<?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-7155068839238991644</id><updated>2011-12-06T18:59:18.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Blog,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>364</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1489830458996596234</id><published>2010-01-24T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:33:30.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic, epic, epic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted with Clinton last night over the phone. Glad to know you're doing well! All the best. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKT22eobI/AAAAAAAAC2M/k1qx7uzzsw0/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430296955703959986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKT22eobI/AAAAAAAAC2M/k1qx7uzzsw0/s320/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKUC8Q20I/AAAAAAAAC2U/_-dyRmOM4Ck/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430296958949448514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKUC8Q20I/AAAAAAAAC2U/_-dyRmOM4Ck/s320/DSC00028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Today was.....AWESOME FUN! Hehehe. Headed out to Amk with Mum, shopped around then went Mac. Epee, Mac coke. :&gt; Shopped, then went to Toapayoh. Rayven practically stalked me there HAHAHA. I think he not only mad, but totally funny also! LOL. Shopped with Mum again, then found nothing so decided to go to Bishan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKVPFXHzI/AAAAAAAAC2c/5W98NjiH2No/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430296979388702514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKVPFXHzI/AAAAAAAAC2c/5W98NjiH2No/s320/DSC00025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xLNaM847I/AAAAAAAAC20/OutqCsl8yVc/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430297944446002098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xLNaM847I/AAAAAAAAC20/OutqCsl8yVc/s320/DSC00024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKV7Fqt2I/AAAAAAAAC2s/p0IDG_sZND0/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430296991201146722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKV7Fqt2I/AAAAAAAAC2s/p0IDG_sZND0/s320/DSC00030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKVU1RK6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/-LjJyX5-s1E/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430296980931816354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKVU1RK6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/-LjJyX5-s1E/s320/DSC00031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the stupid and hilarious part. Damn epic I swear. First time meeting Rayven, and it was in Toapayoh Mrt station. HAHAHA. He said it was so unromantic. Fking funny. LOL! And, sadly we managed only a smile and a wave of hand, but it's goodbye wave. SUPER EPIC. HAHAHAHA. Laughed like crazy afterthat. I think we cute only. :&gt; Nevermind la, meet you next time ok. HAHA. So pathetic, you wasted your Ezlink money. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xLN7d9y5I/AAAAAAAAC28/esKIjbJEEP4/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430297953375734674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xLN7d9y5I/AAAAAAAAC28/esKIjbJEEP4/s320/DSC00029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xLOCMvkYI/AAAAAAAAC3E/1U6D-BfJ1YA/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430297955182547330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xLOCMvkYI/AAAAAAAAC3E/1U6D-BfJ1YA/s320/DSC01362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anw, went to Grandma's afterthat. And my phone died on me. Argh, regretted not charging it, really. :( Welllllll, I'm gonna talk to that epic guy now. And laugh till tummy pain. Epic day! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1489830458996596234?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1489830458996596234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1489830458996596234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1489830458996596234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1489830458996596234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/epic-epic-epic.html' title='Epic, epic, epic.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1xKT22eobI/AAAAAAAAC2M/k1qx7uzzsw0/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4713031606284987788</id><published>2010-01-23T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:47:14.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mainly did homework and used com today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner at 283 just now with family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Million thanks to Minyuan for helping me with the photo stuffs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idw to friend Rayven already, cause he kept bullying me. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I'm laughing like a madwoman now cause of all his craps. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't see my toes!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gave up on homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't know wamrfawan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End of story, bye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4713031606284987788?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4713031606284987788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4713031606284987788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4713031606284987788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4713031606284987788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/up-and-down.html' title='Up and down.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2300424649759574231</id><published>2010-01-23T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:03:16.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold your breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1pm5YAz7XI/AAAAAAAAC2E/-QtXaOupC_s/s1600-h/SNC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429765436632984946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1pm5YAz7XI/AAAAAAAAC2E/-QtXaOupC_s/s320/SNC00110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked over to Gombak Mac afterschool with Jiexiang yesterday, had Mac coke! :&gt; Talked alot with him, laughs. Headed home then. Sis showed me a video which someone in her facebook uploaded. I swear that it. was. fucking. fucking. exceedingly. &lt;strong&gt;disgusting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohgod, that &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt; used her &lt;strong&gt;heels to step on this poor little kitten&lt;/strong&gt;. Step its legs, step its face, used the heel part to step &lt;strong&gt;inside its mouth&lt;/strong&gt; when its whining, step its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EYES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and fuck. It was goddamn cruel seriously, how can anyone do that to a kitten? Fuck. She's too much lor. What more, she stepped the kitten&lt;strong&gt; till stuffs ooze out from it&lt;/strong&gt;. And I couldn't watch it any further. God, it's a sin man. I curse her kena tortured in a painful and suffering method till she die. Bitchbitchbitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2300424649759574231?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2300424649759574231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2300424649759574231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2300424649759574231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2300424649759574231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/hold-your-breath.html' title='Hold your breath.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1pm5YAz7XI/AAAAAAAAC2E/-QtXaOupC_s/s72-c/SNC00110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-280510744980283877</id><published>2010-01-21T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:41:47.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tough to hold everything in and not let them out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg137uWGI/AAAAAAAAC1s/fnYkbTWm2SM/s1600-h/SNC00120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429125460714739810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg137uWGI/AAAAAAAAC1s/fnYkbTWm2SM/s320/SNC00120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg2DQK-WI/AAAAAAAAC10/Bv8Mbdj1-O0/s1600-h/SNC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429125463753292130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg2DQK-WI/AAAAAAAAC10/Bv8Mbdj1-O0/s320/SNC00122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography yesterday was fun with Jasmine and Gimbong. Slacked throughout, walked around school, took photos and mostly joked and laughed around. After Photography especially, laughed so much that I almost couldn't breathe. Fun and enjoyable moments with the both of them. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg2bv7VDI/AAAAAAAAC18/7ynpksvdAlA/s1600-h/SNC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429125470328935474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg2bv7VDI/AAAAAAAAC18/7ynpksvdAlA/s320/SNC00121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg1Y6nluI/AAAAAAAAC1k/IK77p9vJjkY/s1600-h/Jasmine,+Ying_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429125452388603618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg1Y6nluI/AAAAAAAAC1k/IK77p9vJjkY/s320/Jasmine,+Ying_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. School sucks to the core today. Suddenly I detest school a whole lot, and school is related to teachers, and teachers is related to studies, and studies = school. So all in all, I hate everything regarding school. Yes, no mood for anything regarding school. I dread school. Yay, fail all my tests please. Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiexiang sent me home afterschool, and I got into a daze for like, what, more than 15mins? Yeah. Tv and came online then, have yet to start on homework. Don't even feel like doing them. Same routine everyday, aren't you bored? Oh well..&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/7155068839238991644-280510744980283877?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/280510744980283877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=280510744980283877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/280510744980283877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/280510744980283877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-tough-to-hold-everything-in-and-not.html' title='It&apos;s tough to hold everything in and not let them out.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1gg137uWGI/AAAAAAAAC1s/fnYkbTWm2SM/s72-c/SNC00120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5628724896619860883</id><published>2010-01-19T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:33:43.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Door of doom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1V8WgUVR3I/AAAAAAAAC1U/OegbxdNx9Gw/s1600-h/SNC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428381651939182450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1V8WgUVR3I/AAAAAAAAC1U/OegbxdNx9Gw/s320/SNC00113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1V8W8SoKMI/AAAAAAAAC1c/yGrz2sgOrc0/s1600-h/SNC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428381659448223938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1V8W8SoKMI/AAAAAAAAC1c/yGrz2sgOrc0/s320/SNC00115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Jiexiang this morning, walked to school together, and spent a short period of time with him afterschool, then Courtney came up to my house. She's doing her work, and is talking to herself now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Biology and Maths are killing me... More and more things to understand/memorise. And yeah, people who know me well will know that my memory was all along bad. Lol. Well, had been struggling with work nowadays. Anw I'm like very sad for Mr.Ng, cause whenever he tries to teach, the class will be so noisy. Idk why, but I felt so sad for him. And yes, I can't concentrate with the class so noisy. :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well... Tests are coming up, and I guess I'll fail most of them. If not, then perhaps just a border line pass. Sigh, I'm stress plus more stress. Anyone help?.. :&lt;&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/7155068839238991644-5628724896619860883?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5628724896619860883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5628724896619860883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5628724896619860883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5628724896619860883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/door-of-doom.html' title='Door of doom.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1V8WgUVR3I/AAAAAAAAC1U/OegbxdNx9Gw/s72-c/SNC00113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-3559492975301645948</id><published>2010-01-18T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:40:38.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am me, and nobody can change that fact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1QefLV2CJI/AAAAAAAAC1M/OW7WCuRw7i4/s1600-h/SNC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427996971857479826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1QefLV2CJI/AAAAAAAAC1M/OW7WCuRw7i4/s320/SNC00038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was practically half-blind in school today as I forgot to bring my spectacle along. Heh, careless me. Spent 4 periods of Math lessons sitting infront with Minyuan, chatted and all. Went straight home afterschool, and am eating my tomyam maggie now. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, Mac coke is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Mac coke and other bottled and canned coke is the same la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No! Mac coke is nicer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; It's the same lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Nooooo! Mac coke is nicer lor ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; You siao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, agree agree? Mac coke is definitely nicer cause..... :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-3559492975301645948?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/3559492975301645948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=3559492975301645948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3559492975301645948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3559492975301645948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-me-and-nobody-can-change-that-fact.html' title='I am me, and nobody can change that fact.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S1QefLV2CJI/AAAAAAAAC1M/OW7WCuRw7i4/s72-c/SNC00038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2722179204094471363</id><published>2010-01-17T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:44:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sprained my shoulder yesterday, :&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headed out to People's Park this afternoon with Mum, Dad and Sis, had &lt;em&gt;bak kut teh&lt;/em&gt;. :&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopped around Chinatown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home at late afternoon, then out again to Bukit Panjang Plaza with Mum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had dinner, Ntuc, then home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum says if my shoulder still ache by tomorrow, she'll bring me to the....(?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you address the person who treats sprained body parts? :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah well, am gonna sleep soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2722179204094471363?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2722179204094471363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2722179204094471363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2722179204094471363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2722179204094471363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so.html' title='And so.....?'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4242279716966036120</id><published>2010-01-16T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:11:49.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A-math is killing me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heading out later on for dinner then to Jurongpoint.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am having a headache. :&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Two-faced fuck.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4242279716966036120?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4242279716966036120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4242279716966036120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4242279716966036120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4242279716966036120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-around.html' title='Turn around.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7012183992090366357</id><published>2010-01-15T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:27:43.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that it?</title><content type='html'>Nothing nice to say about school. Well, spent my afterschool time with Jiexiang and Jasmine. Heh, love them both so much. :&gt; Went home early, tried doing A-math homework but... I didn't manage to solve them so I gave up, and went to whip up a cute lil meal for both Jasmine and myself. Hehe. Came online after she went off. Oh well, time to wake my brother up. :&gt; Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're one in a zillion, you're all that I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7012183992090366357?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7012183992090366357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7012183992090366357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7012183992090366357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7012183992090366357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-that-it.html' title='Is that it?'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1841581823747089307</id><published>2010-01-14T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:30:45.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th Month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S08cAHapRZI/AAAAAAAAC08/BYTU1O9twKQ/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426586864321119634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S08cAHapRZI/AAAAAAAAC08/BYTU1O9twKQ/s320/DSC00267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my dearest boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for who you are, the way you love and care, your big wide grin which makes me smile, your sweet/nice/bad/caring/loving side, your strengths and flaws, the way you spend hours on revision, your hugs, your kisses, the way you fiddle with my earrings, the way you play with my hair, the way you tickle me to make me give in and hand over my bag for you to carry, the way you tease me, the way you look me in the eyes, your sweet smile which never fails to melt my heart, the way you always try all means to cheer me up, the way you always nag at me to eat, the way you cuddle me in when I cry, the way you keep apologising whenever I get angry/upset with you, the way you hold my hand, and every single thing about you. I love you, Goh Jie Xiang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1841581823747089307?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1841581823747089307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1841581823747089307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1841581823747089307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1841581823747089307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-13th-month.html' title='Happy 13th Month.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S08cAHapRZI/AAAAAAAAC08/BYTU1O9twKQ/s72-c/DSC00267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7239633928586032731</id><published>2010-01-14T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:31:57.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S08cuyUfAkI/AAAAAAAAC1E/vAMqthyR2qI/s1600-h/SNC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426587666111988290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S08cuyUfAkI/AAAAAAAAC1E/vAMqthyR2qI/s320/SNC00028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems that school today wasn't too bad afterall.. Spent my recess with Jiexiang and Jasmine, and slacked with Jiexiang afterschool. Thankyou love. :) Well...It definitely feels better after crying my heart out in the toilet just now. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tell me who are the &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; friends, and who are not.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7239633928586032731?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7239633928586032731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7239633928586032731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7239633928586032731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7239633928586032731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/please.html' title='Please.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S08cuyUfAkI/AAAAAAAAC1E/vAMqthyR2qI/s72-c/SNC00028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5707846377682155144</id><published>2010-01-13T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:33:37.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Rayven! :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy noob! Look here, yes here. Right here! LOL. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Another year older already. Seriously you should be like, more mature or something. Cause from what I can conclude...you're really immature. A stupid chidish noob! HAHA. K la, I shall not be so mean. I drew you your bird alr k! Stop saying it looks like a crow. LOL. Bastard one you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old already leh, noob ahpek. Study hard hard k. Stop being mean and say your classmates are freaks AHAHAHA. Go get your better future, I believe you can do it :&gt; And here is your birthday post. Stop irritating me already. LOOOOL, kidding! :D Also, thanks for being there always, no matter what. Heh. All the best in everything. Once again, Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5707846377682155144?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5707846377682155144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5707846377682155144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5707846377682155144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5707846377682155144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-17th.html' title='Happy 17th.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1145971840283915440</id><published>2010-01-13T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:24:17.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tmr.</title><content type='html'>School was as per normal today. What could be worse than requiring us girls to pin up totally everything? K, maybe there is. Aw man, that sucks. I'll bet with a thousand bucks not all of the students will do so. Anyway, what's wrong with having 'feelers' or fringe down as long as we're comfortable with it? Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, PE today was nothing more or less than chatting with Minyuan. And laughed so hard with Courtney right after recess because of.... "*Points* Ararara". Ha! Accompanied Jiexiang afterschool to wait for the bookshop thing, then had Photography afterthat. Took group photos for today, very fun. :&gt; Were released early, thus headed home with Jasmine. That's all, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1145971840283915440?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1145971840283915440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1145971840283915440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1145971840283915440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1145971840283915440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/tmr.html' title='Tmr.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2219326526349186139</id><published>2010-01-12T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:49:33.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>Met Jiexiang in the morning, then went to school. It's amazing how I managed to survive through 9 hours of school today in class. Well, am glad that there's no Biology and Mothertongue lessons anyway. :&gt; There's PE tomorrow, hopefully I won't fall again. Heh. And...there's the phototaking tomorrow. I dread of that, and I've no idea why. I guess it's because I'm certain the photos will turn out to be shit. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd finally completed my homework, although with quite a number questions left blank. :&gt; I'm tired, and I shall head to bed as soon as I pack my bag. I'm a good girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2219326526349186139?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2219326526349186139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2219326526349186139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2219326526349186139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2219326526349186139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-believe.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-118079792488275145</id><published>2010-01-11T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:46:51.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0sBVDgRwZI/AAAAAAAAC0s/_J6Bwq5ZVUo/s1600-h/SNC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425431637327462802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0sBVDgRwZI/AAAAAAAAC0s/_J6Bwq5ZVUo/s320/SNC00060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0sBVTWulnI/AAAAAAAAC00/sVj_YT-mlZ4/s1600-h/SNC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425431641582376562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0sBVTWulnI/AAAAAAAAC00/sVj_YT-mlZ4/s320/SNC00061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jiexiang, Rayven and Weechong for helping me with A-math yesterday! ;) School was as usual today, and the best thing I've heard was "we can skip bio tomorrow". There's this course tomorrow from 8 till 5, like ohmygod. But the best thing is, no lessons will be conducted! Don't have to suffer 2 periods of Biology and another 2 periods of Mothertongue. Epee. Gonna do homework now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Support &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yingli-shop.weebly.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.yingli-shop.weebly.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-118079792488275145?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/118079792488275145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=118079792488275145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/118079792488275145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/118079792488275145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0sBVDgRwZI/AAAAAAAAC0s/_J6Bwq5ZVUo/s72-c/SNC00060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-9221936801360599732</id><published>2010-01-09T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:40:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five.</title><content type='html'>I spent hours trying to figure out how to do those A-math questions and I feel like giving up already. Gets on my nerve, seriously. Don't know where I went wrong... Felt so dumb when I can't solve them, z. My throat feels so dry now. Is it because of the chocolates I ate? Hmm...people say chocolates could brighten up one's mood. But it's a lie. My mood's still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should have known. I should not have trusted. I should have just killed myself and die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-9221936801360599732?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/9221936801360599732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=9221936801360599732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/9221936801360599732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/9221936801360599732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/five.html' title='Five.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1752168583533404037</id><published>2010-01-09T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:03:14.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just when I was about to pour out my troubles to you, you told me something I never thought I would see/hear. Just then, I held back everything I wanted to say. And I had another trouble added inside. I'm upset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1752168583533404037?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1752168583533404037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1752168583533404037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1752168583533404037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1752168583533404037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-alright.html' title='It&apos;s alright.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-552675301577900210</id><published>2010-01-08T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:01:14.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I suck in both A and E-math, ugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jiexiang didn't give me the hug he owed this morning :&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want Jiexiang to give me a hug in mornings where I have Biology lessons. Hee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find physics boring already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slacked at Gombak with Jiexiang afterschool, did homework. :&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home, fell asleep while homeworking. Heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtney came in the evening, we chatted and all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She went off at 8! Hehehe. Many laughters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my mother's very cute. She's crying so hard by watching the show. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just ate kiwi. And I think it's yummy, :&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm obsessed with Jiexiang. (Jiexiang ah :D, I'm so into you~) HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-552675301577900210?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/552675301577900210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=552675301577900210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/552675301577900210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/552675301577900210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/six.html' title='Six.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1924311028029128061</id><published>2010-01-07T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:03:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're bringing me down.</title><content type='html'>Lessons were so far alright today I guess... Knee is healing pretty fast as well.. Sent Sharon to bus stop afterschool, then headed home and started my homework with Courtney when she came up. We got hyper, and yeah. She took a video of me without me noticing, and...I look totally unglam and hedious. Ha. Just one more day of hell tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cause I'm so into you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1924311028029128061?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1924311028029128061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1924311028029128061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1924311028029128061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1924311028029128061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/theyre-bringing-me-down.html' title='They&apos;re bringing me down.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6506505283166536123</id><published>2010-01-06T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:16:46.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0Sa7NXfg0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/_meuXz4HXYs/s1600-h/SNC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423630193252074306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0Sa7NXfg0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/_meuXz4HXYs/s320/SNC00052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PE first period, took height and weight. I lost a Kg, and I grew a pathetic 3cm. Well, still glad about it. Same height with Courtney, like always. Heh. Had to run 2 rounds, where this bastard pushed and I fell, causing my knee and hands to get cuts. Damn pain I swear, z. Thanks Minyuan and Courtney for helping me with the wounds :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were still alright, I guess that's because it's still the first few.. I wonder how stressed I'm gonna get when everything turns 360. Ha, don't think I'm able to cope with it all when the time comes. Just have to get used to it, aye? I still don't like the idea of pushing everything forward. They shouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...aren't teachers supposed to make the lessons more interesting or something so that students are able to learn in a better environment/more interested? Some teachers just don't do that. Which turns me off like totally. I bet many students feel this way too, don't you. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Sharon to the bus stop afterschool, then headed to Westmall with Jiexiang and Songwee afterthat. Hehe, Songwee carried my bag for me all the way there. :&gt; Waited with Jiexiang for Jasmine. Went over to Kfc when she came, then home. This time round Jiexiang carried my bag for me. Heh, I'm a lucky girl. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6506505283166536123?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6506505283166536123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6506505283166536123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6506505283166536123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6506505283166536123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/pe-first-period-took-height-and-weight.html' title='Overwhelming sadness.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0Sa7NXfg0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/_meuXz4HXYs/s72-c/SNC00052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2303086640207781967</id><published>2010-01-05T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:05:36.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;FUCK.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7155068839238991644-2303086640207781967?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2303086640207781967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2303086640207781967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2303086640207781967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2303086640207781967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1275688215374615814</id><published>2010-01-05T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:02:19.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain cells dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today, suck. Biology, suck. Biology teacher, suck. Homework, suck.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Practically everything sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thankyou Courtney for teaching me and going so far to get the stuff for me. Loveyou so much. (K)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1275688215374615814?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1275688215374615814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1275688215374615814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1275688215374615814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1275688215374615814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/brain-cells-dead.html' title='Brain cells dead.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6559506281641636220</id><published>2010-01-04T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:44:49.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is about taking risks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0H-1ZC6jzI/AAAAAAAAC0c/9ja5IPo0BuQ/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422895619540422450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0H-1ZC6jzI/AAAAAAAAC0c/9ja5IPo0BuQ/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couldn't get to sleep last night, the feeling was so terrible. Got up and munched on my chips before going back to sleep again. Finally fell asleep at 3plus.. Very tired lor. I realised whenever it's the first day of school, there will be a downpour in the morning. Ha. Well, first day of school = suck. All the talks again. Recess was....ohmygod. Felt so lost among all the people. But yes, it's way better than being with those Sec 1s last year. :&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Mac afterschool with Courtney and Jasmine, where Jiexiang came to find us lateron. Hehe, he was emo. :&gt; Jeslyn came to meet us afterthat, then Jiexiang sent us all to my house before going off. Jasmine and Jeslyn were watching their show while Courtney and I chatted about lots of stuffs. Hee. Stress is building up. Having headache now so...bye! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6559506281641636220?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6559506281641636220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6559506281641636220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6559506281641636220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6559506281641636220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-about-taking-risks.html' title='Life is about taking risks.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/S0H-1ZC6jzI/AAAAAAAAC0c/9ja5IPo0BuQ/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4921292929747161671</id><published>2010-01-03T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:39:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart beat fast.</title><content type='html'>To Jurong Point with Mum this afternoon, had Kfc for lunch and then we shopped around for hours. Ntuc, then home. Headed out to Grandma's then, home afterthat. There's school tomorrow, damn. The thought of Amath and Biology totally turn me off. Anway, I realise I had Kfc for lunch. Fuk, I'm fat. Real fat. Should start resisting myself from now on. :&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4921292929747161671?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4921292929747161671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4921292929747161671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4921292929747161671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4921292929747161671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-beat-fast.html' title='Heart beat fast.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1392686452595022392</id><published>2010-01-02T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:12:55.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's Jiexiang's birthday! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally get to eat my tomyam maggie last night :&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm addicted to the game Solitare in my phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear I hate mosquitoes, :&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want lots and lots of money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am fat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gonna try all means to slim down when school reopens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That ass ate pizza yesterday. I WANT LOR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out to People's Park later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm dreading school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1392686452595022392?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1392686452595022392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1392686452595022392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1392686452595022392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1392686452595022392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-love.html' title='Happy birthday love.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-8254297715095736811</id><published>2010-01-02T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:03:57.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Jiexiang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you my dearest boy. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-8254297715095736811?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/8254297715095736811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=8254297715095736811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8254297715095736811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8254297715095736811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/16th.html' title='16th.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-373017780953985432</id><published>2010-01-01T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:46:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010 resolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to meditate. (don't laugh. Not funny ok.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-373017780953985432?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/373017780953985432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=373017780953985432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/373017780953985432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/373017780953985432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2010-resolution.html' title='My 2010 resolution.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5698490926942804482</id><published>2010-01-01T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:53:01.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sz39l-sJeZI/AAAAAAAAC0U/xFam9xgRtnI/s1600-h/DSCN0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421768355349100946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sz39l-sJeZI/AAAAAAAAC0U/xFam9xgRtnI/s400/DSCN0533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wokeup, watched Tv, prepared, then took a cab to the SSA with Mum, Sis and Bro. Everyone was praying for a better year ahead. I didn't though, I still don't believe praying to the so call gods, deities, and all. I still think that everything depends on oneself. It's either you workhard to get it, or you don't. Isn't it? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home afterthat, watched Tv. I think I'm too emotional, I practically cried at all sad/touching scenes of the show. Headed out for dinner at S11 with family in the evening then. Had yummy curry fish head. :&gt; Spent more than an hour's time cleaning up my stuffs before I came online. My hands are hurting now. Heh, my dear pimple please go away. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5698490926942804482?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5698490926942804482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5698490926942804482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5698490926942804482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5698490926942804482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sz39l-sJeZI/AAAAAAAAC0U/xFam9xgRtnI/s72-c/DSCN0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2234920109630195887</id><published>2009-12-31T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:16:11.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDYoWzNBI/AAAAAAAACzk/-NFzRV7sO9w/s1600-h/01-09-09_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422879364559890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDYoWzNBI/AAAAAAAACzk/-NFzRV7sO9w/s400/01-09-09_1322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDYYrGuOI/AAAAAAAACzc/w0dyGynH46I/s1600-h/16-11-09_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422875154757858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDYYrGuOI/AAAAAAAACzc/w0dyGynH46I/s400/16-11-09_1659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDZaXVUUI/AAAAAAAACz0/RwKUMm1LBm4/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422892788568386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDZaXVUUI/AAAAAAAACz0/RwKUMm1LBm4/s400/DSC00356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDZhbGzsI/AAAAAAAACz8/FRSrOaqcrVk/s1600-h/DSCN0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422894683442882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDZhbGzsI/AAAAAAAACz8/FRSrOaqcrVk/s400/DSCN0079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDZLMiO1I/AAAAAAAACzs/y8MfWMU0IEU/s1600-h/Photo530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422888716745554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDZLMiO1I/AAAAAAAACzs/y8MfWMU0IEU/s400/Photo530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou my dearest friends for always being there. Jasmine, Jeslyn, Minyuan, Courtney, Sharon. :) I don't have many friends, but I'm glad I've had the 5 of you as what I can call, my friend. Thankyou so much for being there with me throughout this year. It'd been great. How we always slacked together afterschool, and been together every recess. How we've felt down and listened to each other's sorrows. For having fun, bringing in laughters and all. I love all of you, and yeah. May 2010 be a better year for all of us. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzIfkyIzpI/AAAAAAAAC0E/QjCUxt1SzsI/s1600-h/DSC06452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428496222703250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzIfkyIzpI/AAAAAAAAC0E/QjCUxt1SzsI/s400/DSC06452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou my love, for everything. Jiexiang, :) You've been a great boyfriend, even though things hasn't been going great for us, like always. But yeah, I love you still, and. Hope everything will be better for us in year 2010. Don't blame yourself for anything else anymore. I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzIgMO339I/AAAAAAAAC0M/u4TTs28AM9M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428506812211154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzIgMO339I/AAAAAAAAC0M/u4TTs28AM9M/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou noobass. Rayven. No pictures with you, hah. So kope one pic from your fb. I really want to tell you a thankyou for upholding your promise to bring me up when I'm at my bottom, and for being there for me always. For being there when I felt alone, and listening to whatever I've to say. Thankyou for knowing how I feel even when I didn't say anything, and for understanding me. Thankyou for accompanying me throughout everyday and sleep late even if you've to wakeup really early the next. Thankyou for bringing me joy. Even though I knew you for not a long period of time, but still. Thankyou for being sucha great friend. Thanks for staying home today just to accompany me even though your friends called you out to join them. I know you'll be able to have a better future, and find someone who's worth your love. :) Loveyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7155068839238991644-2234920109630195887?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2234920109630195887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2234920109630195887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2234920109630195887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2234920109630195887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html' title='Last day of 2009.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzzDYoWzNBI/AAAAAAAACzk/-NFzRV7sO9w/s72-c/01-09-09_1322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2832924491066861060</id><published>2009-12-31T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:40:51.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try not to worry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mosquitoes are loving me too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suffering from many lovebites from mosquitoes, RED and ITCHY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The blueblack from brother's pinch hasn't healed. :&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been watching Tv for the whole afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my fringe, but I don't know why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel like eating Tomyam maggie now. :&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Few more hours to 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That silly rejected going for countdown and all with his friends and stayed home just to accompany me. LOL :&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm touched. HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noob doesn't know how to cook an egg. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really hungry now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School's starting in a few days' time, no mood no mood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've not done my Math homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not planning to do anymore. Boo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's all. Bai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2832924491066861060?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2832924491066861060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2832924491066861060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2832924491066861060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2832924491066861060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/try-not-to-worry.html' title='Try not to worry.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6223529237057954452</id><published>2009-12-30T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:57:44.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed.</title><content type='html'>Just finished the talk with the SSA people. God, I'm so totally sian now. I don't like being talked into doing things I have no interest in. Besides, I don't think I can manage with school stuffs next year already. Just because only fourteen, doesn't mean I ain't mature enough to think what's right and what's wrong for myself. I've seen people aged older than me with their thinking like a baby. So don't talk to me about being young. Don't fuking judge me. &lt;strong&gt;Before you judge someone, walk a mile in their shoes.&lt;/strong&gt; I've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I just felt like I've lost everything. It's like, I'm just alone. Alone fighting against everything. It's like, no one knows how I'm feeling. No one cares, and even if they do, it's just a show. I don't like the way things are now. Everything's so screwed. Am mentally and physically tired, energy all drained. I feel like giving up everything. I can't carry on like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearest brother and sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you wouldn't be able to read this but yeah. Whatever. I just wanna post it out cause so sad to say that I don't have the courage to tell them to you personally, as I don't wanna end up breaking down cause I cannot take it. I'm not as stupid or should I say immature as you both are when you're at this age. So don't deem that I'm as immature as you are at this age. Seriously, don't fuking assume or deem. Like I've said, my thinking is far more more mature than you can imagine. I'm not trying to say I'm very mature in all aspects. But I know my limits. Unlike the both of you, I don't make a fool of myself. I don't degrade myself to be like those &lt;em&gt;lians and bengs&lt;/em&gt; out there. I'm not that childish. Honestly, I know myself. At least I know, I'm better and more mature than you are when you're at my age. And at least I know, I don't like being that way or mixing around with that kind of people even though I have that kind of friends cause I myself look at them from my perspective. To say the truth, I do look down on them. But even so, I believe they will grow up in years to come and eventually be matured enough to know what they did the past few years was totally childish, just like how the both of you did. I know the both of you care for me, that's why. But yeah, sometimes it's all just too much for me to take. I don't like the feeling of being controlled this much. I've been maintaining my studies well just to prove to you. But sadly, you don't get my effort. Seriously, I need more air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6223529237057954452?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6223529237057954452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6223529237057954452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6223529237057954452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6223529237057954452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressed.html' title='Stressed.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2892237599127066316</id><published>2009-12-30T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:25:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So don't complain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;People do change. That includes me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And each and every one of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2892237599127066316?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2892237599127066316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2892237599127066316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2892237599127066316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2892237599127066316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-dont-complain.html' title='So don&apos;t complain.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4632641727718397992</id><published>2009-12-30T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:58:50.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't take too long to say I love you to the ones you love, cause time has a habit of slipping away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4632641727718397992?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4632641727718397992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4632641727718397992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4632641727718397992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4632641727718397992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-moment.html' title='One more moment.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7860766323141661858</id><published>2009-12-29T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:20:20.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will be left as a question mark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szn-HmCqRUI/AAAAAAAACzU/o_S9hLQ-Q9E/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420643032941348162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szn-HmCqRUI/AAAAAAAACzU/o_S9hLQ-Q9E/s400/DSCN0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fell asleep last night while texting again, heh. Got nothing much today. Oh, people from the SSA are gonna come over tomorrow to talk to me. Argh, I don't want leh. Comfirm make me feel uneasy and all one. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're so silly noob. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7860766323141661858?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7860766323141661858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7860766323141661858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7860766323141661858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7860766323141661858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/fell-asleep-last-night-while-texting.html' title='It will be left as a question mark.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szn-HmCqRUI/AAAAAAAACzU/o_S9hLQ-Q9E/s72-c/DSCN0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1573028314156301204</id><published>2009-12-28T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:15:49.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words we could never find.</title><content type='html'>Used the com once I wokeup today. Msn with that noob, heh. Then...I don't know what else I did other than chatting with him today. So yeah, bye. Oh by the way, I want pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1573028314156301204?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1573028314156301204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1573028314156301204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1573028314156301204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1573028314156301204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-we-could-never-find.html' title='Words we could never find.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6269117702388187106</id><published>2009-12-27T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:34:47.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't compare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdCWji78SI/AAAAAAAACzM/ywe-YYoCDQo/s1600-h/DSCN0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419873631830012194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdCWji78SI/AAAAAAAACzM/ywe-YYoCDQo/s400/DSCN0673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdCWdZw9tI/AAAAAAAACzE/_3byGg1VxW4/s1600-h/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419873630180931282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdCWdZw9tI/AAAAAAAACzE/_3byGg1VxW4/s400/DSCN0672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught Avatar with Brother last night. Fantastic show, really. Wokeup at 8am today to prepare and head to school to get the Edusave Scholarship Award. Was late, but who cares. After the very boring morning, went to the coffeeshop with Mum and Sis for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_3S4kh2I/AAAAAAAACx8/1Gy5dg-1J18/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419870895758149474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_3S4kh2I/AAAAAAAACx8/1Gy5dg-1J18/s400/DSCN0612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdBUtNk20I/AAAAAAAACy8/jeZbqOTiaJE/s1600-h/DSCN0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419872500553407298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdBUtNk20I/AAAAAAAACy8/jeZbqOTiaJE/s400/DSCN0663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to earn lots of money and buy a huge house when I grow up, get married around 25, adopt a child, and tour around all the countries in the world within a year with my husband. My house shall have a movie room, where I'll install a screen as big as the ones you see in the movie theatre. It shall have a large living room as well, where I'll be able to hold grand parties and stuffs. I'll also buy several chio cars for display cause I love cars, but not to drive as I don't want to risk my life out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_3-fjKcI/AAAAAAAACyE/rFZsn6ANUm0/s1600-h/DSCN0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419870907464362434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_3-fjKcI/AAAAAAAACyE/rFZsn6ANUm0/s400/DSCN0628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_4FjpAmI/AAAAAAAACyM/JLtdbYhxiW0/s1600-h/DSCN0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419870909360570978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_4FjpAmI/AAAAAAAACyM/JLtdbYhxiW0/s400/DSCN0629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdBUL5wJlI/AAAAAAAACys/Fot88v6rnSc/s1600-h/DSCN0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419872491611891282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdBUL5wJlI/AAAAAAAACys/Fot88v6rnSc/s400/DSCN0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdBUWEBWFI/AAAAAAAACy0/kfM2vEvTYck/s1600-h/DSCN0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419872494339315794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdBUWEBWFI/AAAAAAAACy0/kfM2vEvTYck/s400/DSCN0646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Botanic Garden in the afternoon with Mum and Dad. Saw many humongous houses along the way. I really want a house like that when I grow up. I want the base area of my house to be very large, and I'll have my personal carpark with a swimming pool about half the size of the school field. Great dream I have there. But don't they always say dreams motivate you even more? Yes, I really wanna accomplish something like that years later. As to whether I'm able to do so...I'll let my future lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_4X4pB0I/AAAAAAAACyU/iGNRAlwvUZM/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419870914280490818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_4X4pB0I/AAAAAAAACyU/iGNRAlwvUZM/s400/DSCN0652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_27joEII/AAAAAAAACx0/rdllwD2154k/s1600-h/DSCN0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419870889496285314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Szc_27joEII/AAAAAAAACx0/rdllwD2154k/s400/DSCN0625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there're indeed many different types of plants at Botanic Garden. Enjoyed myself there, as I'm also someone who likes flowers. However I do not know if it's just me or what, but I felt itchy all over after walking for some time. I saw the bees, and something ridiculous and embarrassing happened. Ha, saw a snake there as well. Wanted to go nearer to take a photo of it, but Dad says that it's an extremely poisonous snake so... Went home after a long 2 hours walk, and I'm feeling dead beat now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Once upon a time. A girl eat the 3 bear the food then the bear angry eat her. The end. Ok, go sleep." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6269117702388187106?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6269117702388187106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6269117702388187106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6269117702388187106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6269117702388187106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-cant-compare.html' title='You can&apos;t compare.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzdCWji78SI/AAAAAAAACzM/ywe-YYoCDQo/s72-c/DSCN0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4252050823711446266</id><published>2009-12-25T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:05:01.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The change is scary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzS4bYWLyKI/AAAAAAAACxs/BjV7MJeCbV4/s1600-h/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419159032165025954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzS4bYWLyKI/AAAAAAAACxs/BjV7MJeCbV4/s400/DSCN0378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not into the Christmas mood, but oh well... Got chocolates from Mum and Brother. Wonder how long it's gonna take for me to finish them. Watched Tv for the whole afternoon, afterwhich I prepared and headed out to Westmall in the evening with Mum. Bought my school shoes, had dinner at Koufu, then home. Came online, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Call Binladin join forces!"&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell is Binladin? Don't call him la, let's call Osama join forces! :&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"DUDE. BINLADIN. IS! OSAMA. HAHAHAHA." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4252050823711446266?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4252050823711446266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4252050823711446266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4252050823711446266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4252050823711446266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/change-is-scary.html' title='The change is scary.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzS4bYWLyKI/AAAAAAAACxs/BjV7MJeCbV4/s72-c/DSCN0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6466937430105485244</id><published>2009-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:01:02.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear Santa, I just wish to be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6466937430105485244?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6466937430105485244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6466937430105485244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6466937430105485244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6466937430105485244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6544340351676346256</id><published>2009-12-24T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:31:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzNtFml_0cI/AAAAAAAACxk/wlQ5tk6bp5s/s1600-h/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418794719683531202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzNtFml_0cI/AAAAAAAACxk/wlQ5tk6bp5s/s400/DSCN0382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fell asleep last night while texting with that noob. So sorry! Haha. Used the com when I wokeup today. Msn with noob. Plans beforehand! Heh, I can't wait for Chinese new year and my birthday to come. :D! I'll bet my birthday next year would be best. Happy happy me! Well, I should make my wish today right? Hmm.. That's all. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssst./ Spiderman and Spongebob. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6544340351676346256?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6544340351676346256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6544340351676346256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6544340351676346256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6544340351676346256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzNtFml_0cI/AAAAAAAACxk/wlQ5tk6bp5s/s72-c/DSCN0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6728857513989058722</id><published>2009-12-23T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:23:06.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gjx's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418730388054543874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMylAmbDgI/AAAAAAAACxc/VyQeK7dyq0I/s400/DSCN0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokeup early today, called Rayven and Jeslyn to wakeup. Then Jeslyn and I went to Mac. to wait for Jiexiang, and we bused to Vivo. Walked around, sat down, walked around, sat down. Heh. Lazy to say the details. Nevertheless, it was fun. Trained down to Jurong Point, settled at Mac. again. Haha. I got the two of them sending me home then. Jeslyn came up for awhile, and after she went off, I immediately fell asleep as I lie on my bed. Wokeup very soon though. Had dinner and came online. Msn with Rayven, and we talked about dreams. Fking funny. Heh, made plans beforehand. K, that's all. Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwSZGYcuI/AAAAAAAACxE/uDmYXYinWGU/s1600-h/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418727869190271714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwSZGYcuI/AAAAAAAACxE/uDmYXYinWGU/s400/DSCN0524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwSPfO18I/AAAAAAAACw8/lhqWO1q13xg/s1600-h/DSCN0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418727866610145218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwSPfO18I/AAAAAAAACw8/lhqWO1q13xg/s400/DSCN0532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwS6och5I/AAAAAAAACxM/30tPG9pJGuQ/s1600-h/DSCN0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418727878191515538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwS6och5I/AAAAAAAACxM/30tPG9pJGuQ/s400/DSCN0489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwTHuBS1I/AAAAAAAACxU/lnhxi6zn6iI/s1600-h/DSCN0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418727881704557394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMwTHuBS1I/AAAAAAAACxU/lnhxi6zn6iI/s400/DSCN0519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There's nothing left to say, there's no where else to go. I feeling in my heart beat, can you feel my heart beat. I'm torn into pieces, don't know all the reasons. But you gotta go." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6728857513989058722?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6728857513989058722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6728857513989058722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6728857513989058722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6728857513989058722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/gjxs.html' title='Gjx&apos;s.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzMylAmbDgI/AAAAAAAACxc/VyQeK7dyq0I/s72-c/DSCN0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4252039689633254974</id><published>2009-12-23T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:12:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tangyuan day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ate tangyuan today at grandma's. Qiu was so adorable, he called me &lt;em&gt;JieJie&lt;/em&gt; then he fed me M&amp;amp;M. Heart melted man. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzD_YNo--PI/AAAAAAAACws/0_hb0PhVM6I/s1600-h/%5E%5E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418111143170210034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzD_YNo--PI/AAAAAAAACws/0_hb0PhVM6I/s320/%5E%5E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzD_YmxvGlI/AAAAAAAACw0/sS7p7Y0-9w0/s1600-h/%5E_%5E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418111149917805138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzD_YmxvGlI/AAAAAAAACw0/sS7p7Y0-9w0/s320/%5E_%5E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Msn with that noob just now. Haha. He's touched. Aw man. Lol! Alright, nothing much. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4252039689633254974?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4252039689633254974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4252039689633254974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4252039689633254974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4252039689633254974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/tangyuan-day.html' title='&quot;Tangyuan day&quot;'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SzD_YNo--PI/AAAAAAAACws/0_hb0PhVM6I/s72-c/%5E%5E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7595446351384314870</id><published>2009-12-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:59:13.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I'll blog when I'm happy. &lt;strong&gt;FML.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7595446351384314870?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7595446351384314870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7595446351384314870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7595446351384314870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7595446351384314870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_20.html' title='.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5881888106102607730</id><published>2009-12-19T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:10:43.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I belong here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0IN8JH0BI/AAAAAAAACwU/WSge312iq08/s1600-h/SNC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416994962372284434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0IN8JH0BI/AAAAAAAACwU/WSge312iq08/s320/SNC00008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0INrDoP8I/AAAAAAAACwM/CUnStTxlttU/s1600-h/SNC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416994957785841602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0INrDoP8I/AAAAAAAACwM/CUnStTxlttU/s320/SNC00007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made that noob do something really retarded last night, and I ended up laughing really loudly. Ha! Shall not disclose what I made him do, hehe. Watched Doomsday till 3.30am then. Some parts of the show is really sick. I can't imagine myself burning a human alive and cutting it's meat out to eat! Gosh. Thanks noob for accompanying me to watch and text till so late despite having to wakeup early today :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, spent an hour putting the plastic covers for my books. They just wouldn't listen to me, thus it took an hour's time. Heh. Prepared and headed out with parents then, had our dinner at Tampines. Went to the SSA Youth Ignite performance afterwards. Didn't intend to go initially, but I'm glad that I went! Totally didn't regret going! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole performance was so damn awesome! Everyone was so very high and whoa, the feeling of being surrounded by all youths is great! ;) There are many hot guys there too!! Seriously, they're hot man. There's this hot guy, and he sang damn nice! There's this other hot guy, he can rap like ohmygod! Totally made me went :O! He sang so many fast songs, and walao, all the words correct somemore! P.R.O. man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0IOSNhu8I/AAAAAAAACwc/miZ9MNoyt_M/s1600-h/SNC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416994968296340418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0IOSNhu8I/AAAAAAAACwc/miZ9MNoyt_M/s320/SNC00003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0IO3k4CLI/AAAAAAAACwk/oT3Q7e03KWM/s1600-h/SNC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416994978326382770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0IO3k4CLI/AAAAAAAACwk/oT3Q7e03KWM/s320/SNC00004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like Jazz music, but when I heard their Jazz pieces, I changed my mind! Fabulous Jazz pieces! :D Everyone there was so high, I like that kind of feeling. Feeling down initially, but went high too! I like my pink and red glowsticks they gave. Heh. Didn't manage to take any photos though, as I was too far back. But well, it was definitely enjoyable! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home after the whole performance ended. Noob's playing dota now and yay, he chose the penguin pet cause I told him to. &gt;:) Heh. Gonna go to Botanic Garden tomorrow, for the Photography holiday project! Ah well, I think I'm gonna watch Tv after this. So, yeah, toodles! :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5881888106102607730?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5881888106102607730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5881888106102607730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5881888106102607730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5881888106102607730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-belong-here.html' title='I belong here.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sy0IN8JH0BI/AAAAAAAACwU/WSge312iq08/s72-c/SNC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-8664275796005429639</id><published>2009-12-18T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:05:13.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you had a bad day.</title><content type='html'>For the whole of today, I had been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Texting with Rayven.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advertising blogshop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using the com.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In need of money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boo. That's all. Lazy to post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-8664275796005429639?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/8664275796005429639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=8664275796005429639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8664275796005429639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8664275796005429639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/cause-you-had-bad-day.html' title='Cause you had a bad day.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5603505639117066246</id><published>2009-12-17T21:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:50:41.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed.</title><content type='html'>Dinner outside with parents just now. Worst dinner ever. Made a mess out of myself, screwed everything. Fancy me shouting at my mum and ended up crying out all of the anger that's been kept inside me for days in a coffeeshop. Ok, not cry as in loud wailings and all of course. That would be...wow. Lol. Well..thanks Rayven. Thanks a lot for texting me and cheering me up just now, also, for drawing this...clown and hill. Laughs! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyoySA7c8-I/AAAAAAAACv8/iZsRwJTddiQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416196786934838242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyoySA7c8-I/AAAAAAAACv8/iZsRwJTddiQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyoySd6UN6I/AAAAAAAACwE/SQtmcZCye9U/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416196794714699682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyoySd6UN6I/AAAAAAAACwE/SQtmcZCye9U/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited @ 10.39pm,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So sick of advertising blogshop, but I've no idea what to do also, other than that. Was in Msn with Rayven, but he went for his dota. :( He's quite pro actually, to reply me while playing dota. Haha. K, I came to blog as I was bored, and after blogging I still am bored. Baaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5603505639117066246?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5603505639117066246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5603505639117066246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5603505639117066246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5603505639117066246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/screwed.html' title='Screwed.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyoySA7c8-I/AAAAAAAACv8/iZsRwJTddiQ/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-9077611115109063402</id><published>2009-12-17T13:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:04:27.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Synl3roMevI/AAAAAAAACvs/fdZKmlrlfaw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416112771656612594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Synl3roMevI/AAAAAAAACvs/fdZKmlrlfaw/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Synl3SDrtAI/AAAAAAAACvk/cl2xwICAySI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416112764792583170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Synl3SDrtAI/AAAAAAAACvk/cl2xwICAySI/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha! Just look at those 2 screenshots. Rayven's drawing totally made me laugh like some madwoman at 2am plus last night. Hahaha! I got reminded of Mr.Ping and Ms.Pong thing held 2 or 3 years ago at Lianhua Primary when I drew that. Laughs, seriously look at that drawing Rayven did. HAHAHA, it's him playing in the rain! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Synl36a4_rI/AAAAAAAACv0/JGRoy_SSkas/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416112775627341490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Synl36a4_rI/AAAAAAAACv0/JGRoy_SSkas/s320/Image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, so, I wokeup at noon today. I think my dreams are always cool, heh. Msn with Rayven, and he drew a car which he claimed have automatic opening and closing doors. HAHA. And I'm wanting to advertise blogshop, but those pretty clothes makes me forget about advertising. Instead, makes me start shopping. Ha! Maybe I should start focusing now, ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-9077611115109063402?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/9077611115109063402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=9077611115109063402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/9077611115109063402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/9077611115109063402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/invisible.html' title='Invisible.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Synl3roMevI/AAAAAAAACvs/fdZKmlrlfaw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4494535471654947338</id><published>2009-12-17T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:26:46.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'll wait for Christmas, and I'll make my wish. This time not for others, but for myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4494535471654947338?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4494535471654947338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4494535471654947338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4494535471654947338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4494535471654947338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-right.html' title='You&apos;re right.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7763105233188467126</id><published>2009-12-16T17:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:21:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I fall, pick me up from the ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415770384612141714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyiueIfjKpI/AAAAAAAACus/w0Jr-_YJpXk/s400/DSCN0369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wokeup in the afternoon, first thing laughed at the text I received from Rayven. -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Msn with him while waiting for Courtney to arrive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtney came, we chatted and she got mad with Tangtang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advertised blogshop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading mails, replying mails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtney made a cup of sweet milo for me. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtney went off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Texted with Rayven.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Restaurant City on Facebook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankyou Kheerong, I guess you're right. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7763105233188467126?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7763105233188467126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7763105233188467126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7763105233188467126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7763105233188467126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-fall-pick-me-up-from-ground.html' title='If I fall, pick me up from the ground.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyiueIfjKpI/AAAAAAAACus/w0Jr-_YJpXk/s72-c/DSCN0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4092052744289277191</id><published>2009-12-15T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:14:04.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sydp8hzIwRI/AAAAAAAACuk/nvJg-m5SnMI/s1600-h/DSCN0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415413565522231570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sydp8hzIwRI/AAAAAAAACuk/nvJg-m5SnMI/s400/DSCN0394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn, been having insomnia for the past week till now already. Everyday couldn't get to sleep no matter how tired I am, only till 3 or 4 plus in the morning before my body system shut itself down and rest. I think it's not long before pimples're gonna come for me huh. Well for the whole of today, I'd been texting Rayven, Tv, advertising blogshop, listening to songs. This is boring. Ha, I don't have to actually go into a prison to know how life in prison is. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4092052744289277191?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4092052744289277191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4092052744289277191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4092052744289277191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4092052744289277191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sydp8hzIwRI/AAAAAAAACuk/nvJg-m5SnMI/s72-c/DSCN0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2762651057668735000</id><published>2009-12-15T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:27:48.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want was just to be happy.</title><content type='html'>Starved myself for the whole of today. No doubt, gastric had been a killer. But still, just had no appetite to stuff anything into my mouth. I think my tears had been flowing as if it's a tap for whole of today, even my nose accompanied it and bled for minutes. Z. In Msn with Rayven for the whole time I was online today till now already. Thanks for accompanying me throughout the day, and cheering me up. "Comeon, cheerup, the world is round~" :) Thanks for being my listening ear, hearing and understanding all that I've said, and guiding me, telling me stuffs to make myself feel better. It's been long, since I found someone who's been willing to listen and understand all that I've to say, all that I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... don't you readers think that it's very contradicting? Like, afterall, every beginning has an end.. And, well, though feelings stay, they'll fade away someday...if you don't ink your feelings hard enough. For people at the teen age, falling in love, getting into relationships and all...knowing very well that it wouldn't last, but just keep lying to oneself that it'll last, it'll last.. But eventually, always, everything ends with a clean break.. Still, we just keep going on with it, despite knowing very well the fact that everything will end someday.. Contradicting much? Well...guess they're just parts of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes, you felt like you want to.. But, you can't. Your mind tells you to, but your heart...It just wouldn't budge. Your heart, begs you not to.. Cause it knows fully, that once you do, it'll break like a mirror smashed to pieces, and bleed profusely... And you get stucked between your mind and your heart, you don't know which to believe in. In the end..you believed your mind and set your heart down to do it, but just as you were about to say the things you'll probably regret for long, your heart ached. The pain was tremendous. Eventually, you thanked your heart cause it saved you from being alone, from being heartbroken.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2762651057668735000?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2762651057668735000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2762651057668735000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2762651057668735000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2762651057668735000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-was-just-to-be-happy.html' title='All I want was just to be happy.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7751722546921338085</id><published>2009-12-14T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:59:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st year.</title><content type='html'>The result of crying a whole night and the whole morning is two very mini and swollen eyes. God, that's what I am now. Shall not elaborate.. Got a new phone last night. I'm happy to get it? Straight no. Somehow I'd already gotten used to the no phone life. What more, last night was a terrible one. Expect me to cheerup?, dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be out with my boyfriend today. It's our first year. But I guess I'm staying home today. Yes, thanks to my sister. Ask me if I'm angry with her? &lt;strong&gt;What do you think.&lt;/strong&gt; She spoiled my mood, my day, everything. Seriously, I would call her a bitch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7751722546921338085?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7751722546921338085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7751722546921338085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7751722546921338085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7751722546921338085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-year.html' title='1st year.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6275356291623916543</id><published>2009-12-13T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:47:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One, two, three, what do you see.</title><content type='html'>Gonna make this post short and sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks Jasmine for coming over on Friday, loveyou, hope to see you again soon:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks stupid Jeslyn for the retarded post on your blog, ;) But you boxim no find me! &gt;:( &lt;li&gt;Had my haircut yesterday night after dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my fringe is kind of weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair looks totally rebonded when tied up, heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please please go to &lt;a href="http://www.yingli-shop.weebly.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.yingli-shop.weebly.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and support me and Courtney, I'm so sick of advertising :&lt;. Baa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My eyes are tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's so hot now, the fan is so weak. Or is the weather too hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT'S OUR FIRST YEAR TOMORROW. FUK FUK FUK FUK. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GONNA BUY A HANDPHONE TONIGHT. FUK FUK FUK FUK FUK FUK! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kk, short and sweet. Byebyebyebye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6275356291623916543?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6275356291623916543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6275356291623916543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6275356291623916543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6275356291623916543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-two-three-what-do-you-see.html' title='One, two, three, what do you see.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2695738976869590186</id><published>2009-12-11T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:51:30.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyJL9NOkR1I/AAAAAAAACr0/xR5nUyWzcf4/s1600-h/DSCN0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413973216947619666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyJL9NOkR1I/AAAAAAAACr0/xR5nUyWzcf4/s400/DSCN0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost fainted the other day. It's just like that day at school during Math lesson, where I'll feel very dizzy, with everything I see turning so colourful and black, and I just keep sweating no matter how cold I was, and with my face so god damn pale. I hate that feeling, totally scares me. Ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother went to extract his tooth yesterday, and he came home telling me all sorts of stuffs about tooth extraction which made me really scared of dentists now. He said that once we reach our early twenties, we'll have to go to the dentists for the extraction of wisdom tooths. And ohmygod, the dentist will numb your gums by injecting something into it, and then drill your tooth into half, and then yank it out with force by something sharp. Fk it, fk fk fk. It's so painful! What more, they'll do it while you're conscious. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being the very good sister, I cooked porridge for Brother. :) Hee. Gonna have my haircut tomorrow. Byebye my fringe! Ohyes, support okay! :&gt; It's Courtney and I's. &lt;a href="http://www.yingli-shop.weebly.com/"&gt;http://www.yingli-shop.weebly.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2695738976869590186?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2695738976869590186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2695738976869590186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2695738976869590186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2695738976869590186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-memories.html' title='Beautiful memories.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SyJL9NOkR1I/AAAAAAAACr0/xR5nUyWzcf4/s72-c/DSCN0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-190543355997356795</id><published>2009-12-09T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:28:39.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SycefohEmfI/AAAAAAAACuc/-nfD0FuKDbA/s1600-h/DSCN0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415330605737220594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SycefohEmfI/AAAAAAAACuc/-nfD0FuKDbA/s400/DSCN0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna ride a dinosaur, whip it's butt and shout &lt;em&gt;yeehaa!&lt;/em&gt; and whirl the whip around. That would be my wish if the world actually ends. ;) Just imagine riding a dinosaur around, wouldn't that be so cool?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, enough of fantasy. Well, Mum bought my favourite mango cake home! And I've already eaten 6 pieces of it. Also, I actually had the urge to complete my homework these days but I'm just way to lazy to do so. I don't have that motivation either, boo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-190543355997356795?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/190543355997356795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=190543355997356795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/190543355997356795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/190543355997356795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/flawless.html' title='Flawless.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SycefohEmfI/AAAAAAAACuc/-nfD0FuKDbA/s72-c/DSCN0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5767591721323082265</id><published>2009-12-07T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:08:22.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>原来我撑着撑到累了。</title><content type='html'>An enormous feeling inside of me; angry, sad. They say it's not good to hold back things inside. Now I understand. Tolerated and tolerated, and suddenly tears came rushing out. Guess I really am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5767591721323082265?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5767591721323082265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5767591721323082265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5767591721323082265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5767591721323082265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-limit-to-everything-mine-too.html' title='原来我撑着撑到累了。'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1892165705886253615</id><published>2009-12-07T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:55:00.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sxy0HqRjYZI/AAAAAAAACrc/LNV5WM2tnNc/s1600-h/16-11-09_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412398895892488594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sxy0HqRjYZI/AAAAAAAACrc/LNV5WM2tnNc/s320/16-11-09_1659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sxy0H8f4IZI/AAAAAAAACrk/4HTDUeQ3FI4/s1600-h/16-11-09_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412398900784406930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sxy0H8f4IZI/AAAAAAAACrk/4HTDUeQ3FI4/s320/16-11-09_1701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the two of you, my bests... Am needing you both now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1892165705886253615?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1892165705886253615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1892165705886253615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1892165705886253615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1892165705886253615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/hear-me-out.html' title='Hear me out.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sxy0HqRjYZI/AAAAAAAACrc/LNV5WM2tnNc/s72-c/16-11-09_1659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5461034067464778181</id><published>2009-12-07T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:14:09.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I shouldn't care.</title><content type='html'>Movie last night was fabulous. Now if you ask me what kind of boy is my ideal boyfriend, I'll say, someone like Edward. That sweet and protective(and hot too :&gt;). Definitely made me went all teary while watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a terrible night, I wonder if I did get some sleep. Well I guess I did, I had a few dreams. My flu kept waking me up though. I vividly remember one of the dreams I had, the dream that made me feel so...sweet. :) How I wish it would come true, but dreams are still dreams, aren't they? You can dream of the craziest things, but still, they are dreams. There's such a huge difference between dreams and reality..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5461034067464778181?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5461034067464778181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5461034067464778181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5461034067464778181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5461034067464778181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe-i-shouldnt-care.html' title='Maybe I shouldn&apos;t care.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2788764466355910812</id><published>2009-12-06T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:28:43.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Guys are assholes. If you argue with him, you're hard-headed. If you're quiet, you don't care. If you call him, you're too clingy crazy. If he calls you, he says you should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love him, he'll try to win you. When you do love him, he leaves. If you don't fuck him, you're a tease. If you do, you're easy. You tell him your problems, he say you're irritating. If you don't, he says you dont' trust him. If you lecture him, you just want to argue. If he lectures you, it's because he 'cares'. If you break a promise, he doesn't trust you anymore. If he breaks it, it's because he had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cheat, he expects it to be over. If he cheats, he wants another chance. Guys drink to forget about girls; girls drink to think back about the guy. When guys are in love, they become poor; when girls are in love, they become pretty. Guys can forget, but can't forgive; girls can forgive, but can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys are heartbroken, they try to forget about the girl by going out with another girl; when girls are heartbroken, they try to find his characteristics in another guy. Guys wish to be her first love, girls wish to be his last.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find some very true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2788764466355910812?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2788764466355910812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2788764466355910812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2788764466355910812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2788764466355910812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5462881201813527898</id><published>2009-12-06T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:19:49.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love overcome all hurdles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxtbCtLTjaI/AAAAAAAACrU/1ScDG1whtms/s1600-h/DSCN0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412019479260663202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxtbCtLTjaI/AAAAAAAACrU/1ScDG1whtms/s400/DSCN0299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had breakfast cum lunch with Mum at S11 after I wokeup today, where we shopped for groceries afterthat. Home, came online. Heading out to Grandma's later on, and will be going for the movie after Grandma's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, I realised that there's an ulcer on the tip of my tongue! It's so painful, and even more painful. :( But I still have my packets of Chipster and sweets! Hee, I think I shall just eat them even though the ulcer will kill me. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5462881201813527898?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5462881201813527898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5462881201813527898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5462881201813527898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5462881201813527898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-overcome-all-hurdles.html' title='Love overcome all hurdles.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxtbCtLTjaI/AAAAAAAACrU/1ScDG1whtms/s72-c/DSCN0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6362736776356924978</id><published>2009-12-05T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:29:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Brother play &lt;em&gt;Devil May Cry 4&lt;/em&gt; for this whole afternoon until the evening, afterwhich I had dinner with parents at 279. My lazy brother claimed that he was tired, so movie's postponed till tomorrow, at 9.30pm. Tickets are bought already, happy me! Well oh well...I'm like so bored now, cause brother's still downstairs and that means I won't be able to watch him play the game and help him along. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod! Xingjin just told me that the bookshop aunty thought that my brother's my boyfriend! Hahaha. He said that my brother and I look alike too, hee. That, I don't deny. ;) K, I'm bored again now. And I've no idea why but I'm hungry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6362736776356924978?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6362736776356924978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6362736776356924978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6362736776356924978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6362736776356924978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/watched-brother-play-devil-may-cry-4.html' title=''/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-3664464038268370699</id><published>2009-12-04T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:10:26.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only life was a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxkKNVATLLI/AAAAAAAACrE/t0oGlLJhrXk/s1600-h/DSCN0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411367651355339954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxkKNVATLLI/AAAAAAAACrE/t0oGlLJhrXk/s320/DSCN0272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, thanks Jingyi for yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a soft toy, pillows and bolster fight with Brother last night before we slept. Threw my soft toys up to his bed and he threw his bolster, pillow and blanket down to mine. Tried hard not to laugh out loud if not once my Sis wakes up...Hee. Well, got woken up this morning by the construction going on above my flat, &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Brother play &lt;em&gt;Devil May Cry 4&lt;/em&gt; for the whole afternoon then. Gosh, the game was totally awesome. Like seriously, it was damn nice. Go play it! And I'm a clever girl, cause I helped him to figure out some of the details. ;) I'm also a happy girl, cause Brother's bringing me for &lt;em&gt;New Moon &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow. He had wanted to bring me for the sneak preview initially, but didn't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, shall stop here. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-3664464038268370699?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/3664464038268370699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=3664464038268370699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3664464038268370699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3664464038268370699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only-life-was-fairytale.html' title='If only life was a fairytale.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxkKNVATLLI/AAAAAAAACrE/t0oGlLJhrXk/s72-c/DSCN0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5029543372558247676</id><published>2009-12-03T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:05:27.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z.</title><content type='html'>You know, I really think that guys look good wearing long sleeved shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, shall stop there. I was wanting to update some stuffs in this post but I guess my mood is totally shit now so, yeah, fuck everything all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5029543372558247676?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5029543372558247676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5029543372558247676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5029543372558247676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5029543372558247676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/z.html' title='Z.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7589967913720347819</id><published>2009-12-02T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:19:29.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be practical; Ifs are not gonna help.</title><content type='html'>Lied on the sofa with Brother as we munch the chips while watching Tv last night, very comfy! :) Then I deprived him of playing his dota and I felt so great. Hehe. Wokeup early today, mainly used the com and watched Tv. Stupid Jeslyn kept watching her show and delayed our game time. Laughs! PeterJeslyn, you better find one day come find me quick, and we shall flood the whole Singapore with our tears. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7589967913720347819?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7589967913720347819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7589967913720347819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7589967913720347819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7589967913720347819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-practical-ifs-are-not-gonna-help.html' title='Be practical; Ifs are not gonna help.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-8072623889440003166</id><published>2009-12-01T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:12:55.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange, weird, awkward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxUIPfMiIaI/AAAAAAAACq8/2P9NgFpMaWg/s1600/DSCN0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410239589520646562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxUIPfMiIaI/AAAAAAAACq8/2P9NgFpMaWg/s400/DSCN0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new sofa arrived yesterday, and gosh it looks so pretty! It's also comfortable and I can lie in anyway I want. Laughs. I actually got woken up this morning by the construction that's going on above my flat, but I do not know how I fell back asleep again. Well, I cooked 2 sausages and an egg for my breakfast cum lunch and watched Tv while waiting for Brother to wakeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to school to purchase the books for next year. Just the Science books alone stressed me out. I'm going to take Biology, shit it, I'm going to take Biology. :( Ah, forget it, I shall try to stuff all the information up my head next year. See how it goes then.. Hmm, my &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; Brother helped to carry the books back home, where we watched Tv together. Nothing much for today, so..toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-8072623889440003166?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/8072623889440003166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=8072623889440003166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8072623889440003166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8072623889440003166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange-weird-awkward.html' title='Strange, weird, awkward.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxUIPfMiIaI/AAAAAAAACq8/2P9NgFpMaWg/s72-c/DSCN0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-172857497988566997</id><published>2009-11-29T22:02:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:08:38.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNtQ4x1tJI/AAAAAAAACqs/l-sVRvoHjvg/s1600/DSCN0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409787714288858258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNtQ4x1tJI/AAAAAAAACqs/l-sVRvoHjvg/s400/DSCN0200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNtRX1VpLI/AAAAAAAACq0/JnbYx0iED7U/s1600/DSCN0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409787722625033394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNtRX1VpLI/AAAAAAAACq0/JnbYx0iED7U/s400/DSCN0202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 27th. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKTRp3JI/AAAAAAAACpE/2KKRTK2unws/s1600/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409782103584398482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKTRp3JI/AAAAAAAACpE/2KKRTK2unws/s400/DSCN0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKgKdjvI/AAAAAAAACpM/O-gF1wu7674/s1600/DSCN0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409782107043892978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKgKdjvI/AAAAAAAACpM/O-gF1wu7674/s400/DSCN0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnzN0mIAI/AAAAAAAACo0/MCg5M9rfaoo/s1600/DSCN0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781706983350274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnzN0mIAI/AAAAAAAACo0/MCg5M9rfaoo/s400/DSCN0252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKDIq4gI/AAAAAAAACo8/X2qNKxND8cc/s1600/DSCN0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409782099251749378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKDIq4gI/AAAAAAAACo8/X2qNKxND8cc/s400/DSCN0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnymW3DeI/AAAAAAAACok/6meaQL_QnvI/s1600/DSCN0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781696389647842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnymW3DeI/AAAAAAAACok/6meaQL_QnvI/s400/DSCN0256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNny_htbcI/AAAAAAAACos/bMgk-o8dheE/s1600/DSCN0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781703146040770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNny_htbcI/AAAAAAAACos/bMgk-o8dheE/s400/DSCN0254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Safra Resort in the evening with family, met relatives there. Had a round of barbeque, with much amounts of food. Very yummy! Helped to barbeque, while crapping around with Brother. After the barbeque, the adults went to the pub, where the rest of us are under 18 so we are to go back to the bungalow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNrCLjfaRI/AAAAAAAACqU/GdAouSpN9jo/s1600/DSCN0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785262607657234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNrCLjfaRI/AAAAAAAACqU/GdAouSpN9jo/s320/DSCN0211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNrCwhWLNI/AAAAAAAACqk/uW_ooUYmUmo/s1600/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785272530775250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNrCwhWLNI/AAAAAAAACqk/uW_ooUYmUmo/s320/DSCN0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqKMumqSI/AAAAAAAACqE/eAp-A6yR1iM/s1600/DSCN0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409784300850030882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqKMumqSI/AAAAAAAACqE/eAp-A6yR1iM/s320/DSCN0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqJJdAYEI/AAAAAAAACps/fIoTBy4FRh8/s1600/DSCN0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409784282791043138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqJJdAYEI/AAAAAAAACps/fIoTBy4FRh8/s320/DSCN0231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqJamtSUI/AAAAAAAACp0/H-somgJ9UVw/s1600/DSCN0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409784287395137858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqJamtSUI/AAAAAAAACp0/H-somgJ9UVw/s320/DSCN0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNrB2qmYFI/AAAAAAAACqM/kIrH_LyAxos/s1600/DSCN0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785257000329298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNrB2qmYFI/AAAAAAAACqM/kIrH_LyAxos/s320/DSCN0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqIgH4IYI/AAAAAAAACpk/at55_UH1wOI/s1600/DSCN0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409784271696568706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqIgH4IYI/AAAAAAAACpk/at55_UH1wOI/s320/DSCN0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqJqfOG4I/AAAAAAAACp8/zrR0Ity7ESQ/s1600/DSCN0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409784291658701698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNqJqfOG4I/AAAAAAAACp8/zrR0Ity7ESQ/s320/DSCN0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoLAD_ilI/AAAAAAAACpc/jtWbvVSaJAM/s1600/DSCN0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409782115606694482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoLAD_ilI/AAAAAAAACpc/jtWbvVSaJAM/s400/DSCN0235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKxYb4ZI/AAAAAAAACpU/RfarK74wai4/s1600/DSCN0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409782111665906066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNoKxYb4ZI/AAAAAAAACpU/RfarK74wai4/s400/DSCN0238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnyMrpAnI/AAAAAAAACoU/uNEjP4ZP_XY/s1600/DSCN0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781689497485938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnyMrpAnI/AAAAAAAACoU/uNEjP4ZP_XY/s400/DSCN0257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnycZBBBI/AAAAAAAACoc/Q7-Qf5gjSyI/s1600/DSCN0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781693714334738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnycZBBBI/AAAAAAAACoc/Q7-Qf5gjSyI/s400/DSCN0258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted with cousins and fooled around, where the adults came back at 3plus and we were all supposed to get some sleep. I couldn't get to sleep however, ended up staring into space and imagining things which scares myself such as...what if suddenly outside the bungalow there are zombies running all around and banging onto the door. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 28th.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnb6PUh0I/AAAAAAAACoE/SiTUSzzV2oA/s1600/DSCN0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781306589742914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNnb6PUh0I/AAAAAAAACoE/SiTUSzzV2oA/s400/DSCN0269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNncXY6YWI/AAAAAAAACoM/tHugavsVf7c/s1600/DSCN0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781314414600546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNncXY6YWI/AAAAAAAACoM/tHugavsVf7c/s400/DSCN0264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around with Vinny to the schools' open houses, and sadly the motion sickness of mine came again. Well, checked out TKSS, TKGS, Chung Cheng, and Cedar Girls. I swear Chung Cheng Sec scared the shit out of me. It's god damn huge! And it looks like a temple. Haha, it's so china. There's even a lake in the school, which is comparable to like 2 times of our school's canteen! I think it's a waste of space lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmD6c-LxI/AAAAAAAACnU/75e9FiO6VnE/s1600/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409779794818510610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmD6c-LxI/AAAAAAAACnU/75e9FiO6VnE/s320/DSCN0273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmEY7VG_I/AAAAAAAACnc/p1HBoqExhw4/s1600/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409779802998905842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmEY7VG_I/AAAAAAAACnc/p1HBoqExhw4/s320/DSCN0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmEkWmkXI/AAAAAAAACnk/3L8mycCp344/s1600/DSCN0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409779806066086258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmEkWmkXI/AAAAAAAACnk/3L8mycCp344/s320/DSCN0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmFAwdOLI/AAAAAAAACn0/q-kvJjZxmm8/s1600/DSCN0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409779813690718386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNmFAwdOLI/AAAAAAAACn0/q-kvJjZxmm8/s320/DSCN0280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Cedar Girls' cool cause of the air-conditioned hall, but I feel so scared in there cause the students are all girls... Laughs. They have Debating as a Cca too, which I find so cool! Well, went back to the resort then went for bowling. I watched them play instead of trying it, cause I seriously do not have any interest in bowling. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjYwGwZfI/AAAAAAAACmM/2uFYDC1CJXI/s1600/DSCN0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409776854283347442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjYwGwZfI/AAAAAAAACmM/2uFYDC1CJXI/s400/DSCN0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjZaIKWiI/AAAAAAAACmU/SZSwrJFSf2A/s1600/DSCN0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409776865563531810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjZaIKWiI/AAAAAAAACmU/SZSwrJFSf2A/s400/DSCN0290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiDyq4yII/AAAAAAAAClk/FbdmPSXqcQg/s1600/DSCN0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409775394682882178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiDyq4yII/AAAAAAAAClk/FbdmPSXqcQg/s320/DSCN0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiEdwZcRI/AAAAAAAACl0/kHenJEiR2vA/s1600/DSCN0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409775406248718610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiEdwZcRI/AAAAAAAACl0/kHenJEiR2vA/s320/DSCN0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiEOESPuI/AAAAAAAACls/7s5iDtZT-Us/s1600/DSCN0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409775402037165794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiEOESPuI/AAAAAAAACls/7s5iDtZT-Us/s320/DSCN0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjBzaIC_I/AAAAAAAACl8/jARk6W3-EX8/s1600/DSCN0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409776460032904178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjBzaIC_I/AAAAAAAACl8/jARk6W3-EX8/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 games, we went to sing songs. Hee, fun. The room was extremely cold however. Back to the bungalow, then prepared for another round of barbeque! Played Tumbling Towers with cousins, and I always won. Ha! Helped to barbeque, and I ate lots of otahs. I love the otahs! But they're very spicy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjZvwMtOI/AAAAAAAACmc/o-K8qySSUQY/s1600/DSCN0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409776871368602850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjZvwMtOI/AAAAAAAACmc/o-K8qySSUQY/s400/DSCN0294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjZxkdfBI/AAAAAAAACmk/E6w4wDExc0I/s1600/DSCN0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409776871856241682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjZxkdfBI/AAAAAAAACmk/E6w4wDExc0I/s400/DSCN0295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjaMvnALI/AAAAAAAACms/FYU8xO4E_GE/s1600/DSCN0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409776879150760114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjaMvnALI/AAAAAAAACms/FYU8xO4E_GE/s400/DSCN0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNkqrBBAhI/AAAAAAAACm0/zdVcHy9uJac/s1600/DSCN0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409778261666365970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNkqrBBAhI/AAAAAAAACm0/zdVcHy9uJac/s400/DSCN0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNkrKQfvaI/AAAAAAAACm8/Qu_vfIJjApw/s1600/DSCN0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409778270052793762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNkrKQfvaI/AAAAAAAACm8/Qu_vfIJjApw/s400/DSCN0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNkrveZuJI/AAAAAAAACnM/BrCMJYt36iA/s1600/DSCN0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409778280043231378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNkrveZuJI/AAAAAAAACnM/BrCMJYt36iA/s400/DSCN0305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played with the charcoal with Dylan and Vinny then. We kept building fires and yes, it was rather fun. Laughs! After that, we baded goodbye and headed home. The Changi runway is very beautiful, with the lights and all. Of course, the planes too. Too bad I didn't take any pictures of the planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjCKvkgtI/AAAAAAAACmE/QSTi_ML8GJM/s1600/DSCN0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409776466296865490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNjCKvkgtI/AAAAAAAACmE/QSTi_ML8GJM/s320/DSCN0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiDE3uCQI/AAAAAAAAClU/BpeRRnCqUIM/s1600/DSCN0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409775382388672770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNiDE3uCQI/AAAAAAAAClU/BpeRRnCqUIM/s320/DSCN0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 29th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopped with Mum at Jurong Point, home, to grandma's, home, and watched Brother play Dota all the way till 2.30am then slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-172857497988566997?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/172857497988566997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=172857497988566997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/172857497988566997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/172857497988566997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-wind.html' title='Like the wind.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SxNtQ4x1tJI/AAAAAAAACqs/l-sVRvoHjvg/s72-c/DSCN0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-3526111824936028757</id><published>2009-11-26T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:19:10.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred stirreth up strifes, but love covereth all sins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw6AJSzXlII/AAAAAAAAClE/nbjUg-ak07o/s1600/DSCN0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408401099673015426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw6AJSzXlII/AAAAAAAAClE/nbjUg-ak07o/s400/DSCN0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw6AJinsE5I/AAAAAAAAClM/PmD9e7CL_AE/s1600/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408401103918994322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw6AJinsE5I/AAAAAAAAClM/PmD9e7CL_AE/s400/DSCN0196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at how sweet and adorable my dog is! Don't he look like some famous dog? Laughs. Hmm, had been chatting with Zhaoyu on Msn this afternoon(Stupid Fish, I know you're reading this. Ha!). Sis' birthday tomorrow, as well as barbeque at night with relatives. :) And..I'm craving for Pepsi now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yesterday is gone forever. Tomorrow may never come. Only &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt; is yours to live in. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-3526111824936028757?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/3526111824936028757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=3526111824936028757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3526111824936028757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3526111824936028757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/hatred-stirreth-up-strifes-but-love.html' title='Hatred stirreth up strifes, but love covereth all sins.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw6AJSzXlII/AAAAAAAAClE/nbjUg-ak07o/s72-c/DSCN0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-3963605986432264311</id><published>2009-11-25T23:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:00:52.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You hate the way your life turned out to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw1RWlQbcfI/AAAAAAAACk0/KEbqW_7a-No/s1600/DSCN0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408068175941825010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw1RWlQbcfI/AAAAAAAACk0/KEbqW_7a-No/s400/DSCN0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to update today actually, but since I've nothing to do now and I'm kind of bored, I shall. Did practically nothing today, except the usuals; Tv and com. Got into the topic of homosexuals with Minyuan. Rather fun a topic to chat about actually. Well I do find homosexuals sort of cool, but it's also against nature, don't you think so? &lt;em&gt;What's your view? ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took picture with Mum, and Brother took a picture of me, which looks plain stupid. I look terribly ugly, gosh. And I think I have a huge forehead! And I think my face looks fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw1RWBMZ61I/AAAAAAAACks/VqUg2nS0sPo/s1600/DSCN0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408068166261271378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw1RWBMZ61I/AAAAAAAACks/VqUg2nS0sPo/s400/DSCN0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw1RW-XrS6I/AAAAAAAACk8/luI1uOiGeK4/s1600/DSCN0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408068182683110306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw1RW-XrS6I/AAAAAAAACk8/luI1uOiGeK4/s400/DSCN0188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-3963605986432264311?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/3963605986432264311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=3963605986432264311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3963605986432264311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3963605986432264311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-hate-way-your-life-turned-out-to-be.html' title='You hate the way your life turned out to be.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sw1RWlQbcfI/AAAAAAAACk0/KEbqW_7a-No/s72-c/DSCN0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1991912514004267220</id><published>2009-11-24T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:52:41.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You learned the hard way to shut your mouth and smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwueXEL9lfI/AAAAAAAACkM/zG7yOgUwB3o/s1600/DSCN0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407589896686507506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwueXEL9lfI/AAAAAAAACkM/zG7yOgUwB3o/s400/DSCN0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Managed to fall asleep at 3plus last night, and I got woken up by the renovation noises above the ceiling at 8.30 this morning. I wonder why those people have to start drilling and hammering at so early a morning. Z, am tired, tired, tired. Watched Tv then came online. Gonna have another round of bbq on the 27th, which is Sis' birthday. Epee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cause everytime you fight, the scars are gonna heal. But they're never gonna go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1991912514004267220?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1991912514004267220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1991912514004267220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1991912514004267220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1991912514004267220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-learned-hard-way-to-shut-your-mouth.html' title='You learned the hard way to shut your mouth and smile.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwueXEL9lfI/AAAAAAAACkM/zG7yOgUwB3o/s72-c/DSCN0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4421093682609195912</id><published>2009-11-23T23:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:49:35.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class barbeque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6B7OfwHI/AAAAAAAACdc/SZNoqZpZz-A/s1600/DSCN0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407338844852830322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6B7OfwHI/AAAAAAAACdc/SZNoqZpZz-A/s320/DSCN0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to Westmall to meet Jingyi this afternoon, where I walked around with her friend and her. Saw Minyuan and Sharon afterthat, thus they accompanied me to wait for Jiexiang. The both of them went for their movie when JieXiang came, then the both of us headed over to Jurong Point. I learnt that he's fickle minded too! Laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6mrNYFEI/AAAAAAAACeM/yOxqs5XlH2w/s1600/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339476208325698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6mrNYFEI/AAAAAAAACeM/yOxqs5XlH2w/s400/DSCN0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6m6FPP1I/AAAAAAAACec/FeIzUYklulo/s1600/DSCN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339480200724306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6m6FPP1I/AAAAAAAACec/FeIzUYklulo/s400/DSCN0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6m672dUI/AAAAAAAACeU/lgGboh9BMas/s1600/DSCN0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339480429786434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6m672dUI/AAAAAAAACeU/lgGboh9BMas/s400/DSCN0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6mW6_IHI/AAAAAAAACeE/ANuQQ0fsdu0/s1600/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407339470762483826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6mW6_IHI/AAAAAAAACeE/ANuQQ0fsdu0/s400/DSCN0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shopped around, and... He everything don't want(!!!) So, we settled down at Kfc. He had his lunch, while I kept drinking his pepsi. :) Turn out later on, my tummy hurts as I was drinking cold stuff on an empty stomach. Well, we sat there and talked for about an hour(?) or so, before we shopped around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7nQghAPI/AAAAAAAACek/7D9kqrfGOjE/s1600/DSCN0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407340585732342002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7nQghAPI/AAAAAAAACek/7D9kqrfGOjE/s400/DSCN0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7nRTdjuI/AAAAAAAACes/JHK4q5NUpvI/s1600/DSCN0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407340585946025698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7nRTdjuI/AAAAAAAACes/JHK4q5NUpvI/s400/DSCN0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7n4gPOCI/AAAAAAAACe8/Yr6Bcj9Ff14/s1600/DSCN0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407340596468594722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7n4gPOCI/AAAAAAAACe8/Yr6Bcj9Ff14/s400/DSCN0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7oDjMqPI/AAAAAAAACfE/bJdp3w8QuB8/s1600/DSCN0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407340599433799922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq7oDjMqPI/AAAAAAAACfE/bJdp3w8QuB8/s400/DSCN0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed back to Batok eventually. Went over to the 13th storey, where Jasmine came over to find us. She went off after some time. :), cheerup Jasmine. Jiexiang sent me to the interchange, baded goodbye and then off I go to Joie's condo with Minyuan, Sharon, Weechong and Zhaoyu. Not all of our classmates came, but still, had lots of fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq8zyur1XI/AAAAAAAACfM/HMxMJ_mTftM/s1600/DSCN0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407341900588635506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq8zyur1XI/AAAAAAAACfM/HMxMJ_mTftM/s400/DSCN0079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq80IurQ_I/AAAAAAAACfU/EzOqqC4p1W4/s1600/DSCN0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407341906494178290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq80IurQ_I/AAAAAAAACfU/EzOqqC4p1W4/s400/DSCN0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq80egwaWI/AAAAAAAACfc/W0HDeTmMSDs/s1600/DSCN0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407341912341375330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq80egwaWI/AAAAAAAACfc/W0HDeTmMSDs/s400/DSCN0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq80lRcUNI/AAAAAAAACfk/gtf3XwBPht4/s1600/DSCN0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407341914156191954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq80lRcUNI/AAAAAAAACfk/gtf3XwBPht4/s400/DSCN0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon, Minyuan and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq801aljdI/AAAAAAAACfs/vPm-YoFwL00/s1600/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407341918489513426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq801aljdI/AAAAAAAACfs/vPm-YoFwL00/s400/DSCN0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq93QAfG1I/AAAAAAAACf0/cWGg8NvWnwA/s1600/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343059499162450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq93QAfG1I/AAAAAAAACf0/cWGg8NvWnwA/s400/DSCN0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took pictures with all of them. Helped to barbeque. I like to barbeque, it's kind of fun to me. :) Stayed at the pit with Xavier, Justin and Louis, while the rest of the boys went to swim. They kept getting caught by the guard though, laughs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq94JqX3JI/AAAAAAAACgM/DmQavabqwCU/s1600/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343074975669394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq94JqX3JI/AAAAAAAACgM/DmQavabqwCU/s400/DSCN0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-38UcZdI/AAAAAAAACgc/iXrJ7sLHKHE/s1600/DSCN0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407344170905658834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-38UcZdI/AAAAAAAACgc/iXrJ7sLHKHE/s400/DSCN0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2 Farah(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-4LB1gTI/AAAAAAAACgk/UP8lD-lZ1tk/s1600/DSCN0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407344174854144306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-4LB1gTI/AAAAAAAACgk/UP8lD-lZ1tk/s400/DSCN0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-4YaTR9I/AAAAAAAACgs/rjviwoEZt8w/s1600/DSCN0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407344178446419922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-4YaTR9I/AAAAAAAACgs/rjviwoEZt8w/s400/DSCN0098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haafizhah and Syarizah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq93r6ZfLI/AAAAAAAACf8/D7sssIphMGE/s1600/DSCN0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343066989821106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq93r6ZfLI/AAAAAAAACf8/D7sssIphMGE/s400/DSCN0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq93yUgA3I/AAAAAAAACgE/UJ2W9bEGUO8/s1600/DSCN0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343068709913458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq93yUgA3I/AAAAAAAACgE/UJ2W9bEGUO8/s400/DSCN0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joie and Adeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq94aQwKSI/AAAAAAAACgU/pbHIvzbLd6I/s1600/DSCN0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343079431612706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq94aQwKSI/AAAAAAAACgU/pbHIvzbLd6I/s400/DSCN0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrAmMiTlWI/AAAAAAAAChc/9BEjdGk8c9E/s1600/DSCN0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407346065044378978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrAmMiTlWI/AAAAAAAAChc/9BEjdGk8c9E/s400/DSCN0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-4oDSRLI/AAAAAAAACg0/AydtTwh8Z7I/s1600/DSCN0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407344182644851890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-4oDSRLI/AAAAAAAACg0/AydtTwh8Z7I/s400/DSCN0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-47oPg5I/AAAAAAAACg8/PXHlha8QZ40/s1600/DSCN0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407344187900134290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq-47oPg5I/AAAAAAAACg8/PXHlha8QZ40/s400/DSCN0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin and Jerende. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrAlzWN2JI/AAAAAAAAChU/gQHc5v1vQCM/s1600/DSCN0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407346058282784914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrAlzWN2JI/AAAAAAAAChU/gQHc5v1vQCM/s400/DSCN0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrAmZNnvII/AAAAAAAAChk/GvYIHr4trJc/s1600/DSCN0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407346068447280258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrAmZNnvII/AAAAAAAAChk/GvYIHr4trJc/s400/DSCN0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and Jackie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBnJDtF3I/AAAAAAAAChs/22hTkwHDOcI/s1600/DSCN0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347180802217842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBnJDtF3I/AAAAAAAAChs/22hTkwHDOcI/s400/DSCN0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407346053530977554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrAlhpTBRI/AAAAAAAAChM/tQWCnixqV58/s400/DSCN0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louis and FanQi(he's so tall-.-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBnUwZdII/AAAAAAAACh0/AR_-PM9qrsM/s1600/DSCN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347183942464642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBnUwZdII/AAAAAAAACh0/AR_-PM9qrsM/s400/DSCN0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBnkkpZrI/AAAAAAAACh8/4ffAUKPoI28/s1600/DSCN0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347188188145330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBnkkpZrI/AAAAAAAACh8/4ffAUKPoI28/s400/DSCN0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhaoyu and Xavier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB6wXz5yI/AAAAAAAACis/Pu4nwO0-C6I/s1600/DSCN0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347517773047586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB6wXz5yI/AAAAAAAACis/Pu4nwO0-C6I/s400/DSCN0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB7PckYeI/AAAAAAAACi0/yCnf2uL2Z4E/s1600/DSCN0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347526114501090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB7PckYeI/AAAAAAAACi0/yCnf2uL2Z4E/s400/DSCN0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith, Courtney, Louis and I; Xavier, Louis, Ryan and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBn9n_AbI/AAAAAAAACiE/1-WQowPIDZQ/s1600/DSCN0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347194913030578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBn9n_AbI/AAAAAAAACiE/1-WQowPIDZQ/s400/DSCN0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBoKWW9pI/AAAAAAAACiM/vmQVynT13Z4/s1600/DSCN0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347198328764050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrBoKWW9pI/AAAAAAAACiM/vmQVynT13Z4/s400/DSCN0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weechong, Ryan, Louis, Jackie and I.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played Truth and Dare then, it was damn hilarious. There were the prank call Joie did, Jerende having to kiss Ryan's nipple, Sharon having to kiss Minyuan's nose for 5 seconds, Louis having to go to the middle of the pool and swing his shirt around and shouting 'I love Ris Low! Shingz! Boomz!', Farah having to hug Jackie for 10 seconds(where all of us purposly counted halfway and recounted), and I forgot what other dares there are. Much laughters! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB6TiuUTI/AAAAAAAACic/P8FlEYsc5kI/s1600/DSCN0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347510034190642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB6TiuUTI/AAAAAAAACic/P8FlEYsc5kI/s400/DSCN0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB6ivRIGI/AAAAAAAACik/xKvvngIPzyc/s1600/DSCN0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347514113335394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB6ivRIGI/AAAAAAAACik/xKvvngIPzyc/s400/DSCN0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan, Louis, Zhaoyu, Weechong and I.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the game, changed to black and all of us went down the pool. Stupid Weechong kept splashing water at me. Laughs. Competed with clique to see who can stay down in the water for the longest amount of time, and none of us did it as we kept ending up laughing. ;) Stayed in the pool with the guys until the guard came and called us all up. And in the end, the guard stood there to watch us. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF1nzCtDI/AAAAAAAACjE/GlmeUpTvXiI/s1600/DSCN0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407351827618509874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF1nzCtDI/AAAAAAAACjE/GlmeUpTvXiI/s400/DSCN0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF10Zzi8I/AAAAAAAACjM/BjHpDWFdOxs/s1600/DSCN0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407351831002319810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF10Zzi8I/AAAAAAAACjM/BjHpDWFdOxs/s400/DSCN0149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minyuan and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF2QwmNMI/AAAAAAAACjc/qZq0XFzBQDY/s1600/DSCN0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407351838614107330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF2QwmNMI/AAAAAAAACjc/qZq0XFzBQDY/s400/DSCN0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF1QiRFlI/AAAAAAAACi8/baHRS7xJ9pg/s1600/DSCN0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407351821374133842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrF1QiRFlI/AAAAAAAACi8/baHRS7xJ9pg/s400/DSCN0137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB5-zNNLI/AAAAAAAACiU/kbNQJ-UfLmc/s1600/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407347504466179250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrB5-zNNLI/AAAAAAAACiU/kbNQJ-UfLmc/s400/DSCN0121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGYfwpb9I/AAAAAAAACj8/ahj6MEMG1CQ/s1600/DSCN0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407352426756403154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGYfwpb9I/AAAAAAAACj8/ahj6MEMG1CQ/s400/DSCN0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGYr-zLwI/AAAAAAAACkE/5zZRhcOp7LQ/s1600/DSCN0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407352430036987650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGYr-zLwI/AAAAAAAACkE/5zZRhcOp7LQ/s400/DSCN0131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGX3pJ6pI/AAAAAAAACjs/9X9-mlnO2v8/s1600/DSCN0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407352415987559058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGX3pJ6pI/AAAAAAAACjs/9X9-mlnO2v8/s400/DSCN0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbequed for awhile more, then changed and everyone went home. Thanks Minyuan for asking your mum to fetch me home. :) Reached home, had my bath, and then came online. My phone suddenly died on me, as in really died, not that there are no batteries. So yes, don't text me from now on, cause I won't be able to reply. I don't know when I'll be getting my new phone, so when that day comes, I'll be sure to inform you again. :) All in all, I had a great day with all of them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGYCo_U6I/AAAAAAAACj0/5OQuQ1XNNH8/s1600/DSCN0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407352418939655074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwrGYCo_U6I/AAAAAAAACj0/5OQuQ1XNNH8/s400/DSCN0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4421093682609195912?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4421093682609195912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4421093682609195912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4421093682609195912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4421093682609195912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-barbeque.html' title='Class barbeque.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Swq6B7OfwHI/AAAAAAAACdc/SZNoqZpZz-A/s72-c/DSCN0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5061214877772133530</id><published>2009-11-22T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:10:15.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The belief in a thing makes it happen.</title><content type='html'>To Suntec with my Brother yesterday, to meet Mum, Sis and Aunt. Had our dinner, which totally took up all the space in my tummy. Shopped around then, saw the cosplay. I wonder why people have such hobbies. They have no gains, just expenses! They have to spend like a whole lot of money on the costumes and stuffs, but what do they gain? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to the IT fair. Looked around for my camera. Finally I decided on Nikon Coolpix S70, and it's red in colour! What's more, it has the touchscreen function. Very pretty, I like. :) But, $549 flew away.. Queued for a very long period of time with Brother's companion. We watched the &lt;em&gt;Liang po po&lt;/em&gt; show with his phone, and I laughed very, very, loudly. And I swear my feet ached from the long period of standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Brother tested me on 2 IQ questions and pathetically, I couldn't figure out the answer for both. So yes, my IQ is..... Oh well, class bbq tomorrow. Looking forward to it! There would be many photos posted up the day after! And epee, am meeting Love tomorrow afternoon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5061214877772133530?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5061214877772133530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5061214877772133530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5061214877772133530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5061214877772133530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/belief-in-thing-makes-it-happen.html' title='The belief in a thing makes it happen.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1325282373257246817</id><published>2009-11-20T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:57:02.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's lying, you're crying, there's nothing left to salvage.</title><content type='html'>Slept at 2plus last night, and wokeup at 8plus this morning. Am so very tired, but I couldn't go back to sleep. I remember counting number and sheeps, trying to bore myself to sleep last night, as my eyes kept being wide open and my mind kept overflowing with things. However I kept losing count and end up restarting all over again. I counted from 1 to 500, and 600+ sheeps. Eventually, I've no idea how, I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, watched Tv this morning and then used the com. My tummy feels kind of weird now, I wonder what's wrong with it. Is it sick? Oh no..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1325282373257246817?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1325282373257246817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1325282373257246817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1325282373257246817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1325282373257246817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-lying-youre-crying-theres-nothing.html' title='He&apos;s lying, you&apos;re crying, there&apos;s nothing left to salvage.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-8689188566596834966</id><published>2009-11-19T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:55:39.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's better when you're here, when you're near.</title><content type='html'>Glad that I was able to sleep the moment I lay on my bed last night. Wokeup in the afternoon, and it rained heavily. I've always wanted to complete something, but I have no idea if I don't have the heart to do it or that I am lazy to, or that I've not enough determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't want to breakup with him. It seems so stupid, to finally find someone you really care about, only to let them go."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so? It is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-8689188566596834966?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/8689188566596834966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=8689188566596834966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8689188566596834966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8689188566596834966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-better-when-youre-here-when-youre.html' title='It&apos;s better when you&apos;re here, when you&apos;re near.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4633745411614496812</id><published>2009-11-18T15:49:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:34:13.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stfu, dear girl.</title><content type='html'>Photos from the 16th. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwPCZ_YI0SI/AAAAAAAACaU/d5KSH2aYeeQ/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; 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and &lt;em&gt;The Brave One&lt;/em&gt; yesterday afternoon. Both shows are touching and sad, especially &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;. Yesterday was an emotional day perhaps, tears flowed out easily. Well today, is Mum's birthday. Will be having dinner out later on. November is coming to an end just after next week. Fast isn't it? Oh and Yuan will be back today. Epee, I missed her lot. :) Nothing much for the day, so shall end here. &lt;em&gt;Cheerup and smile, Min and Adeline.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thought of you instead of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-3240068629259589279?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/3240068629259589279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=3240068629259589279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3240068629259589279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3240068629259589279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='Happy birthday Mum.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6567071140264373484</id><published>2009-11-17T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:27:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"They say depression is an incredible sadness, an unbearable mental pain. No, it doesn't have to be so dramatic. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's nothing more than feeling tired. Tired of life.&lt;/em&gt; In therapy they tell you to remember that the bad spells pass. That things do get better, that things don't stay the same. I can't see how this is supposed to help. &lt;em&gt;Ultimately everything ends with death.&lt;/em&gt; Things might get better for awhile, but &lt;em&gt;eventually you'll go back to being nothing, with all the pain and suffering&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, agree, no? Sometimes it's nothing more than feeling tired. I like that. Suddenly I'm feeling so tired, I wanna sleep for a long, long, time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6567071140264373484?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6567071140264373484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6567071140264373484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6567071140264373484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6567071140264373484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-im-stupid.html' title='I think I&apos;m stupid.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-3150834710734775729</id><published>2009-11-16T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:31:52.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out.</title><content type='html'>Jes and Min those pigs, made me wait for them for so long cause they overslept. Laughs. But it's all right, as I've the companion of my boyfriend. :) Love accompanied me to wait for them both, while we sat somewhere in Westmall. Missed him much. To Bugis once they arrived. Thanks Love for sending me there and went off alone, just to keep me company. Loveyou. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Min, Jes and I walked and shopped, walked and shopped, walked and shopped. And they're like kids, as they kept chasing each other around that mall. Had a short break at Kfc, ate cheese fries. :) Soon it drizzled, while we continued walking and shopping. Laughs. I think we cute, cause we walked with the same feet combination with our arms locked together. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back to Batok, baded goodbyes, then went separate ways. Walked back home, had dinner, then came online. Somehow, am excited for the class bbq next week. :) And now, I'm missing Love again. Also yes, I have a cute boyfriend. Hahaha. He scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: Dearah I got 1 good news and 1 bad news. You want hear which 1 first?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bad first!&lt;br /&gt;Love: I miss you liao...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the good news is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: I miss you leh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I miss you too. My adorable boy, who made me laugh after reading it. :) Hmm, I shall end this post here. Goodnight readers. Will upload the photos when I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-3150834710734775729?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/3150834710734775729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=3150834710734775729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3150834710734775729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3150834710734775729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-out.html' title='Day out.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-8994546982895347974</id><published>2009-11-16T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:31:31.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwC5dRILgKI/AAAAAAAACaM/Ntekezj2p3E/s1600/Photo053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404523465309651106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwC5dRILgKI/AAAAAAAACaM/Ntekezj2p3E/s320/Photo053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, yesterday night after dinner, walked to Westmall with Brother. K, I practically ran, cause he walks so fast. I bet he did that purposly, cause he kept saying my legs are short! And I'm happy at the fact that my height has reached his chin. Laughs! Well anyway, waited for him to have his haircut, afterwhich we went in the theatre. Brother treated me popcorn, hee! Cause I kept complaining that it's a 2hours and 37minutes show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012. IT WAS SUCH AN EXTREMELY, AND TREMENDOUSLY AWESOME SHOW! Mygod, it's so a must watch man. The show's very sad, I cried at like so many parts. You know, the saddest thing is to say goodbye to the one you love...especially when you can't get to see each other. Gosh, the show is a &lt;strong&gt;must watch&lt;/strong&gt;! Seriously. I want to watch again leh! I love the yellow stone, it's so nice. Aiya, the show is god damn nice. :( The funny part after the movie is, it ended at exactly after 2hours and 37minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with Brother, read my book, then slept. Meeting Love, Jes and Min later on. Epee! Hope it doesn't rain. It looks like it's going to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-8994546982895347974?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/8994546982895347974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=8994546982895347974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8994546982895347974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8994546982895347974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SwC5dRILgKI/AAAAAAAACaM/Ntekezj2p3E/s72-c/Photo053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1867312239159040235</id><published>2009-11-15T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:54:51.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave. That's why, I feared that you would.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sv_P2sz6YuI/AAAAAAAACaE/aG8d85S196Q/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404266616516666082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sv_P2sz6YuI/AAAAAAAACaE/aG8d85S196Q/s320/DSC00285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie tonight with Brother, 2012. Man, the show actually lasts for 2 and a half hours! So excited for the show. Though I don't really believe that the world's going to end at 2012, but I can't rule out the possibility that it would happen. Well, what's going to happen will eventually happen. Can't see into the future anyway, can I? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to meet Mum at Westmall just now. Koufu, where we quenched our thirst. I saw a really hot guy there, ohmygod. I wanted to scream so bad lor! Laughs. Accompanied Mum to buy groceries then, helped to carry. Walked home, and I came online. Movie's at 8, will have dinner before I go. Shall stop here. Am gonna have my butt stuck to the seat for more than 2 hours later on. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"That's it. He had enough of me. He decided to leave. He walked through that door and suddenly, ever so suddenly, I felt empty. Hollow. I realize this pain is worse than anything I could ever imagine. Worse than the deepest depression."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1867312239159040235?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1867312239159040235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1867312239159040235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1867312239159040235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1867312239159040235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/leave-thats-why-i-feared-that-you-would.html' title='Leave. That&apos;s why, I feared that you would.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sv_P2sz6YuI/AAAAAAAACaE/aG8d85S196Q/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7222156712161146688</id><published>2009-11-14T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:07:36.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 11th Month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sv65U3B5SqI/AAAAAAAACZ0/lBRvKA3Qa2k/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403960370911595170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sv65U3B5SqI/AAAAAAAACZ0/lBRvKA3Qa2k/s320/DSC00377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, I didn't get my sleep last night. Ha.. As usual, read my book, then watched Tv. Woke my Mum up around 2am just because there was a cockroach wandering around the kitchen, ._. Well, got nagged for not sleeping of course. Was to go to bed immediately then. However I just couldn't get to sleep. You know how annoying it is to be lying on your bed, looking at the ceiling, trying so hard to get to sleep, but just couldn't? Well oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Tv for the whole afternoon today, while Brother came in to disturb me once in a while. Laughs, I realise we like to pinch each other. Out to 283 for dinner in the evening then, whole family! :) To the furniture shop afterthat, shopped for sofas. Finally we get to change our sofa, it's old and the leather broke already. This time round, it's red! Nice, I like. But changed the material to leather, cause of Tang. :( And there's this part where I saw this very beautiful sofa, and sat on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Wa, very shuang~ (turns to my right), &lt;strong&gt;WA!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my brother was laughing and laughing non stop at my reaction and expression. And when I thought of what I just did, I laughed along. We were laughing continuously for minutes. Hahaha. I turned to my right, and I saw the price - a thousand dollars. And yes, my reaction was hilarious, much less my expression. Hmm, back home then, came online. That's how my day's spent. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7222156712161146688?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7222156712161146688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7222156712161146688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7222156712161146688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7222156712161146688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-11th-month.html' title='Happy 11th Month.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sv65U3B5SqI/AAAAAAAACZ0/lBRvKA3Qa2k/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1977921298565176924</id><published>2009-11-13T12:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:05:15.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After much waiting, after much failure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403462612160289842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svz0nfLrHDI/AAAAAAAACZc/X9qNeLYnD5s/s320/Photo052.jpg" /&gt;Sorry for the rather negative post yesterday, and thanks Qing, Jes, and Sherlly for talking to me about it. You're right Qing, Love me for who I am, not what I have. I'll bear that in mind, :) And Jes, I was so touched when I read your tags. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403462599566423394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svz0mwRD9WI/AAAAAAAACZU/gcXy-_YPXP0/s320/190320091605.jpg" /&gt;So, had been reading my book last night then to watching the Tv while texting with Jian. Boring much. Wokeup early today, and used the com immediately. Waiting for the upcoming events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie with Brother, 2012.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our 11th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out with Bffl next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class bbq on the 23rd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum's birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister's birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bbq/overnight with relatives, 27th to ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am exceptionally excited for the movie, and the outing with Bffl. And I wonder when my camera will come to me. Probably soon I guess, :) Will be getting a new phone at December. Wanted Satio actually, but only the camera function is best about the phone.. So I think getting a camera would be more practical than getting a thousand dollar phone. Yes it does look very nice, but still, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403462614504366738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svz0nn6i4pI/AAAAAAAACZk/nH_GwiWXD4c/s320/Photo562.jpg" /&gt;Before I end this post... Don't you think that the world is unfair? With some people born ugly and some born pretty, some born rich and some born poor, some born smart and some born stupid... It isn't fair, is it? People say, there's an after-life. Do you believe in that? Frankly speaking, there's no absolute comfirmation about such stuffs therefore I don't believe in it. But sometimes it just gets me thinking; what if there really is such thing as an after-life? I think it's kind of miserable actually, if there is. Why must we live 2 times? It's unfair.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So many things I want to say, but sometimes I can't find the right words. And a lot of times...I say the wrong ones.&lt;/blockquote&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/7155068839238991644-1977921298565176924?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1977921298565176924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1977921298565176924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1977921298565176924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1977921298565176924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-much-waiting-after-much-failure.html' title='After much waiting, after much failure.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svz0nfLrHDI/AAAAAAAACZc/X9qNeLYnD5s/s72-c/Photo052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5443655063145391183</id><published>2009-11-12T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:43:20.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to catch my breath.</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes... I really feel very pathetic. It's like, yeah, extremely pathetic. You see, I'm a girl. Who doesn't know how to swim. Who doesn't know how to dance. Who doesn't know how to cycle. Who doesn't know how to rollerblade. Who doesn't know how to iceskate. Who doesn't know how to sing. Who doesn't have sense of directions. Who doesn't know who/the names of the famous people. Who doesn't have much freedom. Who doesn't have the looks/figure. Who doesn't have the money. Isn't that, pathetic for someone like me. To the extent some people even said I didn't live before. Ha. I'm really pathetic eh? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to ask why would anyone fall in love with me, someone who doesn't have freedom/money/looks/figure/anything else? Actually, I don't know either. Why would my boyfriend love me when I lack of so many things other girls might have? I've no idea. But yeah, there are so many girls out there who have all that I don't. And sometimes...I do envy them. I do. That is why, I'm always insecure. I judge myself harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403119412173384450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svu8enmcqwI/AAAAAAAACY0/xs05yUSJW5c/s320/DSC00213.jpg" /&gt;K, ranted enough. Didn't sleep last night as I couldn't. Got nagged by Mum early in the morning. Well, watched Tv and came online. Forced myself to take a few mouthfuls of food Mum bought for me. I really don't have the appetite. Much leftovers, but I couldn't force it down my throat no more. I've no idea what to do now. I'm tired and bored. Am wanting to buy stuffs to pamper myself cause I'm down, but no money to. Am wanting to head out and have fun, but am not allowed to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They head for the crowd, while I head away from it. I don't want to talk to anyone. And I'm pretty sure.. No one really wants to talk to me. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5443655063145391183?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5443655063145391183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5443655063145391183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5443655063145391183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5443655063145391183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-catch-my-breath.html' title='I need to catch my breath.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svu8enmcqwI/AAAAAAAACY0/xs05yUSJW5c/s72-c/DSC00213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4025054459714795115</id><published>2009-11-11T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:56:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some bonds just can't be broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svp8JAs8KyI/AAAAAAAACYs/63mY_iupAeU/s1600-h/P3120511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402767197233490722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svp8JAs8KyI/AAAAAAAACYs/63mY_iupAeU/s320/P3120511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, I'm so tired now. Was reading my book and watching Tv last night, and slept at 3Am. Wouldn't be able to get to sleep earlier anyway.. Woke up at 11 today, spent my time away by watching Tv. And I really hate it when my mense come. I've no idea why my body is so weak that without fail, those cramps will torture me with tremendous pain. Then I'll have no choice but to pop in those hotpink, green and orange pills to relieve the pain. But usually it just gets only a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry now I could eat a whole whale, but the pain results in the loss of my appetite. Mum had bought icecream home last night, and I planned to have it today. And now I couldn't. I'm blue, but there's nothing to cheer me up. By the way, did I mention that the horoscope readings on Facebook is very accurate? Sometimes it really does fit into my condition and my feelings. Yes absolutely, communication is going to be important to me for romance. Well, it always is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Was it hard? Letting go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real."&lt;br /&gt;"How you did it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just decided." &lt;/blockquote&gt;Is letting go of someone you really love that easy? Just a mere decision? Letting go of someone you truly love with your whole heart? That every bit of you that had already been stolen away from the one you love. That your mind just couldn't get that someone off for even just a second, that your body just wants to get close, get near him. That all the time you couldn't get to see him, you miss him so much you really want to embrace him tight the moment you see him but. You know he ain't yours anymore. And you couldn't do it. But can you do it, letting go?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4025054459714795115?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4025054459714795115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4025054459714795115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4025054459714795115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4025054459714795115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-bonds-just-cant-be-broken.html' title='Some bonds just can&apos;t be broken.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svp8JAs8KyI/AAAAAAAACYs/63mY_iupAeU/s72-c/P3120511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-275832461574525522</id><published>2009-11-10T16:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:13:18.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To overcome fear takes courage, endurance, and guts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvkqWQD59nI/AAAAAAAACYk/7pdX9TM2YTM/s1600-h/P3120513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402395789764458098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvkqWQD59nI/AAAAAAAACYk/7pdX9TM2YTM/s320/P3120513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched Tv last night, slept late. I really like cuddling the elephant and bearbear to sleep. I recalled having quite a number of dreams, but I couldn't remember the details. Well, watched Tv this morning and came online. I wanted to sign in to twitter initially, but I realise I had forgotten the email and password. Hence, removed it. Funny how I created it just days ago and I'm abandoning it now. Msn with Qing in the afternoon then, and we find this so absolutely true. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Agree, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you blame yourself for his faults.&lt;br /&gt;When no matter how mad you are with him, you forgive him the moment you see him.&lt;br /&gt;When you wish he was there to comfort you when you cry, even though you're crying because of him.&lt;br /&gt;When you miss a date with him and you feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel that everything is unfair but still go with it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't even know what you're doing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is it when you love someone, that's how it's supposed to be? Hmm anyway, I'm so hungry now. But I'm fat already. Eat/dont eat?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-275832461574525522?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/275832461574525522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=275832461574525522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/275832461574525522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/275832461574525522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-overcome-fear-takes-courage.html' title='To overcome fear takes courage, endurance, and guts.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvkqWQD59nI/AAAAAAAACYk/7pdX9TM2YTM/s72-c/P3120513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1367570305789216745</id><published>2009-11-09T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:40:27.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted.</title><content type='html'>It's getting me crazy, I have to blog this out. I'm so pissed off. Ohmygosh. I don't understand why people just have this thinking that people who dye their hair, have tattoos, have multiple ear piercings, or hurl vulgarities, must be gangsters/paikias. What the fuck is with that thinking? Childish. It's god damn childish to have that thinking. So, those who wanna step one big, step one lian/beng, have to dye their hair, have tattoos if they have the guts to, have multiple ear piercings, and hurl lots of vulgarities when they're outside, or dealing with the people they do not like, so as to deem themselves as lians/bengs to make people scared? Oh please, what generation is it already. What for do this type of things, what for make yourself seem bigger/hold more power/scarier than others? What for make your appearance sucks so much? Think that having people deeming you as a lian/beng is a very cool thing, very nice cause people will be afraid of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god damn it please, you're just proving that you're a fucking shit ass immature kid. If you want to have that kind of appearance, so that you can glare at others or find people trouble for nothing. You're lousy. Really, so damn lousy. Well actually from the start, you're already as lousy as you are to do such lame things at the age of thirteen. You, chio? OHMYGOSH?! Like seriously, if you are, no one else in the world is pretty already. I'm not trying to say that I'm pretty, but at least I know I am prettier than you are. You, scary? Ha, big joke. I'm not the least bit scared of you. You don't even dare to talk to me previously already, need I say more? You just aims at people aged younger than you, or on the same level as you. To worsen it, you're just a fucking noob girl trying to gain attention. Trying to get into the good books of people older than you, just so that you can have &lt;em&gt;backups&lt;/em&gt;, if that is what you call it. Am I not right to say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up girl, take a look at this world. There're still so much things you haven't even see. You think by knowing a lot of vulgarities and hurling them, you're fantastic, please think again. You think by knowing a number of &lt;em&gt;hokkien words, &lt;/em&gt;you're a pro, please think again. You think by bootlicking people and by knowing many people, you have the world, please think again. You think by going around finding people trouble, you're on the top, please think again. You will sink to the bottom. Just wait. Cause what comes around goes around. Stop your childish acts, they are so outdated. Till when you grow up and you look back at your past, you'll know how stupid, how immature, and how foolish you are. Till you know how to be terrorists, then call yourself someone whom people will be afraid of all right. But still, terrorists do get their outcomes. So you are just a nobody. Yes, nobody. Just, a plain attention seeker. And I'm totally disgusted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1367570305789216745?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1367570305789216745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1367570305789216745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1367570305789216745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1367570305789216745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-4430559529426726588</id><published>2009-11-09T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:22:36.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanted to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svgk9m75s-I/AAAAAAAACYc/wFerDZm6JxY/s1600-h/27-10-09_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402108393873322978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svgk9m75s-I/AAAAAAAACYc/wFerDZm6JxY/s320/27-10-09_1406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent the whole of today watching television. Mood is low. Am gonna be staying at home this whole week. Which means boredom. Nothing else, so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do feel this way sometimes. Laughs. Negative? But still, life is just filled with nasty things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's just this pain, this unbearable mental pain - often it's your body too, and every part of you hurts. But you don't really care about your body, it's your mind. Every thought hurts like hell. Everything you see is awful, twisted, pointless. And the worst - the worst of it is yourself. You realize you are the most ghastly person in the world, the most hideous, inside and out. And you just want to escape, you just want to get rid of yourself, to shut out the world and yourself, forever. And death is the only option left because you've been through this time and time again, thought and thought about trying to change yourself, the way you think, the way you behave, the way you live. Yet it always comes back to this - the fact that you just don't want to be alive."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-4430559529426726588?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/4430559529426726588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=4430559529426726588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4430559529426726588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/4430559529426726588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-wanted-to-know.html' title='You wanted to know.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Svgk9m75s-I/AAAAAAAACYc/wFerDZm6JxY/s72-c/27-10-09_1406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6883345430983805108</id><published>2009-11-08T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:48:17.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They head for the crowd, I stayed away from it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbLAam6qfI/AAAAAAAACYU/b9uuJGHDtmg/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401728011080477170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbLAam6qfI/AAAAAAAACYU/b9uuJGHDtmg/s320/Image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;What dreams may come &lt;/em&gt;last night, and it was so touching. It's a nice show. Well, started off the day with a terrible headache. And this headache had been sticking throughout today in me. Watched Tv, then got so bored when there are no shows at all to watch. In the end, Mum brought me out to Mac for lunch, then to Westmall. Shopped around, accompanied her to buy groceries, then headed home. Watched Tv again, then out for dinner with parents and Sis at Gombak. Oh well...shall post the photos I took with Min and Li on the 6th. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 6th, we watched &lt;em&gt;Untraceable. &lt;/em&gt;A very nice show, gosh. Camwhored. Photos shall speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJnruNnzI/AAAAAAAACXE/LVuAm8SiDEI/s1600-h/06-11-09_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401726486666125106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJnruNnzI/AAAAAAAACXE/LVuAm8SiDEI/s320/06-11-09_1711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJnwNj51I/AAAAAAAACXM/t2rpsCccKjg/s1600-h/06-11-09_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401726487871350610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJnwNj51I/AAAAAAAACXM/t2rpsCccKjg/s320/06-11-09_1712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJoUJEVrI/AAAAAAAACXU/JjoZxxT2M9w/s1600-h/06-11-09_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401726497516181170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJoUJEVrI/AAAAAAAACXU/JjoZxxT2M9w/s320/06-11-09_1715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJoXPIT-I/AAAAAAAACXc/_quriqSi9_o/s1600-h/06-11-09_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; 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HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401726504196682898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbJotB0tJI/AAAAAAAACXk/60OBLzUnU4c/s320/06-11-09_1718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbKl6WAW4I/AAAAAAAACXs/Ejfu0YX3ej4/s1600-h/06-11-09_1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401727555743013762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbKl6WAW4I/AAAAAAAACXs/Ejfu0YX3ej4/s320/06-11-09_1719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbKmqCW4LI/AAAAAAAACYE/lXSVdt2DWy4/s1600-h/06-11-09_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401727568545505458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbKmqCW4LI/AAAAAAAACYE/lXSVdt2DWy4/s320/06-11-09_1726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbKm1Ax8uI/AAAAAAAACYM/0jMUNd5B09Y/s1600-h/06-11-09_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401727571491680994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbKm1Ax8uI/AAAAAAAACYM/0jMUNd5B09Y/s320/06-11-09_1727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6883345430983805108?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6883345430983805108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6883345430983805108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6883345430983805108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6883345430983805108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-head-for-crowd-i-stayed-away-from.html' title='They head for the crowd, I stayed away from it.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvbLAam6qfI/AAAAAAAACYU/b9uuJGHDtmg/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-3073506086520339276</id><published>2009-11-07T21:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:54:54.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Sharon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAGn1tFuI/AAAAAAAACTs/UYuH7ldJIGc/s1600-h/Photo561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364179362584290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAGn1tFuI/AAAAAAAACTs/UYuH7ldJIGc/s320/Photo561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAGRZk9pI/AAAAAAAACTk/enJn_L1iPgo/s1600-h/Photo562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364173339031186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAGRZk9pI/AAAAAAAACTk/enJn_L1iPgo/s320/Photo562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clique photos! Hee, I love my clique. :D Girlfriend Sharon, Happy birthday! Hahaha. Hope you enjoyed today. Love you to the max. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokeup early, prepared and headed out at 11.30. Waited for Love outside Mac, and he bought the large coke for me. Hehehe. To 14th storey, slacked till 12.30 then walked over to the interchange to meet Yuan and Li with Love. Li was actually sitting infront of me, yet I didn't recognise her! Laughs. Yuan came soon after, and we went over to Jurong Point. I forced Love to accompany me there, :D :D. But, he went off very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAHBltrmI/AAAAAAAACT0/E4BeOuFJkUE/s1600-h/Photo521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364186274836066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAHBltrmI/AAAAAAAACT0/E4BeOuFJkUE/s320/Photo521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAHaipORI/AAAAAAAACT8/myWb7rLI2CU/s1600-h/Photo524.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCGbHsIMI/AAAAAAAACVM/lT5eVBKv6Vg/s1600-h/Photo540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401366374971613378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCGbHsIMI/AAAAAAAACVM/lT5eVBKv6Vg/s320/Photo540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAH6BuH1I/AAAAAAAACUE/Kcroc2wH4Hc/s1600-h/Photo527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364201424691026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAH6BuH1I/AAAAAAAACUE/Kcroc2wH4Hc/s320/Photo527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA-okY5dI/AAAAAAAACUs/jSKytSWe_mM/s1600-h/Photo533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401365141631067602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA-okY5dI/AAAAAAAACUs/jSKytSWe_mM/s320/Photo533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCGgVWHsI/AAAAAAAACVU/Z8sAENv8W0c/s1600-h/Photo541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401366376371068610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCGgVWHsI/AAAAAAAACVU/Z8sAENv8W0c/s320/Photo541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC8ufXv4I/AAAAAAAACVk/isNKKrcfJVk/s1600-h/Photo543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401367307884150658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC8ufXv4I/AAAAAAAACVk/isNKKrcfJVk/s320/Photo543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC8NW_PRI/AAAAAAAACVc/D3CFRttxxmw/s1600-h/Photo542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401367298990619922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC8NW_PRI/AAAAAAAACVc/D3CFRttxxmw/s320/Photo542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCFTEwvkI/AAAAAAAACU0/i6KSiflCxzg/s1600-h/Photo535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401366355631980098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCFTEwvkI/AAAAAAAACU0/i6KSiflCxzg/s320/Photo535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA9Ft6ZhI/AAAAAAAACUM/QiSVIfhmG18/s1600-h/Photo528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401365115095901714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA9Ft6ZhI/AAAAAAAACUM/QiSVIfhmG18/s320/Photo528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA9STzfwI/AAAAAAAACUU/Lvz8dBpXmNU/s1600-h/Photo529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA91HUpRI/AAAAAAAACUc/5RNcwP5SWws/s1600-h/Photo530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401365127818945810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA91HUpRI/AAAAAAAACUc/5RNcwP5SWws/s320/Photo530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA-QwZG2I/AAAAAAAACUk/mVjmIF5dRkQ/s1600-h/Photo531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401365135238962018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWA-QwZG2I/AAAAAAAACUk/mVjmIF5dRkQ/s320/Photo531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC8ufXv4I/AAAAAAAACVk/isNKKrcfJVk/s1600-h/Photo543.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC8NW_PRI/AAAAAAAACVc/D3CFRttxxmw/s1600-h/Photo542.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC9IAT5zI/AAAAAAAACVs/0H7bF9tUKZo/s1600-h/Photo544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401367314733197106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC9IAT5zI/AAAAAAAACVs/0H7bF9tUKZo/s320/Photo544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC9Z6-NvI/AAAAAAAACV0/B8WowIoJNWs/s1600-h/Photo547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401367319542642418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC9Z6-NvI/AAAAAAAACV0/B8WowIoJNWs/s320/Photo547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus the 3 of us started decorating the cake. Our first time doing so, rather screwed but still nice. :) Lost count of how much time we spent there on the cake. To Lot1 after we're done with the cake, then called Qing to come over. Settled at a void deck, lighted the candles, sang the birthday song, and the birthday girl made her wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC9o2d8vI/AAAAAAAACV8/Fgxi-IqRKx4/s1600-h/Photo548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401367323550282482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWC9o2d8vI/AAAAAAAACV8/Fgxi-IqRKx4/s320/Photo548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD3ieXapI/AAAAAAAACWE/BoNcY9saTy8/s1600-h/Photo554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401368318270990994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD3ieXapI/AAAAAAAACWE/BoNcY9saTy8/s320/Photo554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD39EDnqI/AAAAAAAACWM/72NDI3d-OBQ/s1600-h/Photo553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401368325408399010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD39EDnqI/AAAAAAAACWM/72NDI3d-OBQ/s320/Photo553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD4Yx4o4I/AAAAAAAACWU/b8H0zdTRDHI/s1600-h/Photo555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401368332848374658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD4Yx4o4I/AAAAAAAACWU/b8H0zdTRDHI/s320/Photo555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD4kFPu7I/AAAAAAAACWc/_RcfCylHzds/s1600-h/Photo556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401368335882369970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD4kFPu7I/AAAAAAAACWc/_RcfCylHzds/s320/Photo556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD5GM_ASI/AAAAAAAACWk/QmNkJ14j5WQ/s1600-h/Photo557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401368345041633570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWD5GM_ASI/AAAAAAAACWk/QmNkJ14j5WQ/s320/Photo557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWElIcvW_I/AAAAAAAACWs/8tYBwUWv7sE/s1600-h/Photo558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401369101558832114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWElIcvW_I/AAAAAAAACWs/8tYBwUWv7sE/s320/Photo558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way she made wishes was simply hilarious. Well, we sliced the cake into 4, and each of us ate 1. :D All of us ate in style, as we didn't have the forks. Laughs! Chatted awhile after we've finished eating, then walked back to Lot1. To the arcade, walked around. I WANT THAT FREAKING ELMO TOYTOY. :( It's so adorable. SO SO ADOABLE. AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCFuR6pqI/AAAAAAAACU8/Lu64ORrxFSg/s1600-h/Photo536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401366362934912674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCFuR6pqI/AAAAAAAACU8/Lu64ORrxFSg/s320/Photo536.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCGEy3YII/AAAAAAAACVE/6_5l8X1B-hQ/s1600-h/Photo538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401366368978690178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWCGEy3YII/AAAAAAAACVE/6_5l8X1B-hQ/s320/Photo538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, I didn't have that of course. Hahaha. We then chanced upon this machine whereby there is this hello kitty softoy which is very cute. And so, Qing and Yuan spent so many one dollars on the machine, just to get that softoy! But sadly, even though some of the tries were very close to winning, we didn't get it for Qing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWElTgTN_I/AAAAAAAACW0/9USU3afA8Es/s1600-h/Photo559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401369104526555122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWElTgTN_I/AAAAAAAACW0/9USU3afA8Es/s320/Photo559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWElkLiWBI/AAAAAAAACW8/eGIv51UTPp8/s1600-h/Photo560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401369109002868754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWElkLiWBI/AAAAAAAACW8/eGIv51UTPp8/s320/Photo560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around the arcade, then took neoprints together. Clique, clique, clique. HAPPY. :D We spent a great deal of time decorating it. Shopped around Lot1 afterthat. Qing and Yuan bought this elephanty softoy at Minitoons for me. :D, and now whenever I see it, I'll laugh and laugh! I really wanted that you know. Hehehe. :D Trained back home with clique, while we went our separate ways after bading goodbye. :D HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHARON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To grandma's with Dad, after fetching Sis and Bro. Had dinner there. Was so bored there, but I kept laughing to myself at the thought of the elephanty. :D I shall name it &lt;em&gt;Noob&lt;/em&gt;. Such a fabulous name, ain't it?! :D I shall stop this post here, will blog again tomorrow! I'm so happy now and I think this post is filled with smiley faces. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-3073506086520339276?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/3073506086520339276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=3073506086520339276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3073506086520339276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/3073506086520339276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-sharon.html' title='Happy birthday Sharon!'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvWAGn1tFuI/AAAAAAAACTs/UYuH7ldJIGc/s72-c/Photo561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1424036900362152417</id><published>2009-11-05T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:42:21.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you so much till, I don't know how to describe further on.</title><content type='html'>So, upcoming events are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Li coming over to accompany me tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qing's birthday on 7th, celebrating with clique! (Looking forward, 1st clique gathering. Heh.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Class bbq on 23rd, definitely fun-filled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bbq again on 27th/28th, with relatives. Celebration for birthdays as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much of events anyway. Told you my life is getting boring. Laughs. Am really looking forward to this Saturday, as it would be a whole clique, the four of us, going out together for the first time. True though, during recess and all we would be together. But it's going to be different this time. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I bet Love's having a terrible time now cause of his tooth. Hee. Who ask him always bully me! Now he got his retribution. Hohoho. Oh I'm just kidding, of course I wouldn't be so mean to him. I love him so much, :D Haha, hope your tooth gets well as soon as possible dear. I'll shower it with lots of love. Ha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1424036900362152417?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1424036900362152417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1424036900362152417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1424036900362152417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1424036900362152417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-you-so-much-till-i-dont-know-how.html' title='Love you so much till, I don&apos;t know how to describe further on.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1986776110763908421</id><published>2009-11-05T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:44:13.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future lies ahead...in your hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvJa0nlB83I/AAAAAAAACTM/WXoXr1XKE9Y/s1600-h/P2070482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400478763194643314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvJa0nlB83I/AAAAAAAACTM/WXoXr1XKE9Y/s320/P2070482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was planning to go to bed at 12.45 last night, but I just couldn't get to sleep no matter how I try. I do not even know what's in my mind. And this morning, while I was dreaming... The Starhub guy came up to my house and repeatedly knocked on my window and door, causing me to wake. And now I don't even know what my dream is about. :( It was 9.30AM for goodness sake, if I wasn't woken up, I could have slept till now. Couldn't get back to sleep then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this sudden downpour. Thinking back, it's been raining these few days haven't it. Cooling indeed, but it made the surrounding dark. I'm not quite someone who likes the dark. Well, am in a foul mood nowadays as well. Finding fault with everyone who gets on my nerves.. Also, am having a great appetite nowadays. I wonder how fat I'll be growing into, and how much weight I'll put on, a week from now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited @ 4.41PM,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I'll be able to use the com during the night, so am blogging now. I had just stuffed myself with seaweeds and cute little biscuits. See what I mean when I stay home? I just keep getting hungry. This is so bad. And I'm so desperate for money cause... I wanna pamper myself. :( Mood has been very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1986776110763908421?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1986776110763908421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1986776110763908421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1986776110763908421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1986776110763908421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/future-lies-aheadin-your-hands.html' title='The future lies ahead...in your hands.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvJa0nlB83I/AAAAAAAACTM/WXoXr1XKE9Y/s72-c/P2070482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2170652195705489039</id><published>2009-11-04T22:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:39:54.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me something you don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGd1of3tSI/AAAAAAAACTE/a4XHSCOAPTk/s1600-h/04112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270972923655458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGd1of3tSI/AAAAAAAACTE/a4XHSCOAPTk/s320/04112009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to school at 11 with Qing and Yuan, to check our subject combination results as well as our classes. So many Secondary Twos are crowding around the boards once we reached there. So I'm going to 3E2 next year, learning Biology? Sucks. But well, I guess it ain't to be blamed. The subject combinations this year sucks so much anyway. It's all right, at least I'm in the same class as Yuan and Li. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdRP7pvMI/AAAAAAAACR8/4znQdl9AK84/s1600-h/04-11-09_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270347854003394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdRP7pvMI/AAAAAAAACR8/4znQdl9AK84/s320/04-11-09_1404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdRnNLToI/AAAAAAAACSE/80ujrbb1U4A/s1600-h/04-11-09_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270354101522050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdRnNLToI/AAAAAAAACSE/80ujrbb1U4A/s320/04-11-09_1405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Jurong Point with Li then, walked up and down, left and right. Tiring, of course. And it was fun although to our disappointment, those jobs we wanted aren't available. Going out with her, you'll have to be prepared for embarassment. Laughs. But it's all right I guess, cause I'm also another embarassment. Hee. I remember just now when we were in the toilet, and I went..."We're tin&lt;em&gt;eee&lt;/em&gt; creatur&lt;em&gt;rrrrrrrr&lt;/em&gt;es!" And that lady over there was like giggling at us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdRwgQnXI/AAAAAAAACSM/57NAnXkcbb8/s1600-h/04-11-09_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270356597480818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdRwgQnXI/AAAAAAAACSM/57NAnXkcbb8/s320/04-11-09_1305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdSTT5fxI/AAAAAAAACSU/Ly5mocWhxzc/s1600-h/04-11-09_1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270365940875026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdSTT5fxI/AAAAAAAACSU/Ly5mocWhxzc/s320/04-11-09_1500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how, when we were talking about bras and some guy gave us a funny look. Haha! You aren't spared from embarassment when you're with her. But nevertheless, it's a whole lot of fun. Except the fact that her cramps are killing her with immense pain... She's still strong enough to walk. :) To Bukit Timah Plaza afterthat, and sad to say it's a wasted trip. Well, took a bus home then. No, maybe I shouldn't say it's exactly home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdSr0l2KI/AAAAAAAACSc/MAwuJykMPjo/s1600-h/04112009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270372520450210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGdSr0l2KI/AAAAAAAACSc/MAwuJykMPjo/s320/04112009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGd1GnV89I/AAAAAAAACS8/7dKKA_IId-Q/s1600-h/04112009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270963828192210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGd1GnV89I/AAAAAAAACS8/7dKKA_IId-Q/s320/04112009(011).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li freaking took the bus from the wrong stop and kept telling me, "trust me trust me!" with a very, okay maybe not very, convincing voice. And as I'm someone who doesn't have the least bit sense of direction, I trusted her with all my heart. Hahs! Thus off we go on that bus, happily awaiting to be back in the interchange. But all because of her, the bus was like. Going in circles and to Clementi and we took an hour's time to get back to Batok. How pathetic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGd0WtkhbI/AAAAAAAACSk/U0JoM5YcrqA/s1600-h/04112009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270950969410994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGd0WtkhbI/AAAAAAAACSk/U0JoM5YcrqA/s320/04112009(004).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvKO1_ahNDI/AAAAAAAACTc/AYNUwRjahNU/s1600-h/04112009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400535961377518642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvKO1_ahNDI/AAAAAAAACTc/AYNUwRjahNU/s320/04112009(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a reason why people shouldn't go out with me alone, cause I've no sense of direction at all. Laughs, that's me aye? :) Anyway, we alighted together and bade goodbye. Hahs, I still hate you okay! Then, I practically ran and walked, ran and walked all the way back to my house. Cause Love's waiting for me downstairs, and gosh he had been waiting for two whole hours. I'm so sorry dear. And thanks for waiting for me, though it's just for a few minutes before we baded goodbye. :) Loveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's just about how my day is spent. Now, for my personal feeling.. I don't understand why people kept asking each other what class are they going into. And if they themselves get into a better class, they act as if they're so big and all. Mygod, what's the problem? It ain't as if the rest did any far off. Their level ranking could be higher than yours for all you know. Ha, no use showing off dears. And... I just wanna blog another thing out. It's my personal feeling anyway, so if you don't like it, then don't comment. I don't know why people are going all &lt;em&gt;shingz&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;boomz&lt;/em&gt;, after the Ris Low thing. Everyone is saying it, and those words aren't so in the trend anymore. To me, I think it's so irritating having to hear people saying it everywhere. Like, practically everywhere. I don't think it's that funny anyway.. Another thing, I so detest bootlickers. Yes, I'm saying you. Can you read this? Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2170652195705489039?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2170652195705489039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2170652195705489039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2170652195705489039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2170652195705489039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-me-something-you-dont-know.html' title='Tell me something you don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SvGd1of3tSI/AAAAAAAACTE/a4XHSCOAPTk/s72-c/04112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-6799314311273757451</id><published>2009-11-03T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:24:02.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick and fake hug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Su-5EKALY7I/AAAAAAAACR0/rgauooJEpXE/s1600-h/PB300453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399737959296230322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Su-5EKALY7I/AAAAAAAACR0/rgauooJEpXE/s320/PB300453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find Tang extremely adorable nowadays. Especially his head, I feel like squeezing him hard in my arms. Hee. Just look at him, ain't he cute?! Laughs. Well, my nose had been in an excruciating pain since yesterday. Another pimple? Ha, it's all right! It goes to show that I'm still youthful! :) Anyway, I've a heartbreaking news. That is...I'm growing fatter and fatter! Darn it. I want to get a job soon, soon, soon. So that I won't have the time to eat and eat, which is equivalent to growing fatter and fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited @ 7.12PM,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn with Li during the afternoon, was so flustered. As she couldn't make it today, we decided to head out tomorrow instead, after going to school to check the class that we're going to be in next year. It's going to be a rush for us tomorrow I guess. And I'm missing Love so much. Did not get to see him ever since the holiday started. And...he's going to be busy this whole week I guess. Well, it's all right. :) By the way, that headache of mine is here again. Yes, my head is going all &lt;em&gt;boom boom&lt;/em&gt; inside. Feeling tired as well. Sleep early/late? Shall see how then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Are you okay?" I nod. But inside, my heart is screaming. And kicking. And stomping. Because...I am definitely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; okay.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-6799314311273757451?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/6799314311273757451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=6799314311273757451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6799314311273757451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/6799314311273757451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-find-tang-extremely-adorable-nowadays.html' title='A quick and fake hug.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Su-5EKALY7I/AAAAAAAACR0/rgauooJEpXE/s72-c/PB300453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7451299552546361971</id><published>2009-11-02T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:18:01.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A girl is willing to give up the world for a guy, but a guy is willing to give up the woman he love for the world. Agree, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399494770973948610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Su7b4u57OsI/AAAAAAAACRs/dDK_Qy_9xpQ/s320/28-09-09_2049.jpg" /&gt;Thanks to my Brother, there's a bruise on my right arm. :( But luckily, it's rather small so it ain't obvious. Watched Tv today, and actually wanted to finish my homework. However, I did 2 Math sums and I gave up the thought of completing those holiday homeworks. I'm so in the holiday mood, and my brain had already shut itself down completely. Thus came online instead, chatted with Yuan. :) I'm so bored now. Out with Li tomorrow to find jobs(?) Hopefully, am able to find one soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I cooked an egg just now, and I'm so proud of myself. Believe it or not, it's my first time cooking an egg. Cause I'm always afraid of the oil. Another accomplishment. Satisfaction much. Hmm, what can I do later on? Damn my life, it's getting more and more boring. Especially during the holidays. Oh man... And my boyfriend owes me lots of things. :( Love him no more k, I love Ahpoh more! Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7451299552546361971?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7451299552546361971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7451299552546361971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7451299552546361971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7451299552546361971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/rancor-is-outpouring-of-feeling-of.html' title='Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Su7b4u57OsI/AAAAAAAACRs/dDK_Qy_9xpQ/s72-c/28-09-09_2049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-40746348778680929</id><published>2009-11-01T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:59:40.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunities, only come to you once.</title><content type='html'>Wokeup early, watched Tv with Sis and Mum. Out to People's Park for breakfast cum lunch with Mum, Sis and Bro when Dad came home. Long time since the whole family ate together. :) Bought stuffs, then home. Watched Tv till evening, then to grandma's. Ate lots of fish, hee. To Westmall with Mum then, accompanied her to buy groceries. Walked home, and here blogging. And my brother is seriously childish, he pinched me and laughed. My skin is still red from the pinch. Ow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-40746348778680929?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/40746348778680929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=40746348778680929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/40746348778680929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/40746348778680929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/11/opportunities-only-come-to-you-once.html' title='Opportunities, only come to you once.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-1925481289389813070</id><published>2009-10-31T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:59:35.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.</title><content type='html'>Watched Tv once I wokeup today, all the way till evening where I had dinner with parents and Sis at 283. Then there's the sudden rain, and the lightnings are damn frightening. They are like so near. Home, came online and chatted with Qing. Love's down with a fever. Get well soon all right, takecare of yourself since I'm not there to takecare of you. Loveyou, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-1925481289389813070?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/1925481289389813070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=1925481289389813070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1925481289389813070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/1925481289389813070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-most-valuable-thing-man-can.html' title='Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-8954993639585442473</id><published>2009-10-30T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:03:19.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder what's wrong with everyone's fucking attitude today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Win or lose? Sometimes I ask myself why, people just have that strong desire to win. Greedy? Well, do you fight to win or fight for yourself? If you're fighting to win, then even if you won, it ain't something to be proud of and it's a major disappointment to your own. If you're fighting for yourself, how does it matters if you win or lose? Either one, you're fighting for yourself. Not for others, not to win. It doesn't matter, the experience is all that counts ain't it. Also, losing/failing states that you'll have to work an extra mile to turn it around. It makes your will stronger. I don't get what's with the losing and wining, or the failing and passing, or the improving and deproving. Zs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398408664403891890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SusAFAovVrI/AAAAAAAACRc/G9HwBOQB_Jw/s320/24-10-09_2035.jpg" /&gt;So as promised, brought my Pe shirt today for lesson. Ended up playing frisbee with Qing and Yuan while chatting. And oh, the frisbee's red. Ha. Sat down and chatted with Mr.Yeo till the end of lesson then. Chats with Qing during Math. Continued with the debates during English, and the class was so intense. Report books were handed back to us, and I am shocked at my own results. Expected myself to score slightly less than Midyear's, but I improved instead. Ranked 3rd in class, 5th in the express stream. And Love mocked me instead of congratulating me, ._. He couldn't believe it as he claims that I've no common sense and that my thinking is level one. Ain't he mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pizzas with the class afterschool in the canteen, thanks to Ms.Peh. Off to meet Love then, went to slack. I love him loads still, despite all his mockings and for being annoying at times. :) Watched Tv once I reached home, fell asleep halfway through. And... I think I really am fat already. No, not think. I really am. Damn, I must watch my diet from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-8954993639585442473?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/8954993639585442473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=8954993639585442473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8954993639585442473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8954993639585442473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wonder-whats-wrong-with-everyones.html' title='I wonder what&apos;s wrong with everyone&apos;s fucking attitude today.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SusAFAovVrI/AAAAAAAACRc/G9HwBOQB_Jw/s72-c/24-10-09_2035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-5896242401746623908</id><published>2009-10-29T15:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:27:18.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory is won in inches, not miles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sulf2_XNcMI/AAAAAAAACRU/4UUfPtNECFo/s1600-h/17-10-09_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397951026706608322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sulf2_XNcMI/AAAAAAAACRU/4UUfPtNECFo/s320/17-10-09_1419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felt so uneasy for the whole of today, that bad feeling just keeps haunting me. Watched a movie during Geography lesson, and it was sad. English was rather cool, as we had a debating session and the arrangement is so much like the court. Well, recess with the usuals then back to class for Math and was chatting with Qing most of the time. With Min and Liang after school, walked here and there, up and down. And....&lt;em&gt;my intuition is always right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the ground for awhile with Min, then decided to head to Westmall together. To Mac, bought a drink, then to Westmall. Sat with Min outside Koufu, and we saw a mentally unsound man. His acts are funny. Walked around with Min, afterwhich I sent her off and then walked back home. Thanks for taking my dictionary for me, love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my hands became real tired after carrying the huge file and heavy dictionary for a long period of time. And I have no idea why my right hand would ache so badly when I wave it. Anyway, it's raining heavily now. I've no idea why I'm blogging the fact that it's raining now, but yea, it is. Tomorrow's the last day of school. Excited/looking forward? Not really. My tummy is hurting me a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-5896242401746623908?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/5896242401746623908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=5896242401746623908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5896242401746623908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/5896242401746623908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/10/victory-is-won-in-inches-not-miles.html' title='Victory is won in inches, not miles.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Sulf2_XNcMI/AAAAAAAACRU/4UUfPtNECFo/s72-c/17-10-09_1419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7266571728719069968</id><published>2009-10-28T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:32:39.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey of a thousand miles begin with a single step.</title><content type='html'>Chatted with Yuan during History today, about gifts and the plans ahead for next year. Laughs. Did the Math worksheets with Xinyu, completed one but there are still quite a number to complete. Hope they are to be handed in after the holidays. Well, totally went hyper after school. Sang songs loudly with Min, Li, Yuan and Joie as we walked. Fun, :) Waited outside school with Min and Joie for Love, then we walked to Westmall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood outside Koufu while waiting with Joie for Yuan, and Love totally...pissed me off! :( &lt;em&gt;108cm.&lt;/em&gt; Z, embarass me. :( But funny though, kept laughing and whacking him. :) :) Sent Min off when Yuan came, bought a drink, then headed to the 22nd storey with Love. Began asking him all sorts of lame questions, and his replies are all not what I expected! Oh anyway, he looks like a small kid with his current hair, laughs. :) He sent me home then, here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min, cheerup, smile, laugh. No sad oh. Hee, I'm a happy girl today cause I had the companion of someone whom I love wholeheartedly for hours. :) Love you dearest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7266571728719069968?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7266571728719069968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7266571728719069968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7266571728719069968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7266571728719069968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-of-thousand-miles-begin-with.html' title='A journey of a thousand miles begin with a single step.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-7952021418987561298</id><published>2009-10-27T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:16:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our only freedom is the freedom to discipline ourselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SubyXfFaDyI/AAAAAAAACRE/5g-XlqSUm0M/s1600-h/19-10-09_1533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397267688745209634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SubyXfFaDyI/AAAAAAAACRE/5g-XlqSUm0M/s320/19-10-09_1533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SubyXkC7cxI/AAAAAAAACRM/rBP3sQogNWU/s1600-h/19-10-09_1534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397267690076992274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SubyXkC7cxI/AAAAAAAACRM/rBP3sQogNWU/s320/19-10-09_1534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nearly overslept today, was very tired. To school with Min. Had lots of fun chatting with Qing, Yuan and Joie throughout Science and Cme lesson. So hilarious. And I thought that the talk in the gym is about safe sex, but come to think about it, safe sex is equivalent to having sex so...it's abstinence. Laughs. Ended up walking around and slacking with Min and Sheng after school. Waited with Min for her bus, then walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used the com, created a new email and I just realised that it's troublesome to add the contacts. My previous email's inbox had thousands of unread messages and a great amount of people whom I do not know. Thus, changed and it was kind of nice. Watched Tv then came online. Gjy had so many retarded questions to ask of me. And I laughed so hard not at the questions, but at my own answers. Well, my head is tormenting me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-7952021418987561298?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/7952021418987561298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=7952021418987561298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7952021418987561298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/7952021418987561298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-only-freedom-is-freedom-to.html' title='Our only freedom is the freedom to discipline ourselves.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SubyXfFaDyI/AAAAAAAACRE/5g-XlqSUm0M/s72-c/19-10-09_1533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-8270596871541343242</id><published>2009-10-26T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:48:18.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouragement is simply the despair of wounded self-love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz7KDuaUI/AAAAAAAACP8/Yxjth1LUnwA/s1600-h/26-10-09_1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917557367040322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz7KDuaUI/AAAAAAAACP8/Yxjth1LUnwA/s320/26-10-09_1124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz75LP_sI/AAAAAAAACQM/pu90kiXSGH4/s1600-h/26-10-09_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917570015067842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz75LP_sI/AAAAAAAACQM/pu90kiXSGH4/s320/26-10-09_1127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz7hBtz5I/AAAAAAAACQE/hh1v8zH8sqQ/s1600-h/26-10-09_1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917563532627858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz7hBtz5I/AAAAAAAACQE/hh1v8zH8sqQ/s320/26-10-09_1125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuW0RkanONI/AAAAAAAACQ8/5454xgLF6Xg/s1600-h/26-10-09_1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917942399482066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuW0RkanONI/AAAAAAAACQ8/5454xgLF6Xg/s320/26-10-09_1137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuW0Q70B0cI/AAAAAAAACQk/mNy3tUH_XjY/s1600-h/26-10-09_1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917931500229058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuW0Q70B0cI/AAAAAAAACQk/mNy3tUH_XjY/s320/26-10-09_1134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuW0RFV-6CI/AAAAAAAACQs/bwASVirXeGs/s1600-h/26-10-09_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917934058563618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuW0RFV-6CI/AAAAAAAACQs/bwASVirXeGs/s320/26-10-09_1135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz8Urf3_I/AAAAAAAACQc/zc0sjS7Rgik/s1600-h/26-10-09_1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917577398083570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz8Urf3_I/AAAAAAAACQc/zc0sjS7Rgik/s320/26-10-09_1133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz8OX3ToI/AAAAAAAACQU/EvNPN76IEDo/s1600-h/26-10-09_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917575705120386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz8OX3ToI/AAAAAAAACQU/EvNPN76IEDo/s320/26-10-09_1132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't get to sleep last night, thus chatted with Sis till 1plus before I slept. The topics were about deaths and the future. Laughs. To school with Jas, and had 2 free periods this morning. Camwhored with Li. Trying not to fall asleep during Science, no matter how heavy my eyelids get. Yes, I succeeded. :) After school, slacked with Li, where Love came soon after. He kept bullying me, hahs. He sent me home then, watched Tv all the way afterthat. My head had been totally against me today, it hurts so badly. Am so tired now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-8270596871541343242?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/8270596871541343242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=8270596871541343242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8270596871541343242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/8270596871541343242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/10/discouragement-is-simply-despair-of.html' title='Discouragement is simply the despair of wounded self-love.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuWz7KDuaUI/AAAAAAAACP8/Yxjth1LUnwA/s72-c/26-10-09_1124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155068839238991644.post-2996140303506708588</id><published>2009-10-25T21:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:39:56.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make promises, only when you can do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuRVEgnQ4cI/AAAAAAAACP0/mu7sdi5Coug/s1600-h/P1010468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396531789459153346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuRVEgnQ4cI/AAAAAAAACP0/mu7sdi5Coug/s320/P1010468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;12thOctober'09, 1334; Tomorrow my last paper. After that I free le.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tv once I wokeup today. Till afternoon, where I continued stiching. Fell asleep halfway through. Wokeup, prepared, then headed out to Grandma's. Guess my blog is becoming boring due to my boring life already. And oh damn, there's school tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155068839238991644-2996140303506708588?l=stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/feeds/2996140303506708588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7155068839238991644&amp;postID=2996140303506708588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2996140303506708588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155068839238991644/posts/default/2996140303506708588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyour-vindications.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-promises-only-when-you-can-do-it.html' title='Make promises, only when you can do it.'/><author><name>HweeYing,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577516280084759529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/Skt2P8WjcPI/AAAAAAAABqo/xZMOerOwvmo/S220/18032009(021).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6l3QyPiH9g/SuRVEgnQ4cI/AAAAAAAACP0/mu7sdi5Coug/s72-c/P1010468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
