiar?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been one month, I believe, since you and your innovativeness got me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still smile to myself at your retardedness that night.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to your courage, we're where we are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, you've been really awesome in your own ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do admit, there are days when I just feel like ignoring you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but you know, when you come to me, I'll break whatever promises I have to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that includes "Damm it, I'm gonna ignore him for the rest of my life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And "If he doesn't talk to me I'll just go to sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we both have our difficulties now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and your beliefs, me and my past-present-screwed-up-mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll find the light soon enough, one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's meant to be will be.(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We chose this route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both know it's gonna be difficult, it's gonna be tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Distance is not a problem. This is utter bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me the number of times you wished I was by your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If your answer is zero it's okay, but for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't count.((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet the only reason we continue to sink deeper is the way we feel for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'll never wake up to your text saying "Good Morning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'll never pull out my phone and see you calling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'll never be able to send you a text at random times asking where you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'll never be able to go up to you and start crying all my frustrations out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably in near future, maybe even longer, or hopefully-not never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you're always being so sweet at the right times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you try to digress, act stupid and not answer my questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you try to make me laugh and always succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you tell me things and how awesome or shitty your day was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you always drag pass my "curfew".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you try to get me to go to bed and abandon my tutorials.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-5381352478237200083?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5381352478237200083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/5381352478237200083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-feelling-no-words-can-describe.html' title='It&apos;s a feelling no words can describe.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TErbzu5PmzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Kjdbz_VFqhw/s72-c/Wait_for_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-7601611432819099898</id><published>2010-07-23T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:38:50.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's your favourite season?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEl25hiVwYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/83kdVQSrFCE/s1600/Autumm_in_the_air_by_guille1701.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEl25hiVwYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/83kdVQSrFCE/s400/Autumm_in_the_air_by_guille1701.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spring, summer, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hey people!(:&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that there's a "caption" button for blogger -.-&lt;br /&gt;Kinda slow huh?((:&lt;br /&gt;I'm all sticky, sweaty and smelly now. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffer under my stench!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was late for school, again!&lt;br /&gt;But total only 3 times for this whole year, so still not too bad! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went for 1 and a half hours of GP.&lt;br /&gt;Was keeping myself awake till...the last 20 minutes of the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;then I was like semi-awake only.&lt;br /&gt;but jitto was kinda kind today, she only tap my shoulder and asked me to write notes.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, sorry 34/10 for being so moody the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;It's the lack of sleep, REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was also a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Yihan borrowed me her jacket cause I was FREAKING cold,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm surprised she not. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Got so FREAKING comfortable that I fell asleep.(:&lt;br /&gt;But I did revise everything in the reading room after school so still not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;but yihan very poor thing lah,&lt;br /&gt;there are like 2 nodding pandas on her left and right,&lt;br /&gt;me and xuanzhen.((:&lt;br /&gt;Must have been hard for her, but, LIVE WITH IT. ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project work is as usual, the most NOT sleep inducing one.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with yeuyann &amp;amp; siyu &amp;amp; ashley.&lt;br /&gt;Dragged myself to the reading room with them and revised geography((:&lt;br /&gt;(while facebooking. LALALA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected the Tennis Store keys @ around 2pm and started to rally with serene((:&lt;br /&gt;Ellai &amp;amp; Yinmin came soon after.((:&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it feels so nice to be on court with the seniors again.((:&lt;br /&gt;OH YARH, YinMin kept telling me SOMETHING that makes me scream at her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I feel so violated &amp;amp; raped lahhhhh!! Wth?!&lt;br /&gt;Fooled around with Liang Ee &amp;amp; Alfred during umpiring. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, to think I was scared of the seniors at first.&lt;br /&gt;Now it just feels weird without them((:&lt;br /&gt;After the matches, the guys had some torture before starting training.&lt;br /&gt;and I trained home with Jenn &amp;amp; Yeuyann((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go off to like do my stuff now(:&lt;br /&gt;Stay awesome everyone!V^.^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-7601611432819099898?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7601611432819099898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/7601611432819099898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-whats-your-favourite-season.html' title='So what&apos;s your favourite season?'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEl25hiVwYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/83kdVQSrFCE/s72-c/Autumm_in_the_air_by_guille1701.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-6330894319383876698</id><published>2010-07-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:47:08.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEhGIJ3XIVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dbWVvjVZnvM/s1600/Tennis_by_jorgenHarre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEhGIJ3XIVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dbWVvjVZnvM/s400/Tennis_by_jorgenHarre.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Contact the ball at the highest point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people! ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;I just reach home luh. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Have been coming home at this unholy hour for VERY LONG lerh leh.&lt;br /&gt;And its gonna continue, like until a few weeks before promotion exams.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do a quick one so that I can go and change my printer ink and print my geog notes, annotate my geog notes, do GP research, look for EOM resources, convince myself not to write my Chinese essay, and do maths. Darn it, maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP is always the killer.&lt;br /&gt;I keep having this feeling that I've plenty of things to do for GP. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was kinda short today((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP lesson wasn't too bad today,&lt;br /&gt;She was like in a good mood or something so no one got really told off.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. And today's lesson is quite productive. HEEHEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics lecture and tutorials were fruitful too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cause I didn't sleep.((:&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the tehbing from this morning lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mass civics and followed by student leaders investiture.&lt;br /&gt;it went on for 2 bloody hours and I'm kind of surprised I didn't doze off or something!&lt;br /&gt;But hakeem was damm funny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He keeps nodding off and nodding off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head turing in 360 degrees and an elongated face((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was up next! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;My arm is like aching so much today so I couldn't really hit well.&lt;br /&gt;Rallied, serves, and finally, PHYSICAL TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I swear I nearly died during physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's is inter-house and I'm playing with a senior.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, WITH a senior.&lt;br /&gt;YES LAH, doubles. -.-&lt;br /&gt;She was my very first doubles partner for my very first match.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have been traumatized by her ever since then.&lt;br /&gt;And since my senior captain ain't gonna be there tomorrow... *squirms*&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, things will be GOOD tomorrow. ^.^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And please don't ask who we're against.&lt;br /&gt;But who knows, maybe there will be miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me to hit with my whole body tomorrow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I shall stop my whines for today! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if the post is a little...incomprehendable.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-6330894319383876698?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6330894319383876698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/6330894319383876698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEhGIJ3XIVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dbWVvjVZnvM/s72-c/Tennis_by_jorgenHarre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8621954508412429096</id><published>2010-07-21T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:50:16.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEb0xs3cQGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFKNdsbsSbE/s1600/Exhausted_by_monislawa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEb0xs3cQGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFKNdsbsSbE/s400/Exhausted_by_monislawa.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just reach home &amp;amp; I'm like exhausted TTM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless,a quick update before I go off and bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then start doing everything I have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I won't even have to sleep tonight. How awesome huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shan't blog about school cause school is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except TENNIS! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for training after lessons @ 2.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; there's seriously something wrong with our tennis guys luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They take a longer time to prepare than the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, what has this world become?! o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was split into 2 groups to train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got dragged with yeuyann to train with the guys -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did mini-tennis, and then all the way to the baseline, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while the rest of the girls did the smashing with coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was targeting 20 mini rallies, but in the end only manage to hit 15. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's okay yeuyann, we can do it! We did it before right?! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that training was switched over, so we had to do smashing with coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, something super EPIC happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boon Tat smashed his OWN balls while trying to smash -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAH, he was like crouching at one corner and for one round he couldn't stand up at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, he limped his way through the rest of the training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should see the way he walks and run, damm epic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone was laughing at him while he winced in pain.((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wtf?! Who the hell would smash his own balls?! Except Boon Tat!((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At around 4.45pm combined training ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Ryan, Loon Rong &amp;amp; Daryl stayed back for the girls training cause they came late -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neh mind, at least we have even numbers((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got split into two groups again, with me and yeuyann with the guys -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did the 10-ball drill while the rest served and received on the other court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My volleys were like SHIT today luh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then coach was threatening me. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He went like:" Hey fluffy! Com'on!" *scowls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what I'm gonna get KILLED by Serene for interhouse if I don't find my volleys back -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; hey, IT WORKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a break and Tiffany told me SHE CAN'T BE THERE FOR INTERHOUSE ON FRIDAY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's ABANDONING ME, there, ALONE, on court?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, I don't believe it &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should I do if Serene goes crazy and stuff? :'( Whack her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neh mind, *sob sob*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will survive. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did serve and receive &amp;amp; cross courts after the break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S DAMM TIRING LAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just super tiring training with the guys. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played till around 7.30pm like that and then we packed up and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yarh, I'm soooo gonna SUN MY PILLOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My neck was hurting throughout the WHOLE training luh. *scowls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coach says it's because I don't sun my pillow that's why I get stiff necks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHERE'S THE LINK?! o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm gonna go off like now((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infinite number of things to do. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;s&gt; I miss someone. *pout + smile*&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, retarded.((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8621954508412429096?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8621954508412429096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8621954508412429096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-people-just-reach-home-im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEb0xs3cQGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFKNdsbsSbE/s72-c/Exhausted_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-3482799209168753219</id><published>2010-07-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:57:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is not an excuse to give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEXDIZQpmHI/AAAAAAAAAME/e9-TWbFVJTo/s1600/Love__by_Reaubain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEXDIZQpmHI/AAAAAAAAAME/e9-TWbFVJTo/s320/Love__by_Reaubain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's a reason to fight harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey readers! So sorry for being MIA-ed for so long!&lt;br /&gt;My modem went crazy and decided to RIP.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;And I'll post before 00:00 because I promised someone I'll post TODAY.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was amazing today.&lt;br /&gt;I've sort of struck coffee out of my list of food forever, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; half of the time I didn't know what was going on in school.&lt;br /&gt;But things will get better(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Jurong Point to meet mummy after school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after PE to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;My socks were like SOAKED and I'm sure my feet stunk.&lt;br /&gt;Went to get the modem first((:&lt;br /&gt;Mum wanted to wait till the roadshow before buying a new modem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I just stare and her and said, NO.&lt;br /&gt;No choice, she had to sign the contract, while pouting.&lt;br /&gt;YES, POUTING.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?! Who's the mum here exactly?!&lt;br /&gt;What to do? I'm dying just using my phone everyday! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying the modem, *happy happy*&lt;br /&gt;Decided to have tempanyaki cause both of us didn't know what to have for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to buy my NEW COMB, and another notebook(:&lt;br /&gt;Broke my personal record, 5 notebooks in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, they each have a duty to fulfil okayyyy? ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy a new pair of tennis shoes cause obviously my current one is FAILING me, &lt;br /&gt;and my feet.&lt;br /&gt;But I backed out cause I think the salesgirl/guy would faint when I try on the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeheee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum fetch me home &amp;amp; I went home to wash my feet like siao.&lt;br /&gt;With DETTOL. Many many dettol. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need a new pair of tennis shoes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; heels. Gosh, heels.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-3482799209168753219?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3482799209168753219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/3482799209168753219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/pain-is-not-excuse-to-give-up.html' title='Pain is not an excuse to give up.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TEXDIZQpmHI/AAAAAAAAAME/e9-TWbFVJTo/s72-c/Love__by_Reaubain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843215755166122035.post-8982838220123561468</id><published>2010-07-11T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:51:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TDijasfKNCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FS7JlyQ_kEg/s1600/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TDijasfKNCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FS7JlyQ_kEg/s400/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I suppose to blog about today? Wait, it's yesterday already.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do a really quick and short one before I go sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't believe I'm actually so tired. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to school early in the morning because tiff ask me to reach at like 07:15. *scowls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End up me and her sit outside the school gate with a bunch of people because the gates only open at 8am on saturdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the inter-house games(tennis) for the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went down because umm, I'm suppose to see roughly how its being plan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cause apparently me and Radhe have to organize this next years. *nuts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did linesman for the first match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like half asleep for the whole thing, and I think I yawned when the player ask for the ball -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I think serene and Alfred laughed at me -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the next 2 matches, I think I was outside of court, asleep on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serene wanted me to umpire for the last match and I was like "..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She won't want me to umpire in THAT state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I was so tired because I didn't drink enough water. SHOULD BE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Cheetah won, followed by Puma and then Jaguar(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good job guys(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed back after the inter-house to watch seniors play and chat with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was telling Jenn and Serene how NICE I am when serene suddenly said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:"Seeing you as the umpire for this year 'A' divisions, I don't think you're nice at all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: *scowls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because I was fierce to a opponent teacher when he questioned my umpiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*looks left and right* I'M INNOCENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was already damm pissed with the players then he still come kajiao me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to defend myself here, hello?~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today, everyone present knows that serene...has something for muscular legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*gags* And her targets are all... *no comments*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiffany was saying that Serene will stroke her boyfriend's leg in future while on a date -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ewww?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, you know the flying stinging things around the tennis court?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, behold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got stung today -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of my nose bridge and eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurt like mad, turned red, swelled up, became numb &amp;amp; now I'm alright.((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear that THING flew straight into my face -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I didn't block it's flying path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm gonna attempt to kill its whole clan. MUAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm now gonna end the post with an abrupt ending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all for today readers!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I realize everytime I say I would do a short one, it turns out to be lengthy. IT'S A CURSE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oh, to someone, you know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;if you read this post, please sleep early tonight cause I'll probably be asleep already!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Goodnight to you(:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843215755166122035-8982838220123561468?l=now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8982838220123561468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843215755166122035/posts/default/8982838220123561468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-skipthebeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in peace.'/><author><name>Yiyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660529539358990223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/THKPkxdTQEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EOCnnuHSeNQ/S220/Hang_on_____by_addy_ack.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0NfQ0nWQk8/TDijasfKNCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FS7JlyQ_kEg/s72-c/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
