<?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-19791632</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:29:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yuu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>560</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6542167517686684432</id><published>2008-01-13T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:02:27.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye</title><content type='html'>Here's a farewell post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have the heart to delete here for good, so I'm just going to get on with a new address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deletrium.wordpress.com/"&gt;goooooooooooooooo&lt;/a&gt; (nothing there yet, haha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6542167517686684432?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6542167517686684432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6542167517686684432' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6542167517686684432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6542167517686684432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4132823742528877575</id><published>2008-01-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:55:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reflection</title><content type='html'>I've been doing alot of self reflecting lately ever since.. Last month. For some reason it became some kind of daily ritual that will go through my head whenever I have to get by mundane events (read: invoicing, data entry, ear tortures..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was confessing some horrible characteristics of mine to py and she showed me this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedogsname.blogspot.com/2008/01/trusting-friend.html" title="permanent link"&gt;The Trusting Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span class="date"&gt;Translated Friday, January 11, 2008 by Dr. Henry "&lt;i&gt;Indiana&lt;/i&gt;" Jones, Jnr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Written a long time ago...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago his wife had an affair. After a pretty horrible skiing accident, he was left with a shattered hip, and some pretty nasty leg breaks that required pins, screws, plates and lots of physical therapy...for about 9 months between pain killers and restrictive casts he could not perform to a level that his wife had grown used to, and to be honest so had he. About 4 months into his recovery she started an affair with a guy she worked with, he suspected, but she denied, and he wanted to trust her. He had married this woman and she was everything to him...and she had never lied. And so he believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course in time, wracked with guilt or some such now destroyed notion of respect she admitted to it, she admitted her lies and her infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are still together today. From the outside the picture of loving couple, they maintain a balance between couple and self and seem to have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a week goes by when he does not what wonder what has she lied about this week, who has she been seeing, and asks himself "can I truly trust her?"...his answer is always the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I can, I think, but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "but" for him rings in a world of doubt, of questions, of disbelief, he questions his manhood, his judgment, his folly...he wonders at his foolishness, and he talks about the gut wrenching sinking feel of stomach sickness, when he looks now on everything she ever said to him not with wide-eyed wonder and love, but sometimes, not always, through a filter of questions. He tells me he sometimes internally cringes whenever after a change in job she mentioned a new male colleague, and that for years he wondered "Who else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows such self-destructive thoughts are wasted, just as in his heart he knows she never lied before, and she hasn't lied since...but still he has the unease of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a quiet moment one evening over the required number of beers, I asked him why? Why he stayed? Why he couldn't trust her? So why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay because the one person in the world I can trust is myself...I thought I could trust her as well, but I can't and I will never trust her fully again, close too but never in the same way I did, maybe one day, but even after 5 years not yet...but I can trust me? And I trust that I am totally in love with my wife. That she is totally in love with me, I don't know? But I trust in my heart, and in my feelings and to myself I want always to remain true, and in that I know with absolute conviction that quite simply, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Personally, I don't know if that is the most loving thing I have ever heard a man say, or the dumbest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More so, when my response "Then why can't you forgive her?", went unanswered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, my sentiments towards this were not for him now, but some episodes of what happened half a decade back.&lt;br /&gt;I am never a truly good person from the very start I guess. I can only try to force myself to do things that I feel are right. I don't do it naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of moving off here soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4132823742528877575?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4132823742528877575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4132823742528877575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4132823742528877575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4132823742528877575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-reflection.html' title='Self Reflection'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7162263813495793795</id><published>2008-01-07T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:44:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/health/346159_sleep07.html"&gt;Weight gain and diabetes linked to sleep deprivation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By LEE BOWMANSCRIPPS HOWARD NEWS SERVICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with sleeping in on New Year's Day, many of us are starting 2008 feeling groggy. And that could undermine good intentions about losing a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;New studies show that sleep deprivation affects weight gain and diabetes risk, underscoring the complex connections between our brains and digestive systems.&lt;br /&gt;One report, published online by the Proceedings of the National Academy of Science, focused on how the suppression of deep sleep hurts the ability to regulate blood-sugar levels even in young adults.&lt;br /&gt;A second, published in the journal Sleep, looked at children at four stages from birth to 7 years, and found that those who slept less than nine hours a night were more likely to be overweight or obese at age 7 than those who slept for more than nine hours. They were also more likely to have higher levels of body fat.&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep is important for health and well-being throughout life," said Ed Mitchell, a University of Auckland professor who led the study of nearly 600 New Zealand children.&lt;br /&gt;Many studies have shown that reduced sleep can impair metabolism of sugar in the blood and regulation of appetite, resulting in an increased risk of obesity and diabetes, along with emotional and cognitive difficulties and damage to the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But the deep-sleep study by researchers at the University of Chicago Medical Center showed that even as little as three consecutive nights of disrupted slow-wave sleep was enough to make young adults -- ages 20 to 31 -- less sensitive to insulin. The decrease in insulin sensitivity was equivalent to having gained &lt;strong&gt;20 to 30 pounds&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"These findings demonstrate a clear role for slow-wave sleep in maintaining normal glucose control," said Dr. Esra Tasali, an assistant professor of medicine who led the study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;______&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7162263813495793795?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7162263813495793795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7162263813495793795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7162263813495793795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7162263813495793795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2008/01/weight-gain-and-diabetes-linked-to_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7061751493206845335</id><published>2008-01-07T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:44:34.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/health/346159_sleep07.html"&gt;Weight gain and diabetes linked to sleep deprivation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By LEE BOWMANSCRIPPS HOWARD NEWS SERVICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with sleeping in on New Year's Day, many of us are starting 2008 feeling groggy. And that could undermine good intentions about losing a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;New studies show that sleep deprivation affects weight gain and diabetes risk, underscoring the complex connections between our brains and digestive systems.&lt;br /&gt;One report, published online by the Proceedings of the National Academy of Science, focused on how the suppression of deep sleep hurts the ability to regulate blood-sugar levels even in young adults.&lt;br /&gt;A second, published in the journal Sleep, looked at children at four stages from birth to 7 years, and found that those who slept less than nine hours a night were more likely to be overweight or obese at age 7 than those who slept for more than nine hours. They were also more likely to have higher levels of body fat.&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep is important for health and well-being throughout life," said Ed Mitchell, a University of Auckland professor who led the study of nearly 600 New Zealand children.&lt;br /&gt;Many studies have shown that reduced sleep can impair metabolism of sugar in the blood and regulation of appetite, resulting in an increased risk of obesity and diabetes, along with emotional and cognitive difficulties and damage to the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But the deep-sleep study by researchers at the University of Chicago Medical Center showed that even as little as three consecutive nights of disrupted slow-wave sleep was enough to make young adults -- ages 20 to 31 -- less sensitive to insulin. The decrease in insulin sensitivity was equivalent to having gained &lt;strong&gt;20 to 30 pounds&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"These findings demonstrate a clear role for slow-wave sleep in maintaining normal glucose control," said Dr. Esra Tasali, an assistant professor of medicine who led the study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;______&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7061751493206845335?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7061751493206845335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7061751493206845335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7061751493206845335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7061751493206845335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2008/01/weight-gain-and-diabetes-linked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8340333595424832903</id><published>2008-01-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:01:11.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday presents from my darling T.I.T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpCDD5nII/AAAAAAAAAc4/_9v1uBenv58/s1600-h/DSCF8546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpCDD5nII/AAAAAAAAAc4/_9v1uBenv58/s320/DSCF8546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152374195102522498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DORAEMON MIRROR. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Nice rainbow-ish belt, cupcakes card, LEGGINGS (there's this long story on how I spoilt my own surprise but anyway, she says I have to tell her when I'm wearing, so she will not go out with me. wot.) AND A HANDMADE POUCH. AHHHH!!!!! - noone will understand my excitement cos, this girl here (used to) has totally no desire to sew. And this is her virgin handmade product! I feel shooooooooooooo special ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpDDD5nMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/O_kT8djtRi8/s1600-h/DSCF8526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpDDD5nMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/O_kT8djtRi8/s320/DSCF8526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152374212282391746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpCjD5nKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/D3bIEJJ-O6A/s1600-h/DSCF8547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpCjD5nKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/D3bIEJJ-O6A/s320/DSCF8547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152374203692457122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpCzD5nLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L4sHejtAJx0/s1600-h/Untadfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpCzD5nLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L4sHejtAJx0/s320/Untadfs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152374207987424434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. okay not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slogging my ass off this week to earn extra bucks for the future slacking the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. On another random note, I hate it when certain people keeps using certain words. It's so so so bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;..... Remember New Year resolution number3.. remember number 3.. remember number 3.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8340333595424832903?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8340333595424832903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8340333595424832903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8340333595424832903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8340333595424832903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-birthday-presents-from-my-darling-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R4DpCDD5nII/AAAAAAAAAc4/_9v1uBenv58/s72-c/DSCF8546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3733991511157772493</id><published>2007-12-31T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:56:26.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future me.</title><content type='html'>I sent this to myself a year ago and I got it back. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/futureme.org"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futureme.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear FutureMe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;retardie sent me this yesterday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't like to think of the future, cos I somehow think that&lt;br /&gt;now matters more than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's been quite some time since he came into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I hope by the time you read this he'd still be in my (our) life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But life's unpredictable eh? Maybe he'd be gone, maybe I'm the one who'd be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just hope that everything will go smoothly for the rest of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Seriously. You, yes the future Me. Stop screwing up and carry on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Try not to screw things up will you? I'd try hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please be happy everyone around me. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I declare this a pink year. Probably a little yellow and splashes of orange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3733991511157772493?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3733991511157772493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3733991511157772493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3733991511157772493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3733991511157772493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/future-me.html' title='Future me.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6231390342055648049</id><published>2007-12-29T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:26:27.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I've done &lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-yrs-eve-18-for-13-days.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt; and I shall do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at the very least, a pathetic A for SOMETHING next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch my CAP as it flies to more than 4 (Hah!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be Nice. Like, really be nice from the heart, and not just because I feel obliged to. Be nice to everyone, including people who annoys me. The bottom line is, try not to get so irritated at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be receptive towards criticisms - something that I'm not very good at. I don't know how to act to praises, nor criticisms. Either I'd become awfully embarrassed, or defensive. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solve some problems that are meant to be solved slowly with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As usual, lose weight. (said this so many times I'm getting sick of it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figure out what I want to do for future, and try to do something about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make people around me happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year flew by in a blur.&lt;br /&gt;What happened, in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html"&gt;new year resolutions&lt;/a&gt; which none were fulfilled. (I rule)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learnt French and met Pei yee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell down in &lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/01/badday.html"&gt;mud&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got addicted to j-dorama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I figured out how to &lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/01/skips-around.html"&gt;open a cpu to fix things&lt;/a&gt; (Big achievement you know.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally got back &lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry-if-i-aint-in-best-of-moods.html"&gt;wj&lt;/a&gt; as a friend, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let out my inner desires of xmm-hating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to start an online shop - come on, don't pretend you don't know the link. Show me some love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decided to love myself for who I am, and try to improve what that can be. Try. x) Trying to love my life, on the fact that I do have a wonderful family and everloving friends and bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gave up something that was a major part of my life, but come to think of it, I'm quite happy with my life without it now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am in my first relationship that passes a year, hopefully more to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it.. I really do have a selfish soul, no matter how selfless and nice I try to be, or rather, act. I think alot more before typing out my rants on this space that was  supposed to be mine, I am afraid of how people will view me when I do many things - I want to please, not harm.&lt;br /&gt;I say sorry for the fear of losing people, sometimes not truly for feeling apologetic, and I have the cheek to get pissed with my closest friend/bf for saying sorry repeatedly. Don't I used to do that to mom?&lt;br /&gt;I whine and throw tantrums to get attention, and later claim that I am not, so I can feel all self righteous that YOU got me angry, not ME who was already pissed in the first place and just am searching for some unlucky person, usually him to vent it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really kinda suck, and I should stop wallowing in that fact.&lt;br /&gt;So on the new year of the journey towards being 21, I shall try to gain enlightenment for the way things should go and how I should stay true to myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end, of trying hard to not type a twit post. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6231390342055648049?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6231390342055648049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6231390342055648049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6231390342055648049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6231390342055648049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-year-resolutions.html' title='My New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3399567641941640527</id><published>2007-12-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:31:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3URNzD5nDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dbbHTJXrFpw/s1600-h/DSCF8515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3URNzD5nDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dbbHTJXrFpw/s320/DSCF8515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040677710568498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UROTD5nEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/3v9NESace90/s1600-h/DSCF8516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UROTD5nEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/3v9NESace90/s320/DSCF8516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040686300503106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly felt like doing something about my slippers-only footwear and this was what I came up with. D: D: D: that screams TWIT! (with a bad sense) but, whatever! I've decided after wearing it for two days that I LIKE IT. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UROjD5nFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wkH1FCAi4Fg/s1600-h/DSCF8512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UROjD5nFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wkH1FCAi4Fg/s320/DSCF8512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149040690595470418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon my really ugly feet and ankles, but this is the 2nd pair of covered shoes I've bought since forever. ^-^ Liked it cos it's not too formal and not too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to work next week, so more money and less brain cells for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how come numbers are so hynotising. I fall asleep at the count of three, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair was cut again, so jellyfish head no more. This is the straighter version of it. Somehow it seems to curl back nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Reason why my hair rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UWATD5nGI/AAAAAAAAAco/a_SrCsCBPkA/s1600-h/DSCF8506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UWATD5nGI/AAAAAAAAAco/a_SrCsCBPkA/s320/DSCF8506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045943340473442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Short hair from the front;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UWAjD5nHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ev2y4qFCxnw/s1600-h/DSCF8507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3UWAjD5nHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ev2y4qFCxnw/s320/DSCF8507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045947635440754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long hair when pulled to the front! yay! Okay that's so lame.&lt;br /&gt;But I've cut fringe again. When I decided to leave it long :( So extremely fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to type anything that's not bimbotic and twittish lately. Going off soon!&lt;br /&gt;There's a bbq on Sunday with cuzzies and I don't know whether to be happy or not. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3399567641941640527?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3399567641941640527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3399567641941640527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3399567641941640527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3399567641941640527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/suddenly-felt-like-doing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3URNzD5nDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dbbHTJXrFpw/s72-c/DSCF8515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-1595929605445640019</id><published>2007-12-28T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:20:33.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sneaking in to say hi. :(&lt;br /&gt;I hate numbers. Especially not when all are not balanced.&lt;br /&gt;Being trying not to fall asleep, do work, not grow fat for the past five hours. Not exactly working. Someone (I think I know who) left a small packet of cereal opened and not sealed properly somewhere and when I took it up colourful little stuffies made their way on the floor. I am very happy, for I can have fun picking up the cereals and throw them away, instead of having fun counting.&lt;br /&gt;Got something to rant later. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results was pretty okay, much better than I expected and feared. Now CAP shall be either at 3.39 or it'd go up to 3.42 (I think) if I SU a B- away.&lt;br /&gt;And, please CAP, fly for me next semester. aii wuff euuzxzx lotzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-1595929605445640019?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/1595929605445640019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=1595929605445640019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1595929605445640019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1595929605445640019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/sneaking-in-to-say-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2177409831222337921</id><published>2007-12-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:45:14.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics again!</title><content type='html'>Gee, lots of picture posts lately but anyways! Merry xmas, as much as I dislike the season!&lt;br /&gt;On another note, results are out tomorrow and I feel strangely calm - Accepted the fate. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;py asked me out before I meet gor yesterday and we went &lt;a href="http://booksactually.com/"&gt;Booksactually&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwDD5m0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WxvV2hFz_64/s1600-h/DSCF8425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwDD5m0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WxvV2hFz_64/s320/DSCF8425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147737245330545474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwDD5m1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/KwYfY514D08/s1600-h/DSCF8426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwDD5m1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/KwYfY514D08/s320/DSCF8426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147737245330545490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwTD5m2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/sdReJvhDNHs/s1600-h/DSCF8428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwTD5m2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/sdReJvhDNHs/s320/DSCF8428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147737249625512802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwTD5m3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/UOQ0yoLSoxE/s1600-h/DSCF8430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwTD5m3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/UOQ0yoLSoxE/s320/DSCF8430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147737249625512818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwjD5m4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/67A0SR8Z1oM/s1600-h/DSCF8431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwjD5m4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/67A0SR8Z1oM/s320/DSCF8431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147737253920480130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwlzD5m5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/zuzgX42ccLw/s1600-h/DSCF8433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwlzD5m5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/zuzgX42ccLw/s320/DSCF8433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147738168748514194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwmDD5m6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/gDHOK044ltE/s1600-h/DSCF8437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwmDD5m6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/gDHOK044ltE/s320/DSCF8437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147738173043481506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwmDD5m7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hBxoQHHEV04/s1600-h/DSCF8445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwmDD5m7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hBxoQHHEV04/s320/DSCF8445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147738173043481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwmTD5m8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/BzaLmDQqPkE/s1600-h/DSCF8468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BwmTD5m8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/BzaLmDQqPkE/s320/DSCF8468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147738177338448834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry, but I do not love you anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvIjD5m9I/AAAAAAAAAag/lLR0MYgSbPo/s1600-h/DSCF8472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvIjD5m9I/AAAAAAAAAag/lLR0MYgSbPo/s320/DSCF8472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147947672958245842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical box strip. Turn that handle and music trinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvIjD5m-I/AAAAAAAAAao/-2wX41kOn24/s1600-h/DSCF84742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvIjD5m-I/AAAAAAAAAao/-2wX41kOn24/s320/DSCF84742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147947672958245858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear py. heheah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met gor afterwards to go.. Museum. XD&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. We only walked around the building cos figured we'd be like -____- if we spend money to go into the individual rooms. But nevertheless, it looks really nice now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvJDD5m_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/G_crCtXe0WY/s1600-h/DSCF8478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvJDD5m_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/G_crCtXe0WY/s320/DSCF8478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147947681548180466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny spiral stairway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvJDD5nAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Yt8Nax25HWk/s1600-h/DSCF8487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvJDD5nAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Yt8Nax25HWk/s320/DSCF8487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147947681548180482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him with short hair + lousy blingbling poser cap&lt;br /&gt;and a visible jawline! omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EwijD5nCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5BgJCzYsy-Y/s1600-h/25-10-06_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EwijD5nCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5BgJCzYsy-Y/s320/25-10-06_1903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147949219146472482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the difference! okay I look different too but that's not the point. What army does to guys. Zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had some conversation with him that was pretty.. inspiring. He'd grown up quite alot. I'm glad. (:&lt;br /&gt;Once again it struck me how disturbingly similar we are. Especially the stage that our mindsets are now in. It's nice to have someone who really understands. But freaky in a way. By the way, he has a really good memory too. Great, I'm not a weirdo thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvJzD5nBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UayY2fBtQQA/s1600-h/sdafsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3EvJzD5nBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UayY2fBtQQA/s320/sdafsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147947694433082386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us acting cute in some ball in the xmas tree in the museum. A kid was giving us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that face&lt;/span&gt;. We rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2177409831222337921?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2177409831222337921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2177409831222337921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2177409831222337921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2177409831222337921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/pics-again.html' title='Pics again!'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R3BvwDD5m0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WxvV2hFz_64/s72-c/DSCF8425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-439556828288960651</id><published>2007-12-24T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:29:50.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days</title><content type='html'>Introducing: Alby - Short for albino, christened by py. According to her, it looks like  a cross between an an abino jellyfish+octopus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aL says it looks like a mummified Octie. uhm.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bijD5mwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DbOrGjVkdtw/s1600-h/DSCF8384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bijD5mwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DbOrGjVkdtw/s400/DSCF8384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147363179448867586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bizD5mxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OI3eSc2hyxs/s1600-h/DSCF8380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bizD5mxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OI3eSc2hyxs/s400/DSCF8380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147363183743834898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My neatly packed cupboard ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bjDD5myI/AAAAAAAAAZE/35JQNw5iN2E/s1600-h/cupboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bjDD5myI/AAAAAAAAAZE/35JQNw5iN2E/s400/cupboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147363188038802210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bjTD5mzI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gCJYnRe6WhY/s1600-h/DSCF8414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bjTD5mzI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gCJYnRe6WhY/s400/DSCF8414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147363192333769522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so lazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. Poof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-439556828288960651?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/439556828288960651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=439556828288960651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/439556828288960651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/439556828288960651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-days.html' title='My days'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R28bijD5mwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DbOrGjVkdtw/s72-c/DSCF8384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8864709592259956148</id><published>2007-12-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:24:12.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2volDD5mvI/AAAAAAAAAYs/686IIf0q3T4/s1600-h/bwahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2oI-jD5mrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nG1S3fgjmVM/s320/normal_32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145935394880723634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2oI-zD5msI/AAAAAAAAAYU/sfhfBW4Li6s/s1600-h/1Yamapi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2oI-zD5msI/AAAAAAAAAYU/sfhfBW4Li6s/s320/1Yamapi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145935399175690946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2oI-zD5mtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mPZLvhs9CXM/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2oI-zD5mtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mPZLvhs9CXM/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145935399175690962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1g55Iu6rVc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1g55Iu6rVc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think much of this guy here but he wins hands down for his acting! AHHH!And, he's super 耐看. the more you stare the cuter he gets. He's very retarded and quirky too. my kind.. =| HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Song from Kurosagi.. Daite Senorita. I don't know what's Senorita but uhm. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;抱いてセニョリータ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    喧嘩の傷跡を眺め &lt;br /&gt;    あなたは言う &lt;br /&gt;    あいつと　ツルむのは &lt;br /&gt;    もう　やめなと &lt;br /&gt;    わかってるって　女なんて &lt;br /&gt;    大人ぶって　ガキあつかい &lt;br /&gt;    もう　やめにしてくれないか &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    抱いて　抱いて　抱いて &lt;br /&gt;    セニョリータ &lt;br /&gt;    強く　強く　強く &lt;br /&gt;    離さないで &lt;br /&gt;    飾って　格好つけずに &lt;br /&gt;    そばにおいでよ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    抱いて　抱いて　抱いて &lt;br /&gt;    セニョリータ &lt;br /&gt;    強く　強く　強く &lt;br /&gt;    離さないで &lt;br /&gt;    あなたの　その唇が &lt;br /&gt;    じれったいのよ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    昔の男と　俺を重ねては &lt;br /&gt;    溜息まじりで　笑ってみせる &lt;br /&gt;    わかってるって　男なんて &lt;br /&gt;    信じてないと　言いたいんだろ &lt;br /&gt;    もう　楽にしてあげるから &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    泣いて　泣いて　泣いて &lt;br /&gt;    セニョリータ　 &lt;br /&gt;    おれの　おれの &lt;br /&gt;    おれの胸で　ずっと &lt;br /&gt;    一人で　我慢しないで &lt;br /&gt;    そばにおいでよ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    眠れ　眠れ　眠れ &lt;br /&gt;    セニョリータ　 &lt;br /&gt;    おれの おれの &lt;br /&gt;    おれの胸で　ずっと &lt;br /&gt;    今夜も　きっと　夢の中 &lt;br /&gt;    じれったいのよ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    抱いて　抱いて　抱いて &lt;br /&gt;    セニョリータ &lt;br /&gt;    強く　強く　強く &lt;br /&gt;    離さないで &lt;br /&gt;    飾って　格好つけずに &lt;br /&gt;    そばにおいでよ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    抱いて　抱いて　抱いて &lt;br /&gt;    セニョリータ &lt;br /&gt;    強く　強く　強く &lt;br /&gt;    離さないで &lt;br /&gt;    あなたの　その唇が &lt;br /&gt;    じれったいのよ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8774062713619809489?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8774062713619809489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8774062713619809489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8774062713619809489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8774062713619809489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_20.html' title='山下智久'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2oI-jD5mrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nG1S3fgjmVM/s72-c/normal_32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4821438994535167697</id><published>2007-12-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:31:33.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously image heavy</title><content type='html'>CREDITS TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;!! wahahaha. lazy lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;All the words in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; are hers. hee.&lt;br /&gt;These photos took her 2 hours to upload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ifV00ee4I/AAAAAAAABPA/MtdV3vQEEF0/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537771575606146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ifV00ee4I/AAAAAAAABPA/MtdV3vQEEF0/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very random shot of me grinning away at something. =-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ifWU0ee5I/AAAAAAAABPI/a6POQTNqClY/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537780165540754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ifWU0ee5I/AAAAAAAABPI/a6POQTNqClY/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; view from the table outside (till Danny split the drink all over us) yay new scarf, shorts, top. haha and we got a table inside. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he spilled the drink was really classic. Just like how I did to my mom a few years back, and at some dinner a few years back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie8k0eezI/AAAAAAAABOY/M4Gn0xMleZQ/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537337783909170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie8k0eezI/AAAAAAAABOY/M4Gn0xMleZQ/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; The menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie800ee0I/AAAAAAAABOg/g2gGHMM06Mw/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537342078876482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie800ee0I/AAAAAAAABOg/g2gGHMM06Mw/s320/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moments before the water spilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie9E0ee1I/AAAAAAAABOo/uzOouNMIqyw/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537346373843794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie9E0ee1I/AAAAAAAABOo/uzOouNMIqyw/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; view from the inside. much more satisfactory. cozy ambience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie9U0ee2I/AAAAAAAABOw/tpYQZzHhAN0/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537350668811106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie9U0ee2I/AAAAAAAABOw/tpYQZzHhAN0/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out their wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie9k0ee3I/AAAAAAAABO4/RdUeBmXzFoU/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537354963778418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ie9k0ee3I/AAAAAAAABO4/RdUeBmXzFoU/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Twits r' us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idyk0eeuI/AAAAAAAABNw/1Ohwyx7wCIE/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145536066473589474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idyk0eeuI/AAAAAAAABNw/1Ohwyx7wCIE/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Disclaimer: From here onwards, you'll be leaving the realm of normalcy and view retarded pics at your own risk (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idy00eevI/AAAAAAAABN4/pIL9WRexpT8/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145536070768556786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idy00eevI/AAAAAAAABN4/pIL9WRexpT8/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idzE0eewI/AAAAAAAABOA/E6Pw3kkGZd4/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145536075063524098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idzE0eewI/AAAAAAAABOA/E6Pw3kkGZd4/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idzU0eexI/AAAAAAAABOI/CeRCjh7qAGA/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145536079358491410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idzU0eexI/AAAAAAAABOI/CeRCjh7qAGA/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idzk0eeyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/pEXw2Yv0Opg/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145536083653458722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2idzk0eeyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/pEXw2Yv0Opg/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;candle and ample evidence (read: all other photos w/o us init) that twit's other half is a much "better" photographer than me and everyone knows what "wonderful" pictures I take. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icoE0eepI/AAAAAAAABNI/5eNaQ7IBrfQ/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145534786573335186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icoE0eepI/AAAAAAAABNI/5eNaQ7IBrfQ/s320/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icoU0eeqI/AAAAAAAABNQ/2ysdaP-A320/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145534790868302498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icoU0eeqI/AAAAAAAABNQ/2ysdaP-A320/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icok0eerI/AAAAAAAABNY/e5vCk57dZu8/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145534795163269810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icok0eerI/AAAAAAAABNY/e5vCk57dZu8/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; *poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icpE0eesI/AAAAAAAABNg/KH3nrHTivwQ/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145534803753204418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icpE0eesI/AAAAAAAABNg/KH3nrHTivwQ/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icpU0eetI/AAAAAAAABNo/dAscXRTkB58/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145534808048171730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2icpU0eetI/AAAAAAAABNo/dAscXRTkB58/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soup that tasted like the gravy of the spaghetti -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibZU0eekI/AAAAAAAABMg/c_VokxRM6z0/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533433658636866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibZU0eekI/AAAAAAAABMg/c_VokxRM6z0/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; salad that tasted...weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibZ00eelI/AAAAAAAABMo/PSUyd63k1K4/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533442248571474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibZ00eelI/AAAAAAAABMo/PSUyd63k1K4/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; but we are still happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibaE0eemI/AAAAAAAABMw/13Gd0f78lcE/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533446543538786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibaE0eemI/AAAAAAAABMw/13Gd0f78lcE/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; to tuck in. YUMMY! our fav dish. this wins hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibak0eenI/AAAAAAAABM4/QyMjFWDgtwU/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533455133473394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ibak0eenI/AAAAAAAABM4/QyMjFWDgtwU/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the spaghetti with the aforementioned soup, i mean gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iba00eeoI/AAAAAAAABNA/5-xCGIybpNQ/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533459428440706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iba00eeoI/AAAAAAAABNA/5-xCGIybpNQ/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; we love sugar lumps!!! so english tea but uhm...they served lipton tea? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate FOUR LUMPS! HAHA. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ3E0eefI/AAAAAAAABL4/KSv1-a6eEiU/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145531745736489458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ3E0eefI/AAAAAAAABL4/KSv1-a6eEiU/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ3U0eegI/AAAAAAAABMA/PpOUceA4RPw/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145531750031456770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ3U0eegI/AAAAAAAABMA/PpOUceA4RPw/s320/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ3k0eehI/AAAAAAAABMI/Kmv9k0qZVlw/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145531754326424082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ3k0eehI/AAAAAAAABMI/Kmv9k0qZVlw/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; obligatory toilet shots since their toilet is nicer than my room (smells nicer too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ300eeiI/AAAAAAAABMQ/DWBpiEqQ3HQ/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145531758621391394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ300eeiI/AAAAAAAABMQ/DWBpiEqQ3HQ/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; hahahha, spot me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I look cool. For a 20 year old, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ4E0eejI/AAAAAAAABMY/FWVfqCt6iSE/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145531762916358706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iZ4E0eejI/AAAAAAAABMY/FWVfqCt6iSE/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYQE0eeaI/AAAAAAAABLQ/rbEvmnuHLDI/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145529976209963426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYQE0eeaI/AAAAAAAABLQ/rbEvmnuHLDI/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYQU0eebI/AAAAAAAABLY/kMAyXQm-Cc4/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145529980504930738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYQU0eebI/AAAAAAAABLY/kMAyXQm-Cc4/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYQ00eecI/AAAAAAAABLg/XnzKxm4S4V8/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145529989094865346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYQ00eecI/AAAAAAAABLg/XnzKxm4S4V8/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYRE0eedI/AAAAAAAABLo/NZwZR_34e4k/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145529993389832658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYRE0eedI/AAAAAAAABLo/NZwZR_34e4k/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYRU0eeeI/AAAAAAAABLw/VPY-RbFLztU/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145529997684799970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iYRU0eeeI/AAAAAAAABLw/VPY-RbFLztU/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; twit pose #101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you should have figured out that the nails are NOT MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWH00eeVI/AAAAAAAABKo/403-fil10BM/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527635452787026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWH00eeVI/AAAAAAAABKo/403-fil10BM/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWIE0eeWI/AAAAAAAABKw/LbJ9eh-CmRM/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527639747754338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWIE0eeWI/AAAAAAAABKw/LbJ9eh-CmRM/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE THIS PICTURE. LIKE REALLY. HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWIk0eeXI/AAAAAAAABK4/cNPWtTLO6oI/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527648337688946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWIk0eeXI/AAAAAAAABK4/cNPWtTLO6oI/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWI00eeYI/AAAAAAAABLA/YY64vlRCFsw/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527652632656258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWI00eeYI/AAAAAAAABLA/YY64vlRCFsw/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WEEEEE LEFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWJE0eeZI/AAAAAAAABLI/SGAKDWD2xZg/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527656927623570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iWJE0eeZI/AAAAAAAABLI/SGAKDWD2xZg/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRrU0eeQI/AAAAAAAABKA/6dG6RYcBSXM/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145522747780004098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRrU0eeQI/AAAAAAAABKA/6dG6RYcBSXM/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRr00eeRI/AAAAAAAABKI/ZL1fJc-DUoo/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145522756369938706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRr00eeRI/AAAAAAAABKI/ZL1fJc-DUoo/s320/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRsk0eeSI/AAAAAAAABKQ/wuXO6q4gPFw/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145522769254840610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRsk0eeSI/AAAAAAAABKQ/wuXO6q4gPFw/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRs00eeTI/AAAAAAAABKY/hyH5P_ycGiI/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145522773549807922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRs00eeTI/AAAAAAAABKY/hyH5P_ycGiI/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRtU0eeUI/AAAAAAAABKg/_G7y8qoSDrg/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145522782139742530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iRtU0eeUI/AAAAAAAABKg/_G7y8qoSDrg/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP5E0eeLI/AAAAAAAABJY/7ahWBccnxkM/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145520784979949746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP5E0eeLI/AAAAAAAABJY/7ahWBccnxkM/s320/DSC00531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP5k0eeMI/AAAAAAAABJg/2MbApAWQrxQ/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145520793569884354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP5k0eeMI/AAAAAAAABJg/2MbApAWQrxQ/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks really les here. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP6E0eeNI/AAAAAAAABJo/jl7zus3_Oos/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145520802159818962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP6E0eeNI/AAAAAAAABJo/jl7zus3_Oos/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP6U0eeOI/AAAAAAAABJw/c9ac8CbY2CM/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145520806454786274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP6U0eeOI/AAAAAAAABJw/c9ac8CbY2CM/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP6k0eePI/AAAAAAAABJ4/g6CnRYnf5fk/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145520810749753586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iP6k0eePI/AAAAAAAABJ4/g6CnRYnf5fk/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Something's brewing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOcE0eeGI/AAAAAAAABIw/LL4PnPbMU18/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519187252115554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOcE0eeGI/AAAAAAAABIw/LL4PnPbMU18/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOck0eeHI/AAAAAAAABI4/hriu3uEEl5o/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519195842050162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOck0eeHI/AAAAAAAABI4/hriu3uEEl5o/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOc00eeII/AAAAAAAABJA/0BH3cGHsC7s/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519200137017474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOc00eeII/AAAAAAAABJA/0BH3cGHsC7s/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I WANT A SWING LIKE THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOdU0eeJI/AAAAAAAABJI/XxPFwqhDfW4/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519208726952082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOdU0eeJI/AAAAAAAABJI/XxPFwqhDfW4/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; twit pose anytime, anywhere. she has graduated from the school of twit. t.o.ot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOdk0eeKI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ICpthhDlu04/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145519213021919394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iOdk0eeKI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ICpthhDlu04/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMQ00eeBI/AAAAAAAABII/114o0xT77Ow/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145516794955331602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMQ00eeBI/AAAAAAAABII/114o0xT77Ow/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMRE0eeCI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UtljUVxody0/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145516799250298914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMRE0eeCI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UtljUVxody0/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to.die.for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMRU0eeDI/AAAAAAAABIY/yUnM5mJKwhA/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145516803545266226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMRU0eeDI/AAAAAAAABIY/yUnM5mJKwhA/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMR00eeEI/AAAAAAAABIg/d5WzxlyPiBg/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145516812135200834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMR00eeEI/AAAAAAAABIg/d5WzxlyPiBg/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMSE0eeFI/AAAAAAAABIo/z4bwpBfltJk/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145516816430168146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iMSE0eeFI/AAAAAAAABIo/z4bwpBfltJk/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; check out the candle (that's how loooooooong it took for her to make 209438203482 wishes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iKbk0eeAI/AAAAAAAABIA/Lej1sny-IUk/s1600-h/birthday+wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145514780615669762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iKbk0eeAI/AAAAAAAABIA/Lej1sny-IUk/s320/birthday+wish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJZk0ed7I/AAAAAAAABHY/3yePQspRnVY/s1600-h/birthday+wish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145513646744303538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJZk0ed7I/AAAAAAAABHY/3yePQspRnVY/s320/birthday+wish2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJZ00ed8I/AAAAAAAABHg/iKSFeWuLgUc/s1600-h/blow+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145513651039270850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJZ00ed8I/AAAAAAAABHg/iKSFeWuLgUc/s320/blow+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Art of scary eating (perfected by us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJZ00ed9I/AAAAAAAABHo/OygzzlkGULs/s1600-h/art+of+scary+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145513651039270866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJZ00ed9I/AAAAAAAABHo/OygzzlkGULs/s320/art+of+scary+eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJaE0ed-I/AAAAAAAABHw/kWOb_Mr9vJA/s1600-h/cupcake+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145513655334238178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJaE0ed-I/AAAAAAAABHw/kWOb_Mr9vJA/s320/cupcake+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJaU0ed_I/AAAAAAAABH4/j_jdIJSmzMo/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145513659629205490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iJaU0ed_I/AAAAAAAABH4/j_jdIJSmzMo/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No more pizza hut for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDp00ed2I/AAAAAAAABGw/9JkIUsLVpd0/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145507328847411042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDp00ed2I/AAAAAAAABGw/9JkIUsLVpd0/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDqU0ed3I/AAAAAAAABG4/V6hQUmbnZKo/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145507337437345650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDqU0ed3I/AAAAAAAABG4/V6hQUmbnZKo/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDq00ed4I/AAAAAAAABHA/2YL9eIz5baI/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145507346027280258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDq00ed4I/AAAAAAAABHA/2YL9eIz5baI/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDrE0ed5I/AAAAAAAABHI/K0ZNsNlszbM/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145507350322247570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDrE0ed5I/AAAAAAAABHI/K0ZNsNlszbM/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDrU0ed6I/AAAAAAAABHQ/PFS0wXcrP64/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145507354617214882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iDrU0ed6I/AAAAAAAABHQ/PFS0wXcrP64/s320/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iAok0edxI/AAAAAAAABGI/pzeK_wIGyF8/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145504008837691154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iAok0edxI/AAAAAAAABGI/pzeK_wIGyF8/s320/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iApE0edyI/AAAAAAAABGQ/RpDF8ZxPcBw/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145504017427625762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iApE0edyI/AAAAAAAABGQ/RpDF8ZxPcBw/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iApU0edzI/AAAAAAAABGY/d2cRAureY_g/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145504021722593074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iApU0edzI/AAAAAAAABGY/d2cRAureY_g/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iAp00ed0I/AAAAAAAABGg/YQ4F86dhIKY/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145504030312527682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iAp00ed0I/AAAAAAAABGg/YQ4F86dhIKY/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;kthxbai! darling, happy 2oth i love you so much! :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iAqE0ed1I/AAAAAAAABGo/rQsHJcwD0tM/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145504034607494994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2iAqE0ed1I/AAAAAAAABGo/rQsHJcwD0tM/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migawd, I look stupid half the time, is this bad, or really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kk_TD5mhI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HRxWtlbW8DE/s1600-h/DSCF8291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kk_TD5mhI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HRxWtlbW8DE/s320/DSCF8291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145684719114492434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kk_zD5miI/AAAAAAAAAXA/blFnXwyZmTM/s1600-h/DSCF8293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kk_zD5miI/AAAAAAAAAXA/blFnXwyZmTM/s320/DSCF8293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145684727704427042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2klADD5mjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/VXwj3PGGWuo/s1600-h/DSCF8292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2klADD5mjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/VXwj3PGGWuo/s320/DSCF8292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145684731999394354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2klATD5mkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/P_7FVC9BWHg/s1600-h/DSCF8294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2klATD5mkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/P_7FVC9BWHg/s320/DSCF8294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145684736294361666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2klATD5mlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xCoZTCQnxcA/s1600-h/DSCF8330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2klATD5mlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xCoZTCQnxcA/s320/DSCF8330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145684736294361682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheheh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmeDD5mmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5XRLRJ5dHtE/s1600-h/DSCF8284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmeDD5mmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5XRLRJ5dHtE/s320/DSCF8284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145686346907097698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmeTD5mnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/i7dl9iD19g8/s1600-h/DSCF8286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmeTD5mnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/i7dl9iD19g8/s320/DSCF8286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145686351202065010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XD XD XD =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmejD5moI/AAAAAAAAAXw/f0AQKiqcTGU/s1600-h/DSCF8285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmejD5moI/AAAAAAAAAXw/f0AQKiqcTGU/s320/DSCF8285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145686355497032322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmezD5mpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/K74Yh10c_3I/s1600-h/DSCF8296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmezD5mpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/K74Yh10c_3I/s320/DSCF8296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145686359791999634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The newest addition, Okiihana (the brown one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmfDD5mqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h_e9Z5Km0Ic/s1600-h/DSCF8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2kmfDD5mqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h_e9Z5Km0Ic/s320/DSCF8350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145686364086966946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my fellow T.I.T and darling for the day!! :D It will never be half as fun without you twit around. I know you felt really weirded out but, thanks, really!!!  HEHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling for what you've done.. seriously am touched. (the poor boy went holland village at like 10+ and.. me and aL reached at 1+...)&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4821438994535167697?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4821438994535167697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4821438994535167697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4821438994535167697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4821438994535167697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/seriously-image-heavy.html' title='Seriously image heavy'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8YzF-upNbA/R2ifV00ee4I/AAAAAAAABPA/MtdV3vQEEF0/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6135632180819992157</id><published>2007-12-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:11:12.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>始めまして！よろしくおねがいします～</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2VNOjD5mdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OH-dUprhG4A/s1600-h/DSCF8267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2VNOjD5mdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OH-dUprhG4A/s320/DSCF8267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144603061665765842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2VNPjD5meI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_qJcrk_xD1w/s1600-h/DSCF8272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2VNPjD5meI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_qJcrk_xD1w/s320/DSCF8272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144603078845635042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2VNQDD5mfI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ACRv6dQShiU/s1600-h/DSCF8273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2VNQDD5mfI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ACRv6dQShiU/s320/DSCF8273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144603087435569650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's name is PiGu, call it Pi. (:&lt;br /&gt;Both my mom and dear have excellent taste for names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6135632180819992157?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6135632180819992157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6135632180819992157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6135632180819992157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6135632180819992157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='始めまして！よろしくおねがいします～'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/R2VNOjD5mdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OH-dUprhG4A/s72-c/DSCF8267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2142015407200967522</id><published>2007-12-10T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:41:57.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just HAVE to post this up</title><content type='html'>(This is really bad, cos I'm not supposed to be reading this when I'm still in my 2nd year but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost from &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2007/12/04/twentysomething-why-i-regret-getting-straight-as-in-college/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry_title" id="post-1102"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2007/12/04/twentysomething-why-i-regret-getting-straight-as-in-college/"&gt;Twentysomething: Why I regret getting straight A’s in college&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a guest post from Jon Morrow, who is 25 years old. His blog is &lt;a href="http://www.onmoneymaking.com/"&gt;On Moneymaking&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; By &lt;a href="http://www.onmoneymaking.com/about-jon"&gt;Jon Morrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I nearly killed myself in college to get straight A’s.  Well, almost straight A’s. I graduated with 37 A’s and 3 B’s for a GPA of 3.921. At the time, I thought I was hot stuff.  Now I wonder if it wasn’t a waste of time. Let me explain:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  No one has ever asked about my GPA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that having a high GPA would open all kinds of doors for me.  But you know what?  I interviewed with lots of companies, &lt;a href="http://www.onmoneymaking.com/how-i-got-a-six-figure-salary-straight-out-of-college.html"&gt;received a total of 14 job offers &lt;/a&gt;after graduation, and none of the companies asked about it.  They were much more impressed with stuff like serving as Chief of Staff for the student government and starting a radio station run by 200 volunteers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I suppose a college recruiter from a Fortune 500 company might ask, but honestly, I can’t see any employer hiring a straight-A student over someone with five years of relevant work experience.  It might tip the scale in a competitive situation, but in most cases, I haven’t seen that grades are really that important to employers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  I didn’t sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you’re a super genius, getting 37 A’s is hard work.  For me, it was an obsession.  Anything less than an A+ on any assignment was unacceptable.  I’d study for 60-80 hours a week, and if I didn’t get the highest grade in class, I’d put in 100 hours the next week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Translation: I didn’t sleep much.  From my freshman to junior year, I averaged about six hours a night.  By my senior year though, I was only getting 3-5 per night, even on weekends.  I was drinking a 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew and 2-3 energy drinks per day just to stay awake.  Not only is that unhealthy, but it’s not particularly fun either.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  I’ve forgotten 95% of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I majored in English Literature and minored in Communication Theory.  The main reason I chose those subjects was I thought they would teach me how to write and speak, two skills that would serve me well for the rest of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Boy, was I stupid.  Instead, I spent all my time reading classic literature and memorizing vague, pseudoscientific communication theories.  Neither are useful at all, and I’ve forgotten at least 95% of it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’d guess the same is true for most college graduates.  Tell me, what’s the point of spending 60-80 hours a week learning things that you immediately forget?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  I didn’t have time for people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the student government and running a radio station, I had lots of opportunities to build a huge network.  But I didn’t have time.  Between studying and doing my job, I had to prioritize the people I wanted to develop relationships with and narrow it down to the handful who could help me the most.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s no way to go through school.  College isn’t so much a training ground for entering the work place as a sandbox for figuring out who you are and how you relate to other people.  You develop your social skills and forge relationships with people that might be colleagues for the rest of your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I could do it all over again, I would spend less time in the library and more time at parties.  I would have 50 friends, not 3.  I would be known for “the guy that knows everyone,” not “the smartest guy in class.”  Not only because it would’ve been more fun, but because I would still be friends with most of those people now and would have access to the networks they’ve developed over the last four years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  Work experience is more valuable. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I could’ve probably spent 20-30 hours a week on my studies and gotten B’s.  That would’ve freed up 30-70 hours a week, depending on the course load.  When I think of all of the things that I could’ve done with those hours, I just shake my head.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If there’s one thing graduates lack, it’s relevant work experience.  If you want to be a freelance writer, you’re much better off writing articles for magazines and interning with a publishing company than working your tail off to get straight A’s.  The experience makes you more valuable to future employers and usually results in a paycheck with a few more digits on it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about Graduate School? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re getting your masters, going to law school, or becoming a doctor, then you’ll need all 37 of those A’s to get into the best school possible, and you can safely disregard this entire post.  Just be sure that you follow through.  I thought I would go to law school, and then I &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2007/05/16/five-myths-about-going-to-law-school/"&gt;found out what a miserable career it is &lt;/a&gt;and how little it actually pays.  All of those good grades are now going to waste.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It also comes down to the question, “What’s the most effective use of your time?”  If you can’t imagine living without an &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2005/08/01/is-grad-school-right-for-you/"&gt;advanced degree &lt;/a&gt;from an Ivy League school, then reading until your eyes fall out and sleeping on a table in the library is a perfectly defensible lifestyle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the other hand, if you want to get a job and make as much money as possible, then good grades aren’t going to help you as your teachers and parents might have you believe.  You’re better making powerful friends, building a killer résumé, and generally &lt;a href="http://blog.guykawasaki.com/2006/01/hindsights.html"&gt;having the time of your life on your parent’s dime&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it's like me - no life and no grades?! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2142015407200967522?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2142015407200967522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2142015407200967522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2142015407200967522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2142015407200967522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-have-to-post-this-up.html' title='I just HAVE to post this up'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-314608552979993371</id><published>2007-12-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:27:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New header/whatever again</title><content type='html'>This is done in remembrance of octie, who hasn't came back to me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally bright and shiny and well  after being sick for like what, a week.&lt;br /&gt;Was all groggly for the last paper (which happens to be NM, no less). So basically, I'm screwed. I didn't feel so ill-prepared for any paper in my uni life. It feels even worse than the political science paper last semester. Which I got a C+, so early congrats to me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall follow a new set of rules for myself. I used to be always so conscious about how people see what I do. Like, whether I should do this or not cos of how I look to others. It becomes a habitual act that I MUST do what I do because, I feel obliged to.&lt;br /&gt;From now on. I'm gonna start doing things for the sake of doing it cos I just want to. And stop saying "okay" and "never mind" without even thinking.&lt;br /&gt;py's right about how I shall not do things.. just for the sake of proving something.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't pay to be nice nowadays anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm running on full steam on polymer clay and inhaling polymer clay fumes these days (with mom going like OMG THERE'S SMOKE about twice a day and dad saying TURN THAT THING OFF IT SMELLS BURNT). No wonder I took so long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still figuring out what's the problem when I mix black clay into my beads. It always look really dark and black. Mom says it's cos of my inner self that's dark or something. It's such a typical Her theory that.. I kind of brushed it off and agreed silently this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm jumping from point to point, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm inspired by aL's sister to put my trusty old really vintage sewing machine to use again. Watch me, I'd have more strange clothes and accessories after this holidays. And my felt. Probably I'd try making Octie numbertwo, (okay I said I'm really bad at names but here goes) - Novie soon, in pink and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;October.. November.. AHahahah. Not funny I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there's not much time for me to do all that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biaomei and 2nd aunt going Japan in March. I wanna :(&lt;br /&gt;Can I pray that midterm break is then, and I'd magically scan all my notes into my brain before going? So I can gooo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, knock off bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-314608552979993371?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/314608552979993371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=314608552979993371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/314608552979993371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/314608552979993371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-headerwhatever-again.html' title='New header/whatever again'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4036908469380607251</id><published>2007-12-03T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:29:06.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gifup.com/show/f18632fae7" title="GIF animations generator gifup.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifup.com/data/gifs/f/1/8/f18632fae7.gif" alt="GIF animations generator gifup.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gifup.com/"&gt;GIF animations generator gifup.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I'm done with waddling in new media. I'm doomed. period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4036908469380607251?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4036908469380607251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4036908469380607251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4036908469380607251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4036908469380607251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/12/gif-animations-generator-gifup.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-5584806848868597431</id><published>2007-11-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:39:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reminded today again why I'm so wary of meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not saying I didn't enjoy my time at Bo's campground today (which is really like a camping place, or hall, or whatever.) It's that I've got a feeling that meeting new people and saying hi and smiling burnt me out more than studying.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I insist on the fact, they are all really really nice people and it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\ It's strange how I actually like interacting with people but how I somehow distance myself against new people. Totally defeats the purpose of liking ain't it? =-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I don't mind going there again since they are not new anymore. And I did study much today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even got myself a wonky nus highlighter from bo. Wonkiee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, milktea rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-5584806848868597431?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/5584806848868597431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=5584806848868597431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5584806848868597431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5584806848868597431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-reminded-today-again-why-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6934639538573486815</id><published>2007-11-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:24:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mug-athon starts.</title><content type='html'>It should have started long ago, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proteins make cells. So I shall eat lots of meat. In need of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WORKING &lt;/span&gt;brain cells. Care to loan, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, isn't it funny how people like to judge others in the context of their own world? Even up till a pretty old age, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's so unjustifiable?&lt;br /&gt;I never once turned away when you (s) asked me to, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my style - oh how cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;So if I say I'm sorry I can't do it this time, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not annoyed or anything. Just really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it so bad too. Don't judge, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6934639538573486815?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6934639538573486815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6934639538573486815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6934639538573486815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6934639538573486815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/mug-athon-starts.html' title='mug-athon starts.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-5080222813660621088</id><published>2007-11-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:50:57.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm supposed to be doing microbes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7q5jlmgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PLoOCfXhif8/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7q5jlmgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PLoOCfXhif8/s320/DSC02107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134098814648818178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the lousy lighting and SEE MY NOSE! you see, I HAVE A NOSE! muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to py for such a lousy twit pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7rpjlmhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RC9MeI8u7fs/s1600-h/DSC02131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7rpjlmhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RC9MeI8u7fs/s320/DSC02131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134098827533720082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, hawwie Potta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7r5jlmiI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HpqEgBrIfQs/s1600-h/DSC02128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7r5jlmiI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HpqEgBrIfQs/s320/DSC02128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134098831828687394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best imitation of Octie. (actually I closed my mouth in time when this guy sitting opposite us in the library went like O.o...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7spjlmjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/JB0Zg5I9Ml0/s1600-h/CIMG1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7spjlmjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/JB0Zg5I9Ml0/s320/CIMG1750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134098844713589298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7tZjlmkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PArm-ZQva_c/s1600-h/CIMG1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7tZjlmkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PArm-ZQva_c/s320/CIMG1749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134098857598491202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TC after the shittie presentation. Marks the end of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I've concluded that I have a very approachable face (haha). After getting annoyed endlessly yesterday- long story but it's fine now; I was stopped by 3 people to do survey/sign on for insurance/whatever. I maintained =____= this expression for an extremely long time but it didn't seem to work, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm now being branded the Walking Emoticon. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-5080222813660621088?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/5080222813660621088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=5080222813660621088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5080222813660621088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5080222813660621088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-supposed-to-be-doing-microbes-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rz_7q5jlmgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/PLoOCfXhif8/s72-c/DSC02107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-9185975069143194527</id><published>2007-11-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:12:11.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Octie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzsPjwQ58dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6mrS0hAA6ac/s1600-h/PICTURE+812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzsPjwQ58dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6mrS0hAA6ac/s400/PICTURE+812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132713307244458450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I know it's not a very creative name but Octie is none other but my octopus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my dearest py said, it probably ran away because it's sucker is on the wrong side (according to her, I must put many little suckers on its tentacles instead. Yuckers.), and thus it sucked to the wrong person and ran away. Some other explanations include (from Ki-san), it died and landed up in someone's tummy (probably his) as takoyaki. Yeah, funny. Oh, and thanks Jiaxin-san for going back to look for it with me. I know I sound slightly insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm really kinda sad. So if you see this around, please tell me. Depending on my mood, I'd decide if I shall whack the person who took it, or ask from the person nicely. If it landed up in the dustbin, I.. will continue being sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-9185975069143194527?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/9185975069143194527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=9185975069143194527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/9185975069143194527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/9185975069143194527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/tribute-to-octie.html' title='Tribute to Octie'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzsPjwQ58dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6mrS0hAA6ac/s72-c/PICTURE+812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4320230942532204290</id><published>2007-11-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:30:11.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bag+ earrings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a short intro to what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I forgot to close my water bottle tightly and put it inside my big pink stripey bag. (yeah smart I know)&lt;br /&gt;Thus, everything was wet. And since everything was already wet, I decided to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;But, holy macaroni, it DYED itself. Meaning, the pink part dyed the white part streaks of pink.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, that was smart of me to wash it too I know)&lt;br /&gt;So, very intelligently (again) I decided to use bleach to clean away the pink parts on the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK2zTYdbYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uVgtSje-PhU/s1600-h/DSCF8124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK2zTYdbYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uVgtSje-PhU/s400/DSCF8124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130363918020865410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tool and culprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Very sadly, I accidentally toppled the bottle over, down from the sink and therefore, this was what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK2yzYdbXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AxBFYdpcWIc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK2yzYdbXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AxBFYdpcWIc/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130363909430930802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That blue thing is Daddy's berms btw.&lt;br /&gt;And the bleach sure is strong. Blue turning orange is definitely not normal.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there were a few shirts which got bleached too, which I didn't realise until a week later.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was pretty sad. I told him and he just stared at it miserably, saying "just throw it away."&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I needed a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;I found a bucket bag that everyone seemed to hate besides me and dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK3hjYdbbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ss4INmayB5s/s1600-h/DSCF8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK3hjYdbbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ss4INmayB5s/s400/DSCF8137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130364712589815218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that is my new dye job. Haha ya right.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the end of the bag and bleach story. I'd prolly dye my whole bag pink, or black cos I like the big bag alot :( It's the best bag I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling irritated with the pile of accessories on the cupboard behind my bed so I decided to pack it back into the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Counted the number of pairs of earrings I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK2zzYdbZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/huf7dcDwqNA/s1600-h/DSCF8139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK2zzYdbZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/huf7dcDwqNA/s400/DSCF8139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130363926610800018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No wonder mom says I'm scary.&lt;br /&gt;(the total number wearable is 50. That excludes those gold ones that I wore when I just had the earholes. That I no longer wear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised dad has a good taste. Apparently most of the earrings that mommy has was given by him. So shwweet uh.&lt;br /&gt;Eg, the vintage scooter earrings, and cd lookalike rainbow ones.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;I think 85% of my earrings are done by mommy. Seriously. And uh, one by me ^__^&lt;br /&gt;There were three pairs that daddy did for me (the three pairs with some flower crystal thingie at the top of the pic) but I really don't wear often. =\ bad daughter I know. But I guess from the way he did.. He really doesn't understand his daughter. lol.&lt;br /&gt;He still insists on buying crystals to make for me though. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While packing I found another thing that made me high ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK20DYdbaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Nz5DoS1RGok/s1600-h/DSCF81411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK20DYdbaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Nz5DoS1RGok/s400/DSCF81411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130363930905767330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;It used to be a pair. But god knows what happened to the guy. Think I dropped it somewhere. Cos when I found the girl she's without the needle at the back. Glued it back and YAY! I've got another retarded earring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4320230942532204290?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4320230942532204290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4320230942532204290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4320230942532204290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4320230942532204290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/bag-earrings.html' title='bag+ earrings!'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RzK2zTYdbYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uVgtSje-PhU/s72-c/DSCF8124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6708764079825583988</id><published>2007-11-04T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:27:44.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just updated flpe cos I'm muttering too many wtfs within the first 15mins which I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are still alive because it's illegal to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6708764079825583988?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6708764079825583988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6708764079825583988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6708764079825583988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6708764079825583988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-just-updated-flpe-cos-im-muttering.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-1334246803549801313</id><published>2007-11-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:17:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers Again - EXILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05611112965254749 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWZjJ6eFoF0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05611112965254749 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWZjJ6eFoF0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05611112965254749 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWZjJ6eFoF0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05611112965254749 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWZjJ6eFoF0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWZjJ6eFoF0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWZjJ6eFoF0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初雪にざわめく街で 見覚えのあるスカイブルーのマフラー&lt;br /&gt;ふり向いた知らない顔にうつむく&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あのひとが部屋を出てから この退屈な街に二度目の冬&lt;br /&gt;僕はまだ想いの炎消せずにくすぶっている&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ひとりでは 愛してる証さえ曖昧でせつないだけ&lt;br /&gt;ふたりでは やさしく見守ること続けられない…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もう一度会いたいと願うのは 痛みさえいとしいから&lt;br /&gt;ときめきを失くした永遠より 熱い刹那を&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「さよなら」は僕から告げた 後悔ならば何度したことだろう&lt;br /&gt;時間だけ巻き戻せたらいいのに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唇を薄く開いて「もう平気よ」とつぶやいたあのひと&lt;br /&gt;つよがりと本当は気づいていたよ この僕でも&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ひとりでは 愛された記憶さえ儚くてむなしいだけ&lt;br /&gt;ふたりでは 想いあたためる意味見つけられない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もう二度とあんなに誰かのこと愛せない そう思ってた&lt;br /&gt;でも今は情熱が目を覚ます予感がしてる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever fall in love, again もう一度めぐり会えたら&lt;br /&gt;その手を離さない もう迷わないさ&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say to you 言葉にできないままで&lt;br /&gt;想いはあふれてくGet back in love, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もう一度会いたいと願うのは 痛みさえいとしいから&lt;br /&gt;ときめきを失くした永遠より 現実(リアル)を生きる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もう二度とあんなに誰かのこと愛せない そう思ってた&lt;br /&gt;でも今は情熱が目を覚ます予感がしてる&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-1334246803549801313?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/1334246803549801313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=1334246803549801313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1334246803549801313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1334246803549801313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/lovers-again-exile.html' title='Lovers Again - EXILE'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4510525228851831563</id><published>2007-11-03T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:24:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyxaAxymR5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/dWH4uXQKIsE/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyxaAxymR5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/dWH4uXQKIsE/s400/DSC00338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128573045080213394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for the larger image.&lt;br /&gt;But that was what happened after studying half the day with aL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn artistically by dear and me.&lt;br /&gt;Guess which is who's. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4510525228851831563?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4510525228851831563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4510525228851831563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4510525228851831563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4510525228851831563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/click-for-larger-image.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyxaAxymR5I/AAAAAAAAAUw/dWH4uXQKIsE/s72-c/DSC00338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6452130861831292726</id><published>2007-11-03T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T16:17:17.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Gonna Suck when You Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrghymRzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8kvACnWqJSg/s1600-h/CIMG1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrghymRzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8kvACnWqJSg/s320/CIMG1727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128521913494554418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6pm class ended from then on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrhBymR0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/TnpOCD-7I-I/s1600-h/CIMG1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrhBymR0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/TnpOCD-7I-I/s320/CIMG1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128521922084489026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wassup with the poses seriously. x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywriRymR1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sFx5XdtrOL8/s1600-h/DSC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywriRymR1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sFx5XdtrOL8/s320/DSC00258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128521943559325522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dear Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrixymR2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/gpPlWBQqyu4/s1600-h/DSC00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrixymR2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/gpPlWBQqyu4/s320/DSC00257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128521952149260130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to prove the point of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrjBymR3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ddguIOFjdRo/s1600-h/DSC00921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrjBymR3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ddguIOFjdRo/s320/DSC00921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128521956444227442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The infamous jellyfish head.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it usually does not look like that. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6452130861831292726?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6452130861831292726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6452130861831292726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6452130861831292726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6452130861831292726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-gonna-suck-when-you-grow-up.html' title='Life Gonna Suck when You Grow Up'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RywrghymRzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8kvACnWqJSg/s72-c/CIMG1727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-1394611169441235964</id><published>2007-10-29T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:56:03.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>My com almost died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something went wrong with the new antivirus glen says will work. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've learnt an important lesson that things that are suitable for someone may not be for another.&lt;br /&gt;Just like facial products, medicine, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;And now I've got an awfully screwy computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall work my ass off during December to get a freaking lappie so I won't feel so lost when this dear computer works up a fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-1394611169441235964?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/1394611169441235964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=1394611169441235964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1394611169441235964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1394611169441235964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2623503324108953838</id><published>2007-10-27T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:05:59.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated pics, my wk in general etccccc.</title><content type='html'>Backdated 19/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gee it's almost like the annoying christin who always backdates her entry X_X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went out with py to the Teabone, located uh, somewhere in between brasbasah and cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQtxymRtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M1aPDVtfV6o/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQtxymRtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M1aPDVtfV6o/s320/DSC01985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125959179523475154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tea egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQuRymRuI/AAAAAAAAATY/Bvppn15iCyU/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQuRymRuI/AAAAAAAAATY/Bvppn15iCyU/s320/DSC01986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125959188113409762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yolk of the egg - all watery and soft.&lt;br /&gt;It costs a horrifying amount of $3.50 (which you can eat like, 7 of which in pasar malams), but it's uh, really worth it. Like awww I'm floating kinda satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQuRymRvI/AAAAAAAAATg/L5qUJ8EvYzw/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQuRymRvI/AAAAAAAAATg/L5qUJ8EvYzw/s320/DSC01987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125959188113409778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The $*gasp*10 peach tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQuhymRwI/AAAAAAAAATo/fO-VCnUd7Yk/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQuhymRwI/AAAAAAAAATo/fO-VCnUd7Yk/s320/DSC01988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125959192408377090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cucumber sandwiches. Sounded and looked pretty weird (it looked slightly like bread that were soggy with water and were flattened dry with a roller or something), but it was mhhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;The place was super comfy and sleep-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a great day! Walked around (actually, walked alot) and talked lots of crap. I wanna go again! Major indulgence though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was on a SATURDAY (GRAH) in SCHOOL. x__X&lt;br /&gt;That botak's Wilfred (who really is quite amused/traumatised by me and eve) and that guy chewing on the USB cap is Thomas, an exchange student from France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMUqxymRxI/AAAAAAAAATw/uV1RXnGopGY/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMUqxymRxI/AAAAAAAAATw/uV1RXnGopGY/s320/DSC01997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125963526030378770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone ate lollipops ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMUrRymRyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ttnNd-jc1xk/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMUrRymRyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ttnNd-jc1xk/s320/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125963534620313378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as eve said, our JS2213 group members rock. It was really fun working with them, bitching about the Ang.. Kor wat (haha), watching Arashi dancing and laugh at wil's grimace, laughing at the generation gap we (eve, thomas, me) has with wil.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilitation went rather well. (: I'm glad everyone did not look like they were going to zzz on us. And yeah, it was great that the amount of effort we put in did give us some form of result in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be missing them too soon! Still another report and paper to hand in as a group. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day had NM2201 project and it was great too. (: I thought so, and I hope the lecturer thinks so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was really caught up with things the whole week and am suffering from some syndrome of drunkard-ish talking when I'm having lack of sleep. Some of the tutorial mates whom I wasn't very close with were quite shocked by my randomness when I'm awfully sleepy. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first article for the ridge is going to be born soon and thankfully, py didn't feel the need to bite my head off, but instead stained the article in pretty red (yes I was quite freaked out even though was forewarned D:).&lt;br /&gt;Am getting jitters for everything. It must be the weather. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop procrastinating. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes oh yes, I passed my japanese midterm- literally. 25/50 (which is below average btw), but heck, was I happy. However, I shall try to pull it up to a B at least for final exams =\ Bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2623503324108953838?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2623503324108953838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2623503324108953838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2623503324108953838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2623503324108953838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/outdated-pics-my-wk-in-general-etccccc.html' title='Outdated pics, my wk in general etccccc.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RyMQtxymRtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M1aPDVtfV6o/s72-c/DSC01985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7263221263731871242</id><published>2007-10-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:36:42.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>瑠璃の雨</title><content type='html'>This is one of the signs that I'm swaying dangerously over to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5OLN4u3sFk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5OLN4u3sFk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Mavis said so, I shall post this to enlighten anyone who bothered to watch.&lt;br /&gt;And, I like Shou btw. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x AI x                         *-mavis-* (・θ・) says:&lt;br /&gt;the one holding the ball is drummer, NAO&lt;br /&gt;x AI x                         *-mavis-* (・θ・) says:&lt;br /&gt;the one with the black hair is guitarist, Tora&lt;br /&gt;x AI x                         *-mavis-* (・θ・) says:&lt;br /&gt;the one with the trad instrument is guitarist hiroto&lt;br /&gt;x AI x                         *-mavis-* (・θ・) says:&lt;br /&gt;the one with the umbrella is bassist saga&lt;br /&gt;♫ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;._. i shall just copy and paste&lt;br /&gt;x AI x                         *-mavis-* (・θ・) says:&lt;br /&gt;the one who appears most of the time, the guy i mean, is the vocalist, shou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7263221263731871242?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7263221263731871242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7263221263731871242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7263221263731871242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7263221263731871242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='瑠璃の雨'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7486629809004470147</id><published>2007-10-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:19:25.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RxIlOB-GjuI/AAAAAAAAARo/f-AI9razTH4/s1600-h/doraemon%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RxIlOB-GjuI/AAAAAAAAARo/f-AI9razTH4/s400/doraemon%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121196649250983650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when I'm Home Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forgot to draw eyeliner for dora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7486629809004470147?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7486629809004470147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7486629809004470147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7486629809004470147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7486629809004470147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-what-happens-when-im-home-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RxIlOB-GjuI/AAAAAAAAARo/f-AI9razTH4/s72-c/doraemon%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-260604688643090056</id><published>2007-10-14T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:18:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YET another bimbotic post</title><content type='html'>This is so so random but the mask I bought on Friday with aL is.. omg. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web1.sasa.com/shop/pimage/1398/601465n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://web1.sasa.com/shop/pimage/1398/601465n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seaweed softening, whitening and acne prevention mask.&lt;br /&gt;Was going to buy the red wine mask aL bought and gave me the other time but don't know why I suddenly felt like buying this instead. From Basic Beauty and apparently &lt;a href="http://web1.sasa.com/SasaWeb/eng/product/view_product_review.jsp?itemno=101720003001"&gt;SaSa&lt;/a&gt; has it too.&lt;br /&gt;Super cooling and relaxing!!! AHHHHH. (you see, I get stressed for no reasons and I'd start to get pissed with my complexion and I'd get even more stressed and I can't settle down to do work cos I feel super stressed. Makes sense no? So I'm working hard to wash my face properly and have a nice complexion so I have one less thing to get pissed about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just realised that getting over a huge shock will cause major hunger pangs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, gotta stop procrastinating and get work done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-260604688643090056?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/260604688643090056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=260604688643090056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/260604688643090056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/260604688643090056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/yet-another-bimbotic-post.html' title='YET another bimbotic post'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2066338523093363218</id><published>2007-10-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:30:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very interesting day</title><content type='html'>Today was an extremely eventful day. From being called in the lecture hall by saito-sensei and totally oblivious to it, to being stared at by TAG (Shall elaborate on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with aL after lesson to pass her her vintage (it is very vintage, trust my word on it) Adidas bag and collect her other bag from another seller. She passed me another doraemon notebook which really tickled me because I bought a similar one, but smaller a few wks ago. But thanks anyway darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rw-OMR-GjtI/AAAAAAAAARg/_blV_3tbC98/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rw-OMR-GjtI/AAAAAAAAARg/_blV_3tbC98/s200/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120467642976997074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our first destination is Bugis library.&lt;br /&gt;And I just HAVE to say this.&lt;br /&gt;Saw TAGs (Oh, I just realised that the G can be used for both! :D). Ok wait, I didn't see them. Apparently aL saw them saw me and were giving some weird faces already. I only realised their existence there much later. It's uber suayness eh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I shall not elaborate here but if you're keen on freaking yourself out just ask me what happened. (it's a long surreal story..とてもロメンテクね。HAHA. right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around looking for cardigans! And bucket bags! xDD Can't find any bags that I like, cardigans are in Bugis which I didn't buy in hope of getting it in Cotton On. But it wasn't really what I want + it's too thin so probably I'd get it at Bugis then.&lt;br /&gt;However, I've just counted and I think I saw around 4 people with grey long cardigan today. Which is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grey top is here but it isn't as nice as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;But as aL said "you'd find someway to rock it"&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's my first item online so I MUST rock it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, did I mention I bought masks too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a bimbotic post. I can't believe I'm actually posting this.&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow. I'm gonna squat in school to do the project. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE SLPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2066338523093363218?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2066338523093363218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2066338523093363218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2066338523093363218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2066338523093363218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-very-interesting-day.html' title='My very interesting day'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rw-OMR-GjtI/AAAAAAAAARg/_blV_3tbC98/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3538631529203567136</id><published>2007-10-09T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:15:03.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>distance -&gt; discontent -&gt; envy towards others &amp;amp; pinch of jealousy -&gt; emofying -&gt; feel like being as bitchy as possible just to get attention -&gt; decided it's being stupid so surpressing all of the above + fact that person in question does not seem to know about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; Equates to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I feel like bringing floppy for dry cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is my third time editing this post but anyway, I've been out of touch with chi pop for so long D:&lt;br /&gt;This is so outdated but rainie and linjj's new albums are very uh, easy to digest. HAHA. okay nice to listen when you're brain dead. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3538631529203567136?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3538631529203567136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3538631529203567136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3538631529203567136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3538631529203567136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/distance-discontent-envy-towards-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-297847376987679259</id><published>2007-10-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:34:56.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, I seem to have alot to say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it suddenly struck me how weird human ties are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a horrifically short time for people to suddenly change the position of another person in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;It happens so subtly. Not unlike the way you shift, change, refurnish your furnitures and walls bit by bit until one day you look back to the old photos of your room and go like, oh wow it was like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to be digging a little into my memory after a totally out of nowhere phone call from the Turtle himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: (yea collective "what, who?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer is.. he's a. Somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is quite funny because say, a year ago he used to be a very important somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it took me such a short time to delete off the importance. As if I had only tagged the word there so..carelessly. That I could backspace it so effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a point to say, it is never worth it to cry for anybody, no matter over what.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'd just look back (into your written blog or memory floating somewhere in your mass of uh, cells), and go like wtf was  that me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most freakie thing was that I couldn't even recognise his voice when he called. I swear I recognise all my friends' voices on phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my point?&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-297847376987679259?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/297847376987679259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=297847376987679259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/297847376987679259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/297847376987679259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/ah-i-seem-to-have-alot-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-5702624740383395547</id><published>2007-10-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:53:57.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH. I've finally found a picture for that bag I want. Can someone tell me where to find it. Preferably below 30 and uh, not in this kinda cloth. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marinerssupply.co.uk/asps/uploads/super/1207-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.marinerssupply.co.uk/asps/uploads/super/1207-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the idea uh? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( he (who's an avid supporter of ZINC. omg&gt;_&gt;) claims that zinc has it. kill me please before I trod over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-5702624740383395547?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/5702624740383395547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=5702624740383395547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5702624740383395547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5702624740383395547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8500868923992464049</id><published>2007-10-07T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:48:37.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling really quite sad because everytime I feel like buying something the seller seems to go missing! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back later if I've got time. I'm now pretty sure I'd stay in school till next year only. Honours is bad for health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8500868923992464049?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8500868923992464049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8500868923992464049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8500868923992464049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8500868923992464049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-feeling-really-quite-sad-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4694358914005007764</id><published>2007-10-02T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:14:56.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Just to clarify, I AM NOT talking about me in the last post. I don't emofy here anymore. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g83/_reenactment/000add09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g83/_reenactment/000add09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the seller to like, sell it to me. :( She disappeared!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THE LONG GREY CARDI!!!! Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was totally random.&lt;br /&gt;Will be busy for awhile. So am going to disappear for good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my jellyfish hair is  coping well with me now. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4694358914005007764?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4694358914005007764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4694358914005007764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4694358914005007764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4694358914005007764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-to-clarify-i-am-not-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4664928305759907413</id><published>2007-09-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:25:07.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet: It Doesn't Make You Stupid. It Just Makes Your Stupidity More Accessible To Others.</title><content type='html'>Title credited to boonwj. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so apt, I shall let it speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;But I shall add another that I've always believed in then, Stupidity Cannot Be Cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all's well. Studying and project-ing and slacking my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out and start exercising. Beginning to feel so unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss dance training so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not be an emofark. Not like people are obliged to listen to your angst eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's definition of  friends are really different.&lt;br /&gt;For me, a friend pokes at all my horrible sides and make sure I don't irritate everyone so much by reminding me and telling me what's politically right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Not to shut their mouths and just listen whenever I feel like emofying and when my emofying days are like 100% of the days cos I'm sad that noone is willing to listen to me emofy. *collective response of aaaaawwwwwww...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would have typed this in Japanese so my horrible friends can't read what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOoHoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait no, I'm not even talking about me. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4664928305759907413?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4664928305759907413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4664928305759907413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4664928305759907413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4664928305759907413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/internet-it-doesnt-make-you-stupid-it.html' title='The Internet: It Doesn&apos;t Make You Stupid. It Just Makes Your Stupidity More Accessible To Others.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3590024752039962257</id><published>2007-09-25T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:09:37.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/Wanyu/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/Wanyu/3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;も，一歳ですね。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛してる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3590024752039962257?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3590024752039962257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3590024752039962257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3590024752039962257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3590024752039962257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-many-more-to-come_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8074691691447948326</id><published>2007-09-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:15:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry for the constant disappearance, but you see, I'm really really busy.&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:03am now, just to prove my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATAS fair is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for accepting the job offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. More tomorrow if I decide to come home early and start studying. shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8074691691447948326?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8074691691447948326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8074691691447948326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8074691691447948326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8074691691447948326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-so-sorry-for-constant-disappearance.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2087580301504616088</id><published>2007-09-10T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:46:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wuff</title><content type='html'>I just stumbled upon something and saw that my oldest oldest friend and her bf is still doing very well. And they look as good together as usual. Since.. Sec 2?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a pang of.. Don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;py was asking me about stuffs like that a few days ago. Like, how come two people can stick together for so long and still like each other.&lt;br /&gt;To which I gave some answer that only uh, she will know. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:| And I wonder, minus all the problems, minus every other thing that gets in our way, will we still look so perfectly happily like them after say, 5 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2087580301504616088?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2087580301504616088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2087580301504616088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2087580301504616088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2087580301504616088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-erasable-post.html' title='wuff'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3055096505095502697</id><published>2007-09-10T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:15:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling oh-so-horrified due to the latest abuse of my hair again. (yes, again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say is, there is a huge pile of what that was on my head on the floor after the whole trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got a pretty interesting haircut. I'm still deciding whether I like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to note: NEVER let a hairdresser cut your fringe, or tell them "I want something new" without specifying what you exactly want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3055096505095502697?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3055096505095502697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3055096505095502697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3055096505095502697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3055096505095502697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-feeling-oh-so-horrified-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-4795048471143284073</id><published>2007-09-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:31:22.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to miss call myself (long story to why) and I ended up calling his number without even realising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I seem to have lost my bf to the most loved phase of life of all Singaporean guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-4795048471143284073?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/4795048471143284073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=4795048471143284073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4795048471143284073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/4795048471143284073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wanted-to-miss-call-myself-long-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-5044984900944382566</id><published>2007-09-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:20:55.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've just realised I'm taggeedddd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. (the person who tagged you is) -Larissa- san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) - 友達 ^-^ TB CLASS! (gosh I miss them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) - bubbly, well-groomed, cute, loves chocs, uh.. neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) - Does screaming WANYU-SAN!!!! everytime seeing me around in school counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) - after this 2and1/2 years nothing can separate the both of you apart, cos you've been through the hardest. -something someone else said I think. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) - Not turning les anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) - uh. Sex change?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) - ignore her. I'm a peaceful being. HAhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) - cos.. she's too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - smile and say hi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - uh? Answered before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) - Retarded. X_x I know okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) - I happen to care, alot. For people who matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. (the characteristic you hate about yourself is) - I'm turning really two faced. A trait I picked up when growing up these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) - I have no idea. I hope I'd stop having sudden emofying moments and hurt anyone around me anymore. Including my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) - thanks for accepting the imperfect me for who I am.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. aL&lt;br /&gt;2. Danny&lt;br /&gt;3. Peiyee&lt;br /&gt;4. Simyee&lt;br /&gt;5. (rawr why so many) Christin&lt;br /&gt;6. Marcus&lt;br /&gt;7. Kevin&lt;br /&gt;8.Huimin&lt;br /&gt;9. Wenjie&lt;br /&gt;10. Jeff  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(who is no.6 having a relationship with?) - New gf! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - Male.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) - That's pretty scary. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(What is no.2 studying?) - Uh, army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?) - a few hours ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(What kind of music does no.8 like?) - Songs with nice lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) - 2 younger sis and a dog.  Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) - HAHAHAH. She loves me anyway. Why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(How about no.7?) - That'd be freaky. It'd be  like sec sch all over again.That is, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Is no.4 single?) - yes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(What’s the surname of no.5?) - jonathon!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(What’s the hobby of no.4?) - oh shit, uh.. slacking! Tennis?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?) - They don't really know each other (luckily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?) - =_= ARMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) - I love her, and she's the bestest girlfwen I've ever &lt;del&gt;hard&lt;/del&gt; &lt;- that sounded really wrong. HAD=-=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - HAHAHA. NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) - Toh Guan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(What colour does no.4 like?) - uh, yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) - Nope. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Does no.7 like no.2?) - xD I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - OG groupmate. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) - &lt;del&gt;shitzu&lt;/del&gt; Shihtzu(oops) uno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) - I'd say. He is when there's noone left in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm falling asleep typing. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spelling rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-5044984900944382566?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/5044984900944382566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=5044984900944382566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5044984900944382566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5044984900944382566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-just-realised-im-taggeedddd.html' title='I&apos;ve just realised I&apos;m taggeedddd.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6925188506093329149</id><published>2007-09-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:09:43.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RtmAGpTh9iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wzSwGKG2Ltw/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RtmAGpTh9iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wzSwGKG2Ltw/s200/bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105252504256509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RtmAG5Th9jI/AAAAAAAAARA/Xia6IRsmVAk/s1600-h/sweets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RtmAG5Th9jI/AAAAAAAAARA/Xia6IRsmVAk/s200/sweets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105252508551476786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute uh? And it's yummy. There's one more that's rose on the sweet. But uh, it's somewhere in my intestines already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RtmAG5Th9kI/AAAAAAAAARI/TPwNvMIefi4/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RtmAG5Th9kI/AAAAAAAAARI/TPwNvMIefi4/s200/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105252508551476802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first rose and I don't know what to do with it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to study and decided to fiddle with my new printer bought from COMEX (the place was packed yesterday. And  horribly terribly packed today. Rawr)&lt;br /&gt;It refused to print out though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6925188506093329149?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6925188506093329149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6925188506093329149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6925188506093329149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6925188506093329149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RtmAGpTh9iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wzSwGKG2Ltw/s72-c/bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8854896803095997699</id><published>2007-08-21T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:31:14.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a call to say I've changed my mind. I'm not joining anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up a part of me. Cutting off the strands and scrapping it clean soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you two happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8854896803095997699?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8854896803095997699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8854896803095997699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8854896803095997699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8854896803095997699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-picked-up-call-to-say-ive-changed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7422647720135585104</id><published>2007-08-18T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:33:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling pretty awful now.&lt;br /&gt;Just decided, I'm really fat. And dear friends please stop telling me I'm not. I know I've been here saying this alot of times but I'm gonna say this again. I'm really fat. RAWR. You should see my jiggly wobbly fats before telling me I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna be extra pyschotic and do a diary of what I've eaten and exercised, if I did.&lt;br /&gt;(No I'm not going to start counting calories or anything like that cos it's too pyschotic. And, I don't know how to measure the amount I've eaten anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate,&lt;br /&gt;A set of Long John Silver breakfast today, which consist of a humongous sandwich, harsh brown and milo. (It's really good by the way ^^);&lt;br /&gt;an apple;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of dark chocolate;&lt;br /&gt;5 gummy bears;&lt;br /&gt;BK fish (X_X);&lt;br /&gt;Pure vegetable soup consisting of lettuce, tofu, tomatoes. And nothing else. It tastes kinda yucky bytheway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;hula-hooped;&lt;br /&gt;did triceps weights;&lt;br /&gt;squats;&lt;br /&gt;tried hard to unconk my screwed up left ankle by standing in tip toes at first position for really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is so irrelevant, but I know I'm mad. I can't help it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things seem to be laid down there for me to give up. Some things that can't seem to be washed out with time. I don't want to make choices like this. I don't want to be selfish either.&lt;br /&gt;It had been 10 years since I've stuck around.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave, not even for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;By leaving that, am I ending a 16year old relationship too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I want to teach dance when I grow up.. I don't wanna study.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I want to go Beijing Dance Academy.. Will you come with me when I've finally done it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Your dance, is that one that's good. Don't waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wasting your time doing these now. What makes you think it'd go anywhere? You're earning nuts for the effort you put in.  You're spending time away during weekends. Why can't you listen to us for once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7422647720135585104?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7422647720135585104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7422647720135585104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7422647720135585104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7422647720135585104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-feeling-pretty-awful-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-5618922507995655460</id><published>2007-08-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:01:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs to know that you're aging faster than you think</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't link up two sentences one after another. ie, when someone talks to you, the person must repeat the point of speaking the second sentence by stating the first sentence again. For example, "I'm hungy." "I want food."&lt;br /&gt;When speaking "I want food", you must say, "I'm hungry so I want food." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You forget the things people say like, 3 sentences after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You mistook cinema2 for "PH", which you claimed that is "Picture House"; ignoring the fact that the 2 sign was already flashing 20 minutes before the movie time starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You thought you saw a traffic light when there actually wasn't, and you almost crossed it while cars are moving towards your direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're constantly feeling sleepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get sick about twice a month on average.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You tend to repeat the same sentence over and over again even though your point was already taken note of long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This entry is fully and solely dedicated to the everlovingbf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I accidentally whacked his right eye contact out. D:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I did that. I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-5618922507995655460?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/5618922507995655460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=5618922507995655460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5618922507995655460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5618922507995655460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/08/signs-to-know-that-youre-aging-faster.html' title='Signs to know that you&apos;re aging faster than you think'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2794828966419699018</id><published>2007-08-11T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:04:15.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've wrote at least 2 long posts before today but deciding to delete them. Don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there were tonnes of things that happened before I disappeared and stopped blogging properly.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I just feel that alot of things doesn't matter anymore, things that I feel angry, sad, guilty about. So that was one of the reasons why I stopped taking them down as religiously as last time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a major event happened though. XD&lt;br /&gt;I had my first serious toothache. Wisdom tooth infection, which was the same thing that Danny had before. So I heard the whole lecture again about, how the wisdom tooth is not really growing out still so food is stuck in between the gum and the tooth which normally brushing won't reach and I should just extract it out because it'd save alot of hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, disinfecting- or so they call it (I call it poking) the infected tooth/gum was freaking painful. It didn't help that I have an allergy to that particular painkiller the dentist gave to me, which I really didn't know of because uh, I've never taken any painkillers besides panadol?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my left eyelid started swelling up that night. It was horrifying. Initially I thought it's just a sign that I'm going to get fever soon ( which I'm really having, on full blast of 38.8 in the morning), but I woke up with an extremely fishie eye in the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at around 530am in the morning I googled about allergies and found out that one of the signs is swollen eyeS. I felt very weirded out and happy by the fact that my eyes are special and there was only one side.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. If I woke up with TWO fishie eyes I'd probably try flooding myself in the water to see if I'm breathing normally under.&lt;br /&gt;I froze my eyeball with icecubes before the swelling went down a little. I can't believe I actually went to work after two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm getting restless now-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I guess? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my handphone bill went up to 52 this month. I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my online shop's gonna be up very soon too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I can't help but do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO XMMS LOVE TO SMILE AND TAKE PICTURES LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rr2x8oKqu1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/1qpLNUTD8OM/s1600-h/DSC01638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rr2x8oKqu1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/1qpLNUTD8OM/s200/DSC01638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097426008385698642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that constipated mouth, forcing eyes with toothpick eye and I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's not an excuse for a TwitInTraining to post a twittish picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really getting to the nerves no?????!!!&lt;br /&gt;And yes you can print it out to throw darts at it or something. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOHHHH I GOT THE EYE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... okay this is the last note, I think I gotta go for dance rehearsal cos the performance is on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sam says I should not go because,&lt;del&gt;I'd spread to her &lt;/del&gt;I must take care of my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2794828966419699018?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2794828966419699018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2794828966419699018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2794828966419699018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2794828966419699018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-wrote-at-least-2-long-posts-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rr2x8oKqu1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/1qpLNUTD8OM/s72-c/DSC01638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3029719177250674386</id><published>2007-08-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:22:30.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RrSKuGDJZnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fkoBKlm1sHU/s1600-h/DSC015941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RrSKuGDJZnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fkoBKlm1sHU/s200/DSC015941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094849602965300850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I was doing. Grinning like a maddie. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RrSKumDJZoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vrSCLnShr5U/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RrSKumDJZoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vrSCLnShr5U/s200/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094849611555235458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aL's funny friend mapeiyi!!! XD Ain't she pretty. Eee. And finally I look perfectly normal in a picture with her. Which is not normal at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RrSKumDJZpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-KMUweNUcNk/s1600-h/Picture+771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RrSKumDJZpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-KMUweNUcNk/s200/Picture+771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094849611555235474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always make you smile darling. Always. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3029719177250674386?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3029719177250674386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3029719177250674386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3029719177250674386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3029719177250674386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-random-stuffs.html' title='Some random stuffs.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RrSKuGDJZnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fkoBKlm1sHU/s72-c/DSC015941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7538553621540640608</id><published>2007-07-28T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:48:40.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is solely dedicated to this very cute guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqsSxGDJZgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wZ2hurfFZCo/s1600-h/756px-Morinaga_Aloe_Yoghurt_%28Teppei_Koike%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqsSxGDJZgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wZ2hurfFZCo/s200/756px-Morinaga_Aloe_Yoghurt_%28Teppei_Koike%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092184438319179266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsa4mDJZhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RrQ2c-Y_VkQ/s1600-h/c2ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsa4mDJZhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RrQ2c-Y_VkQ/s200/c2ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092193363261220370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsa4mDJZiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/waMiS3Prx20/s1600-h/e717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsa4mDJZiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/waMiS3Prx20/s200/e717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092193363261220386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsa42DJZjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fQXCQ1a4SSw/s1600-h/1f61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsa42DJZjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fQXCQ1a4SSw/s200/1f61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092193367556187698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqsdV2DJZkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SXnhb_wMeOw/s1600-h/koike_teppei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqsdV2DJZkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SXnhb_wMeOw/s200/koike_teppei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092196064795649602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say just now? HE'S CUTE. LIKE CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;Awww the eyes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;you know you're getting old when your old star-crush was Takeshi Kaneshiro who is like hotttttttttt to this kind of tweenybopper.&lt;br /&gt;He's only a year older than me. Gosh. Oh well, technically speaking he's more than a year older cos his birthday is 5th jan 86. And he's only 167cm and 54kg &lt;del&gt;which is extremely freaky cos he's almost lighter than me&lt;/del&gt;. And he belongs to this group called WaT. And.. Okay just shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was acting in Iryu- Team Medical Dragon as Ijyuuin. A very very screwed up intern doctor. He falls and bumps everywhere and on operation table he'd panic like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsd4WDJZmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BYwRuasICGM/s1600-h/tepppeiiii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rqsd4WDJZmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BYwRuasICGM/s200/tepppeiiii.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092196657501136482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention he's one of those guys who can pull of nerd specs without looking like a retard trying too hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqsdV2DJZlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mQSaGpoPokY/s1600-h/kimi_ni_okuru_uta_melodix-live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqsdV2DJZlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mQSaGpoPokY/s200/kimi_ni_okuru_uta_melodix-live.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092196064795649618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like melting into puddles or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSBkD1-wPD4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSBkD1-wPD4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSBkD1-wPD4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSBkD1-wPD4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him speaking english. Cannot Make It. Hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYKS8pBPL0s"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYKS8pBPL0s"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYKS8pBPL0s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYKS8pBPL0s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His song his song his song!! In nerd specs! AHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToHlxLJxslE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToHlxLJxslE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToHlxLJxslE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToHlxLJxslE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimple cream advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop cos I know noone bothers to click the links. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's so relieving to know that I am finally attracted to someone that is not gay, not weird looking, and definitely cute. He's like a teddy bear! Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that he looks like Daniel Radcliffe of Japan. Huh?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna study Japanese hard man. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7538553621540640608?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7538553621540640608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7538553621540640608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7538553621540640608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7538553621540640608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-post-is-solely-dedicated-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqsSxGDJZgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wZ2hurfFZCo/s72-c/756px-Morinaga_Aloe_Yoghurt_%28Teppei_Koike%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-9178693826324383112</id><published>2007-07-26T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:18:30.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI.</title><content type='html'>If there's still anybody bothering to pop by, hello. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aL very aptly put it, yes I've practically disappeared from the face of earth. Gee, what can you expect when you wake up at like 5am everyday. I feel invisible to everyone already. And very very much constipated when I wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got lots to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't think it's very nice to put names here cos I don't want people to stumble here and go like oh shiat that bitch. lol. So I shall name the person F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This F person is extremely interesting cos he is highly educated. And quite proud of it too. But he gets to my nerves more often than necessary when he asks me every single morning, "you look tired." (apparently he often tells another person the same thing too) Great, cos he seems to be the only one enjoying himself cos he's getting more money than what he should get. Bluntly stated, he's seriously overpaid and has an ego that needs to be constantly deflated. I'm trying very hard not to poke at him every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F loves to poke his nose into every other person's work and seems to have gotten into this habit of asking me "Nothing to do arh." Again, it is not his problem and. Obviously anyone with eyes, or just with ears will know that I'm totally conked out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it weren't bad enough, today while in car he started trying to get me out of my stoning mode. By making apparently funny faces of how I stone. And the person driving took notice of it and told him off. Duh. He had the cheek to say he's flirting with me. waddafuck. Wife's 10 yrs younger than him and pregnant. It's not even funny if it's meant to be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person shall be the CG aka coffee guy. He's not from our office but he'd come into the pantry to take drinks and biscuits several times a day. Since my table (okay not exactly mine but whatever) is near the door, when people come in it's normal to say hi morning and smile. So CG suddenly took up the habit of saying "morning my dear" and after getting coffee, walk by my table and ask me if I want coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, it's like going to my house and saunter to the fridge and ask me if I want anything.&lt;br /&gt;And who is his darling and his dear anyway. GRAH.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh by the way, another reason why I shan't complain about my job is cos the pantry has got endless supply of soft drinks water cookies biscuit. And two coffee machines. Which I'd tidy up twice per day. ^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in spite of some losers, I'm having a pretty good time there. Though there are tonnes to do. But I'm learning new things. So it's okay. I can't believe the internet agent ate up so much of my money though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating today someone said that skinny is out ages ago, and my size is just nice. (No I've never complained about my fats to them cos I'm a much quieter person at work. heh. except for certain people)&lt;br /&gt;What rubbish. I can close my eyes and randomly grab some skinny person off the path. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;But I've really stopped bothering so much anymore. Cos.. It doesn't really matter except for the looking good part. And I've figured out if you look good you will. No matter what size. Also, this doesn't mean I'm not trying to lose weight. I've just stopped pressuring myself openly of discreetly to not eat proper meals so that I'd be happy that I'm not eating as much.&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the point that I LOVE CARBOS. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Carbos is goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this post seems totally irrelevant. But that was the case all along anyway. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-9178693826324383112?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/9178693826324383112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=9178693826324383112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/9178693826324383112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/9178693826324383112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi.html' title='HI.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-1671661444442361881</id><published>2007-07-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:57:38.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was quite an eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly when I too 257 today, wilson was at the interchange already. So we went to work together. And I was going to fall asleep. He went like "Wa this bus really cannot oversleep cos the loop doesn't go according to the original route there." Meaning you're screwed if you oversleep cos the person who planned the route is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I managed to fall into a deep sleep and REALLY DIDN'T WAKE UP until he went like. DAO LIAO LAR! omg it was teh scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got all stressed at work for no particular reasons.&lt;br /&gt;eg, "I CANT GET THAT DAMN PAPER IN THE FILE!!!!!!" -emofies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilson: SHHHH I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;me: WHY ARE YOU SHH-ING ME!!!! DON'T SHHHH MEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;wilson:.............................................&lt;br /&gt;gigantic people around us:O_o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose: wei young lady.....&lt;br /&gt;me: -jumps- what what? what thing??!&lt;br /&gt;rose: help me get the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=___=&lt;br /&gt;yea you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to gym with gor in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;It was really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly late because the traffic in Tuas was horrendous. And I was sleeping throughout anyway. But it's quite scary to sleep for 20mins and wake up around the same area you boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met him at clementi and went to change and walked into the gym. Supposed to sign in. Halfway through the guy went like, uh where's your receipt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH WHAT RECEIPT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;gor: (at the same time) oh. uh.. orh. =)&lt;br /&gt;guy: eh receipt? payment. Outside??&lt;br /&gt;me: WAHAHHAHAHAHAHA SORRRRRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Continues laughing all the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back after paying and the guy suddenly went like, hey did you bring towel. I had, cos I always bring a towel along with me when I know I'd sweat.&lt;br /&gt;gor: HUH WHAT TOWEL!?&lt;br /&gt;guy: I'm uh, really sorry I forgot to tell you just now. You need to get a towel.&lt;br /&gt;gor: WAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OKAY I GO GET. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, that guy looked like he's gonna slap us or something. It was like such a duh face. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to ride the bike inside. And I couldn't climb up one of it. How stupid was that. Don't even know how to adjust! So I wobbled down and embarrassed myself and him yet again by sitting on a spoilt machine. So we changed to the most old and painfultothebutt machine. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of random things happened along the way and my cheekbones really really hurt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought a crab snack! The picture I took of it wasn't nice, but this is it! Found it from &lt;a href="http://www.nozomionline.com/entertainment/japanesesnacks2.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was yummy! Though it looks rather weird. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqDNBXA3VQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eO7WhLfoqvU/s1600-h/japanesesnacks25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqDNBXA3VQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eO7WhLfoqvU/s320/japanesesnacks25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089293002169865474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I really love days like this. But. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-1671661444442361881?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/1671661444442361881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=1671661444442361881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1671661444442361881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1671661444442361881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-was-quite-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RqDNBXA3VQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eO7WhLfoqvU/s72-c/japanesesnacks25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-208272394191131210</id><published>2007-07-18T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:27:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ごめんね。</title><content type='html'>It really scares me how much I've done wrong, the hurt I've inflicted on other people. And sometimes I don't even realise it. I only felt my own pain, the pain others had inflicted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff still breaks my heart when I accidentally come across it.&lt;br /&gt;To you, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;And you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I regretted all of it, but there were many things I could have and should have done differently. Much should be left unsaid, and what should be said should be out much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, descriptions of me lately are rather strange. First Simon said that I'm "really quiet"; today some other guy said I'm "(the new secretary) is real boring".&lt;br /&gt;XD Can I clarify that, thinking you're quite weird and not worth the brain cells to think of something funny to reply your not veryintelligent question or joke doesn't equate to being boring.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I can't say I'm unhappy about the descriptions. Maybe I've finally mellowed down after all these years. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel some people sniggering staring at that. pffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-208272394191131210?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/208272394191131210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=208272394191131210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/208272394191131210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/208272394191131210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='ごめんね。'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3584705419006486090</id><published>2007-07-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:33:18.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am writing this at the risk of sounding like a drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, extended contract till next week due to many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; to straighten out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry fish head is nice, and I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;okay that's abit no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yin's birthday today =)&lt;br /&gt;-and Turtle's in 3omins time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, maybe. I'm falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, again, here's what I found&lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2006/08/bored.html"&gt; I found last time&lt;/a&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually kind of true now that I read it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3584705419006486090?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3584705419006486090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3584705419006486090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3584705419006486090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3584705419006486090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-writing-this-at-risk-of-sounding.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6250002114512408146</id><published>2007-07-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:23:38.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to say something for very very long. But just can't seem to put it in words. Everything that comes out seems so wrong. To me, and to the person I want to say to. Any solutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even say it here. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my ankle's swollen now due to the slip on Friday night. So I stoned at home the whole day until just now when I went to queensway to get the refund for the Tshirts. Anyone knows of anywhere that does customised shirts fast? dear's dad says BrasBasah but it's awfully far, though he very kindly offered to pick up the stuffs for me after I order. Am touched :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 2nd week of working. Another five days of crawling up at wee hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6250002114512408146?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6250002114512408146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6250002114512408146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6250002114512408146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6250002114512408146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanted-to-say-something-for-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2615080334610374326</id><published>2007-07-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:17:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are bothering me ain't really solved yet but it's okay. I'm sure the lousy times will pass soon and much better days await everyone. heh. It takes both rain and sunshine to make a rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I look freaking fat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RpjbjnA3VOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wytJAZNAnM8/s1600-h/wcp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RpjbjnA3VOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wytJAZNAnM8/s320/wcp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087057183929488610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE GOT PEOPLE CAN FIT THROUGH THAT HOLE IN THE NET AT WESTCOASTPARK ONE! D:&lt;br /&gt;Alright I've seen it like twice and it still freaks me out. We were lying on the net stoning and I dropped my bag the first time round and he went through that. This time I dropped his phone pouch and he went through that. 10"X10" hole? again!&lt;br /&gt;Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;I think I won't even go past my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and aL got her virgin heels! Am soooo proud of her.  HAHA! AND! She didn't fall. You go babe! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was pretty fine, just that I''m being kicked around like some ball for the first couple of days. It doesn't really matter anyway, because I'd be there till next friday only.&lt;br /&gt;Was just wondering, what would you do if you found out that the person at work wasn't doing anything and was spending time surfing Maple forums and chatting? While you're slaving away. And when you're back to office another person asks you, what the hell was she doing, why can't she do the things herself.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously these few days I don't even have time to reply smses and calls properly much less go online. Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass filing left my hands in a terrible state though. Papercuts everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the top part is just a warming up session for my ranting session next.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with wj and gor yesterday after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yesterday, it's Friday the thirteenth. Which I realised around 10mins before midnight. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start off with how I started my day. Cos I was supposed to reach jp at around 5something, I decided to be on time so that I can leave work on time at 430.&lt;br /&gt;So, I jay-ran across the road when I saw 198 opposite at parc oasis. And I caught it! It's extremely rare that I ever catch a bus. So I was feeling all zhuai and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reaching jjc I suddenly realised that my hands were awfully empty. That's only then I realised! I forgot to bring that air purifier to work.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got off at jjc bustop and hailed a cab back home. And went back to office. I wasted one green note and one red note for nothing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at work, I jammed up the copier cos I was printing around, 330 pages of things. It conked out awhile later but it wasn't my fault. Someone pulled out the jammed paper and knocked the censor off. So the stupid copier couldn't sense that we've already cleared the jammed paper. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, laughed senseless when was with gor. wj came too! And he passed me Kite Runner. It's a good read, though sad.&lt;br /&gt;aL and peiyi was in jp too! So they came up to Kpool to look for me. (yea I know that's weird cos this's the second time I went in. The first time was pretty traumatising. I hit and the ball flew off the table. Wtf) The first thing she said (yelled) when I walked out of the door was.&lt;br /&gt;"WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;me: o__o.?!&lt;br /&gt;"It's so.. sl..eazy."&lt;br /&gt;me: o_____________________O?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in a very bad mood. Very very bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't help that (oh here comes the juiciest and most angsty and irritating part) some little ahlian and her gang of little friends made her even madder.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently aL wasn't looking at the lift door so it closed on the girl's guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao ah lian : PA JIAO AH! (cock eye)&lt;br /&gt;chao ah beng: Of cos lar.. si yan tian ji ma (four eyes something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up right?&lt;br /&gt;aL was nice enough to keep her mouth shut! The last time some xmm glared at me when SHE hit me accidentally I swore at her without even thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Self control self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;They really think they got bodyguards around them then can be as guai lan as they want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! LAST BUT NOT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;When I was going home on bus the bus jerked and I lost my footing (again). So now some skin's scrapped off at ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;Another scar to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my shoe's quite bloody too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go stone. This is taking far too long for me to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2615080334610374326?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2615080334610374326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2615080334610374326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2615080334610374326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2615080334610374326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RpjbjnA3VOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wytJAZNAnM8/s72-c/wcp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-1910615869525795573</id><published>2007-07-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:18:07.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new job is pretty alright, besides the fact that I have to wake up at around 5- 530am, get out of the house at 615am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do the things that I've had the training most in- filing.&lt;br /&gt;And stoning while filing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss aL! I hope you're truly fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss dear lots too. Thanks for making my life complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life making you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pics tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-1910615869525795573?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/1910615869525795573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=1910615869525795573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1910615869525795573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/1910615869525795573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-new-job-is-pretty-alright-besides.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6120714217390676018</id><published>2007-07-06T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:43:52.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aL is a pretty good driver! Bet she's sniggering now. Thanks babe for the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we finally bought the same top. Besides Song&amp;Song ones, that is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very stoned for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are mozzie bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wj is getting all high over Erika Sawajiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Ro5aGwJ9hdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/70-sohSmZfM/s1600-h/Sawajiri_Erika_-_Taiyou_no_Uta_Regu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Ro5aGwJ9hdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/70-sohSmZfM/s320/Sawajiri_Erika_-_Taiyou_no_Uta_Regu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084100101400266194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a really cute picture of her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever turn les I'd go for this type or Jessica Alba-kind. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awfully sian with something now. Explains the really stupid writings above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6120714217390676018?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6120714217390676018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6120714217390676018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6120714217390676018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6120714217390676018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/al-is-pretty-good-driver-bet-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Ro5aGwJ9hdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/70-sohSmZfM/s72-c/Sawajiri_Erika_-_Taiyou_no_Uta_Regu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2418711487277274595</id><published>2007-07-04T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:03:15.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you're really screwed when you stared at the list of modules offered for the upcoming semester for the whole freaking morning since like, 9am and you still haven't figured out if you're really gonna major in what you want to major in. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've emailed the person from new media department to waive my preclusion (yes yes I know noone knows whatthehell I'm mumbling to myself about.). Oh, and I'm probably gonna minor in Japanese Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study for Japanese. I've thrown away like more than 3/4 of the things taught in the very first semester.&lt;br /&gt;That is, I'm not busy playing with plasticdoughfeltthreadoldclothes and sometimes, the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pardon me while I go vacuum the floor. And watch paint dry. Clay to bake. Grass to grow. Or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2418711487277274595?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2418711487277274595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2418711487277274595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2418711487277274595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2418711487277274595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-youre-really-screwed-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3549913224715219314</id><published>2007-07-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:11:06.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Transformers is like, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;( As &lt;a href="http://indulge-with-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;qifeng&lt;/a&gt; put it very aptly &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"It has action, humour, a nice plot, fast cars, fighting(both wrestling kind and shooting kind..), explosions, a really really really hot babe (Rachael Taylor), and a really really x 12806245, super super x 62308723 sizzling hot babe (Megan Fox). &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that the guy is like, cute too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I wasn't one of those girls dragged by boyfs to watch. I wanted to watch it before he wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, there ain't any movies that I DON'T watch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;He's more picky than me.&lt;br /&gt;I think my only major problem is that don't make me watch horror flicks during the evening, or during the lunar seventh month. I'd get all sorts of ideas when I take the lift home alone. D:&lt;br /&gt;But that's not much of a problem since nobody around me seems to like scarymovies anyway. aL is terrified of them, and dear will only bother to entertain me when there's nothing else to do. Not without nooooooooooooooooooooo-ing for a zillion times first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling quite unwell now. Maybe due to the heat in the afternoon or something which I've eaten. Here's a note to tell viv I may not be accompanying her to cut hair this week. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3549913224715219314?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3549913224715219314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3549913224715219314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3549913224715219314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3549913224715219314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-is-like-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7273706259916748844</id><published>2007-06-30T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:22:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life involved flour, salt, water, sometimes cornstarch and the oven.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and food colouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explained for the lack of updates. Cos whenever I'm online I'd stick the whole keyboard with stickywicky dough. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not working out by the way. The things that are made will turn squishy and soft the next day. Yesterday's batch was pretty okay but it was supposed to be white and it turned out brown. And since the recipe said "Edible modeling dough", I took a large bite after smelling it for a long time. It's pretty nice! Just a tad too salty. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aL's starting her practicum soon so that means, besides stoning in the kitchen with different recipes for dough, I'd be stoning at the table making things my mommy makes. She doesn't believe I can do beadie stuffs! BOo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I'm sounding like I'm talking to myself again. =_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7273706259916748844?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7273706259916748844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7273706259916748844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7273706259916748844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7273706259916748844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life-involved-flour-salt-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2378892321453209223</id><published>2007-06-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:30:17.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aL wanted me to "revive" my blog yesterday and I protested that I DID update.&lt;br /&gt;Well according to her I sound like I'm "talking to myself" lately in the blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've been eyeing this cross stitch of Chang Er (the moon goddess) that is rather huge in chinatown's handicraft shop for AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RoEPEtj0dBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/02aV6LZmScQ/s1600-h/03-2909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RoEPEtj0dBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/02aV6LZmScQ/s320/03-2909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080358428274357266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I didn't look for it it appeared in front of me! Amazing ain't it. So I picked the package up happily and shoved it to mom's nose grinning ear to ear. In the process of doing so I saw the price. =_= $95.&lt;br /&gt;But! I was sad only for awhile. Cos I had been wanting it for very long! So I went on saying I SHALL BUY IT.&lt;br /&gt;The framing is $100+++. So for that pretty goddess on the moon with that cute rabbit, and oh, the moon; which I have STITCH ON MYSELF, I'd have to pay more than $200.&lt;br /&gt;As if it ain't crazy enough I was so very tempted to buy it! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I didn't after taking much into consideration. Hai. Mommy says she'd help me to look for the diagram online and buy the cloth and threads separately so it'd be cheaper. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one left. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually lusting after a huge 1k-puzzle-sized thing that comes dismantled. That I'd probably spend a few years completing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to have Hanabis with aL and xy yesterday but aL forgot that I was only free after dear book in (for guard duty - AGAIN!   RAWR) So I didn't go. And mama went with them too :( ZZZ. There goes my sashimi. But by forgoing the sashimi I kept 30bucks safe and sound in my bank. Good deal.&lt;br /&gt;Met aL with vivien in town after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention before I've got problem with getting around town? Like, I can navigate myself perfectly well at anywhere. Chinatown, West area, even Serangoon, but I'd just get lost in town.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the stupidest thing I've done so far (I think it has won over the place of the time when I fell down into mud and I thought I lost my phone when it's actually at my ear when I was talking to aL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alighted at Orchard mrt and headed out the right exit to Wisma, but somehow, I turned left instead of right so I was walking towards the direction of Wheelock and Lido. Walked till the underpass at Lido, and walked right down back to Orchard mrt. Uhoh. aL was so horrified that even though she alighted by cab at taka, she walked back to Wisma to retrieve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Simyee at pull&amp;amp;bear! She said that she heard us laughing before we walked in. This is so horrible. And if my memory didn't fail me we were saying something about dear. D: About how similar is dear's and cs's horrible taste in t shirts. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around till evening. I really need money to buy necessities. (Read: THAT CROSS STITCH ^-^) like, uh, shorts and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall work harder in trying to make the clay work right. I've made a stupid pig today cos everything failed me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clay refused to bake to harden (cos it's the first batch I bought from Daiso which aren't for baking I think), and paper clay is pretty hard to handle! The paint and clay ran all dry and too wet when I put water. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite disgusted with myself for sitting here the whole day rolling dough. So I shall.. sit here the whole night and stone rolling the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell durian. wtf. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2378892321453209223?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2378892321453209223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2378892321453209223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2378892321453209223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2378892321453209223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/al-wanted-me-to-revive-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RoEPEtj0dBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/02aV6LZmScQ/s72-c/03-2909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-590794180635646104</id><published>2007-06-24T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:50:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500!</title><content type='html'>The performance yesterday went rather well besides the fact that the stupid lantern rolled down my back and boing-ed away when it's supposed to stay there. And, my make up melted. Okay that's another story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with mom and dad. It's been ages and dad's acting pretty normally today so I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Bought lots of handicraft stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Clay, felt, hooks and beads and plastic and etc. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says that I need some thing to push me along so that I'd start my lazy ass off on my ljshop.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am trying to look for a decent layout. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be back when I first finally get the website up and running. Boo me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-590794180635646104?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/590794180635646104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=590794180635646104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/590794180635646104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/590794180635646104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/500.html' title='500!'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7842955832911205976</id><published>2007-06-22T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:06:47.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 In The Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1Vql2KG28Y"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1Vql2KG28Y"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1Vql2KG28Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1Vql2KG28Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;It’s all over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m lying here in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You’ve got to give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m handin’ over everything that I’ve got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Don’t ever wanna have to go and give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Stay up till four in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And the tears are pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Baby if we’re gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;All I wanted was to know I’m safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Don’t want to lose the love I’ve found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Don’t let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;It’s not fair how you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I can’t be complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Can you give me more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You’ve got to give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m handing over everything that I’ve got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Don’t ever wanna have to go and give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Stay up till four in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And the tears are pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Baby if we’re gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We can’t escape the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You’ve got to give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m handing over everything that I’ve got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Don’t ever wanna have to go and give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Stay up till four in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And the tears are pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Baby if we’re gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Give you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, she's like really pretty O.o I mean, who can pull off that bleached blondie look so well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7842955832911205976?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7842955832911205976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7842955832911205976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7842955832911205976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7842955832911205976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-in-morning.html' title='4 In The Morning'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2490817775044034571</id><published>2007-06-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:41:50.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnqM7dj0c_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/AGYFyl7OqYA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnqM7dj0c_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/AGYFyl7OqYA/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078526482988692466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new top today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was trying to be funny. She made us walk all the way from jurong east central back home. Carrying 16 books. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered I still have durian pudding to eat. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rainbow is going to be. Something I'd figure out soon. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very sian. ._. laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2490817775044034571?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2490817775044034571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2490817775044034571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2490817775044034571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2490817775044034571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-bought-new-top-today-mommy-was-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnqM7dj0c_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/AGYFyl7OqYA/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8237991019498409847</id><published>2007-06-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:41:46.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floppy and dora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rnfotdj0c-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/BucHwVf5snI/s1600-h/floppyanddora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rnfotdj0c-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/BucHwVf5snI/s400/floppyanddora.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077782972610147298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that I'm really getting bored and stupid. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say something really badly but I'm having that lmm syndrome again. I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to that moment when I realise I'm very screwed, because, one day I was talking to aL on the phone and was digging for my ezlink card. I wondered out loud "where's my phone?!" And uh, she nearly died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now floppy's staring at me while I try very hard to remember what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I think I'm still very traumatised by the competition.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt the dance in 4 days and I dreamt that I went on stage to perform something which I don't remember learning before, or I forgot about. It was really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, point is, I'd keep jumping up from sleep from time to time. Like, I'd dream that I fell down, or did the wrong thing, and do a little hop in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly stupid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just blogged this down. My deep dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And floppy's still staring. Can somebody poke his eyes?  Wait. Is floppy a male or female anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo me off thanksbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8237991019498409847?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8237991019498409847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8237991019498409847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8237991019498409847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8237991019498409847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/floppy-and-dora.html' title='Floppy and dora!'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rnfotdj0c-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/BucHwVf5snI/s72-c/floppyanddora.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2082224115897757771</id><published>2007-06-17T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:37:44.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>We got third! wakaka. First is chinese dance from Eunos CC. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;And sam went crazy. Lots of funny things. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;Dear came to watch too. Standing. =/ poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2082224115897757771?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2082224115897757771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2082224115897757771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2082224115897757771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2082224115897757771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mobile-fluid-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2481917149739032093</id><published>2007-06-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:14:58.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I'm full of angst</title><content type='html'>1) Boyf is extremely forgetful. Conversation usually goes like:&lt;br /&gt;   Me: (11am) I'm outside dance studio. Extremely bored. Noone's here it's pouring and I'm all wet.&lt;br /&gt;   Him: (1pm) I'm coming out later!&lt;br /&gt;   Me: =D What time?&lt;br /&gt;   Him: Uh, going back at night. I thought you're supposed to go dance later?&lt;br /&gt;   Me: (=______=) I was there since morning. Done at 5 something&lt;br /&gt;   Him: Oh, sorry I've got plans already. I'd come over if u really really want.&lt;br /&gt;   Me: nvm la I'd go home watch my korean show. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Inserts- He says brb and he brb for 4 hours already. I think with my ugly toes  and I know what he's doing. This is terribly sad. My toenails are crying. okay that's totally not the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I. Am. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Solution to angst: Somebody tell me how to answer statements like these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bestf is going to Shanghai and is currently packing her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I wish I have the luxury AND the money to go with sam to Japan next week. Or let aL pack me in her luggage.&lt;br /&gt;Solution to angst: More Freecell, Spider Solitaire and Solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I seem to remain fat even after (trying) to diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I will always remain fat.&lt;br /&gt;Solution to angst: I shall continue dieting so that I can prove my point that I will always remain fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I seem to have lost my ability to blog so I can only blog in point form now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am doomed for I thought I've lost the ability of writing in pen and paper and now I can't even type properly.&lt;br /&gt;Solution to angst: I shall continue blogging in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am currently going through this stage that I'm constantly calculating my self-worth and this makes me really moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am still a pretty rare and unique idiotic creature.&lt;br /&gt;Solution to angst: I shall stop staring at some people's blogs and pictures and go like, oh gosh no wonder blahblahblah, I really am not blahblahblah, I wanna be like blahblahblah, cos blahblahblahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure the blah *continues emofying*&lt;br /&gt;Some people just has what I want and some others would like what I have. uh, say yes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of this post: I need a freaking job. Watching money pour into my bank account shall be therapeutic enough to cure my angst. FanKeUu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2481917149739032093?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2481917149739032093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2481917149739032093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2481917149739032093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2481917149739032093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/reasons-why-im-full-of-angst.html' title='Reasons why I&apos;m full of angst'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7532827326603086359</id><published>2007-06-14T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:56:54.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wasn't feeling very well today. Had a huge headache. And now my throat is hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some &lt;a href="http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/galleries/drop_dead_gorgeous/"&gt;really interesting works&lt;/a&gt;. From C&lt;a href="http://cowboycaleb.liquidblade.com/"&gt;owboy Caleb&lt;/a&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other pictures that.. are &lt;a href="http://www.dismalworld.com/must_see/unforgettable_photos.php"&gt;rather sad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnFG89j0c8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1a-osx_GP1g/s1600-h/unforgettable-photos-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnFG89j0c8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1a-osx_GP1g/s200/unforgettable-photos-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075916268154155970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnFHodj0c9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7Z3gZ9TtcPI/s1600-h/unforgettable-photos-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnFHodj0c9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7Z3gZ9TtcPI/s200/unforgettable-photos-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075917015478465490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two I found intriguing. Like, how the dead child looks so serene. Is that a smile at the corner of his mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Notice how tiny they are! It's like, really tiny. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm really worried that I'd screw up for the competition piece. hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7532827326603086359?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7532827326603086359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7532827326603086359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7532827326603086359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7532827326603086359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/wasnt-feeling-very-well-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RnFG89j0c8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1a-osx_GP1g/s72-c/unforgettable-photos-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-382274498732589137</id><published>2007-06-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:37:03.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to say, we got into the 2nd round of the competition! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely freaky (at least to me) cos all around us on Sunday were hiphoppers. Except for one group doing Mongolian dance from Eunos CC I think.&lt;br /&gt;So I reached Sengkang at 930 am on Sunday, meaning I left the house at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell down during the dance. What's so special about it right. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey we got in. Heh. And the next round is at Tampines. (How do you spell that)&lt;br /&gt;( yes yes, all the west people repeat after me again: wtf!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's all packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Wed, Thur, dance 5pm- 7pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday 11am - 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, teach in the morning; 1pm-4pm train, 6pm-8pm train at studio.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd really loose weight like this =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aL's getting better from bronchitis. Yays.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ocean13 today and met her and her sis after that at chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;They really look alike, like really alike.&lt;br /&gt;There was once I said something and both of them turned together and I freaked out. But her sis has different eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kinda lost the ability to chain a whole sentence together. I shall go stone and play Spider Solitaire on com. It's fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHA. It's like the first game the held my attention for more than a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-382274498732589137?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/382274498732589137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=382274498732589137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/382274498732589137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/382274498732589137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-forgot-to-say-we-got-into-2nd-round.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-546960287671097167</id><published>2007-06-08T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:26:23.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I'm doomed</title><content type='html'>1) I'm having a competition this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;2) It's at Sengkang CC (yes, all the West people please repeat after me: wtf)&lt;br /&gt;3) We're doing chinese dance. 傣族，which is this tribe that mimics peacocks or something; while it's highly likely that the other groups will be doing hip hop. Hooray?&lt;br /&gt;4) The costume is highly traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;5) The reason being it's highly traumatising is because it bares the midriff.&lt;br /&gt;6) Baring my midriff isn't a very good idea.&lt;br /&gt;7) It is not a very good idea because it'd traumatise everyone else greatly, including me when I accidentally bend down or look into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;8) I don't really have a waist and I'm not particularly fond of the concept of squeezing out my fats to kiss the air and all to see.&lt;br /&gt;9) I heard that bearing belly button will lead to stomach flu D: the horror. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;10) This means I got to stop eating solid food from today till Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;11) I will also have to stay up all night to do crutches and scare shit out of daddy and mommy by hula- hooping in the middle of the night for around 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;12) I will take lots of Ricola, or Lakeral, since it states that eating it will result in laxative effects.&lt;br /&gt;13) Or maybe I'd take the easier way out by wearing a nude colour leotard underneath and draw a belly button. But it's quite loser-ish. But it's still better than doing all the points stated above.&lt;br /&gt;14) Did I mention that it's sleeveless too?&lt;br /&gt;15) If I try hard enough, maybe I'd flap away with my flappy arms and save the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;16) Besides all of that, I'd say we'd do great for the competition. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;17) Oh and the last point being, I think I'd still look like a hippo after doing all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Maybe I can draw abs on my tummy. HAHAHAHAHA. Poster paint put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say before, I always sound like a drunkard when I'm sleepy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-546960287671097167?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/546960287671097167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=546960287671097167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/546960287671097167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/546960287671097167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/reasons-why-im-doomed.html' title='Reasons why I&apos;m doomed'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7643552563995979128</id><published>2007-06-06T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:05:29.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wasted aL's good intentions of red wine mask when I read &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2007/06/singapores_top_.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg la who in the right mind agreed to be his models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Mishelle is not only a 6.3 pointers. She got x-factor, nice personality n mesmerizing smile. A face that only looks better every min. All events including modeling. A small body compared to her head with 25 inches waist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;That is a good score, 6.3, though I am not sure what it is for. And a face that looks better every minute means you have to wait maybe half an hour before you snap? Head to body to waist ratio is of course, always important. You don't want big headed models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pulls mask off my face and fling it at the monitor-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7643552563995979128?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7643552563995979128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7643552563995979128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7643552563995979128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7643552563995979128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahahahah-i-almost-wasted-als-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6346673435868201776</id><published>2007-06-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:08:49.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>( at this moment I'm helping Kevin Soh to think of what to say to ask the Selina lookalike junior to go to comms ball with him. Anyways, anyone who knows of any girl who is like, SINGLE, APPEALING TO HIM -rolls eyes- , and NICE, please tell me =____= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was full of angst lately due to aunties trying to compete with me on who gets out of the train and station faster, of xmms as usual, of dear trying his best to irritate shit out of me and lastly of me irritating me by getting irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite fine now and, I'm cramping the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Anna's birthday yesterday and we walked around vivo for hours to look for a shirt for her. That horrible brother of hers doesn't know what she likes. Anyway I love Esprit in vivo. =D Alot of nice clothes! Scary prices though. River Island is like, somewhere which you should never walk into unless your pockets are overflowing with red and blue bills. It's sad to see all the pretty clothes at such prices. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out of viv and aL today. It was fun, but as I said, I was cramping and felt really sleepy. I'm sorry if my mood had affected you girls. =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've concluded yet again I can't wear dresses. I shall not traumatise myself (and others) anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aL refuses to let my ears have a break unless I blog this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her want- list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Maybelline Dream Mousse foundation + blusher&lt;br /&gt;2) Black skinnies from FarEast&lt;br /&gt;3) Deja Vu mascara from SaSa&lt;br /&gt;(that's all right .__.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My want- list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Maybelline Dream Mousse Blusher (which I don't really need)&lt;br /&gt;2) Skinnies from FarEast or Bugis ( which I shall buy only under two conditions, ie, when I lose inches amd stop looking all stumpy in skinnies and when I find one that doesn't show my butt crack. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything more.&lt;br /&gt;Point being, I still haven't recieved my paycheck from sp.&lt;br /&gt;X_______x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought I saw dear on the streets like, twice. First time when I was at Topshop and there was this guy who didn't look any like him. I looked in the mirror and scared myself when I thought it was dear.&lt;br /&gt;When I was crossing the road back home I saw someone in his berms. And for a moment I thought he was there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period gives you illusions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6346673435868201776?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6346673435868201776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6346673435868201776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6346673435868201776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6346673435868201776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-this-moment-im-helping-kevin-soh-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2601979836359560128</id><published>2007-06-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:14:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoever who says that high waist shorts are cool ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is random. Maybe I shall rip off peiyee's "mobile, fluid post".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, so many things are infuriating me nowadays it is just stupid to write it all down.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall sleep bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2601979836359560128?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2601979836359560128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2601979836359560128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2601979836359560128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2601979836359560128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/whoever-who-says-that-high-waist-shorts.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7697087521644810171</id><published>2007-06-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:36:27.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RmAtAbomKRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dCtb8Sgf6k0/s1600-h/Picture+789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RmAtAbomKRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dCtb8Sgf6k0/s200/Picture+789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071102665860458770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono, this is not really my new hair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I feel like really chopping off my hair now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7697087521644810171?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7697087521644810171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7697087521644810171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7697087521644810171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7697087521644810171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RmAtAbomKRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dCtb8Sgf6k0/s72-c/Picture+789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2779843466268828537</id><published>2007-05-31T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:35:16.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://humour.200ok.com.au/soap.htm"&gt;What to Do With Hotel Soap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The following letters are taken from an actual incident between a London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hotel and one of its guests. The Hotel ended up submitting the letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to the London Sunday Times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Maid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please do not leave any more of those little bars of soap in my bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;since I have brought my own bath-sized Dial. Please remove the six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;unopened little bars from the shelf under the medicine chest and another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;three in the shower soap dish. They are in my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S. Berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Room 635,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am not your regular maid. She will be back tomorrow, Thursday, from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;her day off. I took the 3 hotel soaps out of the shower soap dish as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;requested. The 6 bars on your shelf I took out of your way and put on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;top of your Kleenex dispenser in case you should change your mind. This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;leaves only the 3 bars I left today which my instructions from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;management is to leave 3 soaps daily. I hope this is satisfactory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kathy, Relief Maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Maid - I hope you are my regular maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apparently Kathy did not tell you about my note to her concerning the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;little bars of soap. When I got back to my room this evening I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had added 3 little Camays to the shelf under my medicine cabinet. I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;going to be here in the hotel for two weeks and have brought my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bath-size Dial so I won't need those 6 little Camays which are on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;shelf. They are in my way when shaving, brushing teeth, etc. Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;remove them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S. Berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mr. Berman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My day off was last Wed. so the relief maid left 3 hotel soaps which we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;are instructed by the management. I took the 6 soaps which were in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;way on the shelf and put them in the soap dish where your Dial was. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;put the Dial in the medicine cabinet for your convenience. I didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;remove the 3 complimentary soaps which are always placed inside the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;medicine cabinet for all new check-ins and which you did not object to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when you checked in last Monday. Please let me know if I can of further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;assistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your regular maid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dotty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mr. Berman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The assistant manager, Mr. Kensedder, informed me this morning that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;called him last evening and said you were unhappy with your maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;service. I have assigned a new girl to your room. I hope you will accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my apologies for any past inconvenience. If you have any future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;complaints please contact me so I can give it my personal attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Elaine Carmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Housekeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Miss Carmen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It is impossible to contact you by phone since I leave the hotel for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;business at 7:45 AM and don't get back before 5:30 or 6PM. That's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;reason I called Mr. Kensedder last night. You were already off duty. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;only asked Mr. Kensedder if he could do anything about those little bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of soap. The new maid you assigned me must have thought I was a new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;check-in today, since she left another 3 bars of hotel soap in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;medicine cabinet along with her regular delivery of 3 bars on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bath-room shelf. In just 5 days here I have accumulated 24 little bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of soap. Why are you doing this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S. Berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mr. Berman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your maid, Kathy, has been instructed to stop delivering soap to your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;room and remove the extra soaps. If I can be of further assistance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;please call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM.Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Elaine Carmen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Housekeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mr. Kensedder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My bath-size Dial is missing. Every bar of soap was taken from my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;including my own bath-size Dial. I came in late last night and had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;call the bellhop to bring me 4 little Cashmere Bouquets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S. Berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mr. Berman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have informed our housekeeper, Elaine Carmen, of your soap problem. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cannot understand why there was no soap in your room since our maids are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;instructed to leave 3 bars of soap each time they service a room. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;situation will be rectified immediately. Please accept my apologies for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Martin L. Kensedder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Assistant Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mrs. Carmen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who the hell left 54 little bars of Camay in my room? I came in last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;night and found 54 little bars of soap. I don't want 54 little bars of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Camay. I want my one damn bar of bath-size Dial. Do you realize I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;54 bars of soap in here. All I want is my bath size Dial. Please give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;back my bath-size Dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S. Berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mr. Berman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You complained of too much soap in your room so I had them removed. Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you complained to Mr. Kensedder that all your soap was missing so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;personally returned them. The 24 Camays which had been taken and the 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Camays you are supposed to receive daily. I don't know anything about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the 4 Cashmere Bouquets. Obviously your maid, Kathy, did not know I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;returned your soaps so she also brought 24 Camays plus the 3 daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Camays. I don't know where you got the idea this hotel issues bath-size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dial. I was able to locate some bath-size Ivory which I left in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Elaine Carmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Housekeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Mrs. Carmen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just a short note to bring you up-to-date on my latest soap inventory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As of today I possess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- On the shelf under medicine cabinet - 18 Camay in 4 stacks of 4 and 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stack of 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- On the Kleenex dispenser - 11 Camay in 2 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- On the bedroom dresser - 1 stack of 3 Cashmere Bouquet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- 1 stack of 4 hotel-size Ivory, and 8 Camay in 2 stacks of 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Inside the medicine cabinet - 14 Camay in 3 stacks of 4 and 1 stack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- In the shower soap dish - 6 Camay, very moist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- On the northeast corner of tub - 1 Cashmere Bouquet, slightly used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- On the northwest corner of tub - 6 Camays in 2 stacks of 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please ask Kathy when she services my room to make sure the stacks are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;neatly piled and dusted. Also, please advise her that stacks of more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;than 4  have a tendency to tip. May I suggest that my bedroom window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sill is not in use and will make an excellent spot for future soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;deliveries. One more item, I have purchased another bar of bath-sized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dial which I am keeping in the hotel vault in order to avoid further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S. Berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahahahah "stacks of more than 4  have a tendency to tip"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2779843466268828537?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2779843466268828537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2779843466268828537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2779843466268828537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2779843466268828537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-to-do-with-hotel-soap-following.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7297314343791354441</id><published>2007-05-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:41:00.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresses!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I'm gaining this fetish for dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Which I can't wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bangs wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rlw6_zYPRrI/AAAAAAAAANw/L45RKx20YHM/s1600-h/37922011-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rlw6_zYPRrI/AAAAAAAAANw/L45RKx20YHM/s200/37922011-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069992148310378162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rlw7ADYPRsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vVTBCSWrJtc/s1600-h/37926655-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rlw7ADYPRsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vVTBCSWrJtc/s200/37926655-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069992152605345474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna try to imitate this. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rlw7ADYPRtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QKmir9oJC-Y/s1600-h/38937499-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rlw7ADYPRtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QKmir9oJC-Y/s200/38937499-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069992152605345490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokka dots which someone hates. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forever21.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever21.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7297314343791354441?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7297314343791354441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7297314343791354441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7297314343791354441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7297314343791354441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/dresses.html' title='Dresses!'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/Rlw6_zYPRrI/AAAAAAAAANw/L45RKx20YHM/s72-c/37922011-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-5971078498184083843</id><published>2007-05-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:53:44.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmm slamming post.</title><content type='html'>As kawaii-ne and having a good way in setting male hormones go crazy as they are, as much as  a T.I.T I am, xmms really do get to my nerves very very badly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing this top yesterday on my way to his place when this xmm (literally. think she and her friends are like, 14?) wore a stripey top, black and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlwsYDYPRqI/AAAAAAAAANo/1shHUl03bnA/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlwsYDYPRqI/AAAAAAAAANo/1shHUl03bnA/s200/DSC01301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069976072247789218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sp convention toilet last week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I saw her wearing that top. I don't know why I always bump into people wearing stripey tops when I'm wearing it. O_o So I acted like I didn't see anything but xmm, being a xmm, just can't leave me alone. After her friend told  her not very discreetly that someone behind is wearing something that is like hers, she turned around and gave me a thorough check from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;When I say head to toe, it's Head. To. Toe.&lt;br /&gt;It not only made me squirm from my hair till my squiggly toes, it made me feel like whacking her cos she stared me up and down and up and down for like, 3 / 4 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, xmm being xmm, when I finally raised my eyes to her direction, she turned away.&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they ever learn. Don't stare if you get all jumpy when the person stare back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-5971078498184083843?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/5971078498184083843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=5971078498184083843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5971078498184083843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5971078498184083843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/xmm-slamming-post.html' title='xmm slamming post.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlwsYDYPRqI/AAAAAAAAANo/1shHUl03bnA/s72-c/DSC01301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7572125139633808575</id><published>2007-05-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:12:45.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell down (again) yesterday. This time at clementi MRT bustop. Slipped down the bus steps. =|&lt;br /&gt;Was so traumatised that on impulse I called aL at like, 9am but SHE OFFED HER PHONE T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I injured the backbone tail or something. Cos I can't roll around during dance after that properly. I mean, I can't even sit with both sides of my buttcheeks on the floor. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing some kind of stomach upset now. dear's mom seems pretty sick after dinner (she was so busy stuffing me with food. :|) Hope I'd be fine by tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A JOB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7572125139633808575?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7572125139633808575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7572125139633808575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7572125139633808575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7572125139633808575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-fell-down-again-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8611732186198408214</id><published>2007-05-26T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:18:22.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam results</title><content type='html'>Here's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name : LEE WAN YU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Matric No : U060380B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2006/2007        Sem 2 Examination for ARTS AND SOCIAL SCIENCES 1&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;                   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;th&gt;Module Code&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;th&gt;Module Title&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;th&gt;Grade&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;/tr&gt;                                    &lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;GEK1003 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction to Political Science &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;C+ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;JS1101E &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction to Japanese Studies &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;B &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAF1201 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;French 1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;B+ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;NM2102 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Communications and New Media Research &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;B- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;SC1101E &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making Sense of Society &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;B+ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAP: 3.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit disappointed luh. Don't know what happened to political Science. =/&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny. I didn't even feel anything when I got a lousier grade during the first semester. Think the bell curve is working its effects on me. And I studied pretty hard for this sem, dammit. :| Well, harder than I've ever had, slacker than others I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, now's the time to think about what I shall do next semester. Japanese is lousier than French, New Media is lousier than Sociology. I still want to do advertising. I still want to do Japanese.  S= I like soci though. How huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dance soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8611732186198408214?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8611732186198408214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8611732186198408214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8611732186198408214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8611732186198408214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-results.html' title='Exam results'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6823917223912441967</id><published>2007-05-26T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:44:28.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so horrified.&lt;br /&gt;Results out in 10 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6823917223912441967?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6823917223912441967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6823917223912441967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6823917223912441967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6823917223912441967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-horrified.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-5768347519598886048</id><published>2007-05-24T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:27:54.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today! marks ze end of ze torture of ma feet.&lt;br /&gt;(On a completely random note, I've been reminded by so- kind Samuel that results are out this Saturday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been really tiring the past three days. But think $200 more. Chinkchink!! =D&lt;br /&gt;I've made new friends! This sounds so strange coming from me. Seriously, the number of "friends" I made since I got into uni is definitely below ten. Yes yes, I'm one of those suckers who stick around in my own cliques or goes around alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the girls who worked with me was from admissions! They were from this year's batch. =D&lt;br /&gt;One of them huimin (haha this is the. 5th huimin I've known. I'm having trouble naming them in my phone.) is from yuhua primary, commonwealth sec and was in jjc first three months! And she lives near me. And! She's going to FASS this coming August. Way cool huh!&lt;br /&gt;She's a year younger. Never met her before though. Nice people! Gossiped non-stop about some people from office. ^^ and some things NEVER changes!! What we experienced last year happened to them this year, probably in a worse form. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and they found out I'm the one who put the bear there. Don't know who blurted out that it's damn ugly.  HAHAHAHA. &gt;&lt;!! I shan't elaborate too much here. Gee. And right! They tortured the bear! Put it everywhere! It's now a famous bear. =D It shall be passed on to the future generations of temp staff in admissions. I'm so proud of myself. I've just started an extremely screwed up heirloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel made a total clown out of himself today when he started getting high on food. You see, we watched this video of the graduation ceremony 9 times, plus rehearsal, 11 times! So we knew the lines pretty well. He was trying to imitate that guy who does ballroom dancing. (aL burst out laughing when she saw the video at that part) The very horrifying thing was that we were at the buffet area when he started doing all sorts of stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't catch it on phone :( Except for one which he was jumping up and down like one of the girls in the video and acting cute. It was really an.. interesting experience. (It's like meeting myself when I go crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my share of fun, albeit the boredom. It's REALLY boring. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need a job and Tom needs an assistant for his magic shows. But it's on Saturday and that's all screwy cos I gotta teach in the morning and train at night. BOo la. :( And there's a gathering on 2nd June I think.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dance, I think there's a competition on 10th June. .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention, Maybelline's mousse foundation rocks. It's really easy to apply and makes skin look oh-so- flawless. lol! What's more it's on offer now. (while testing I realised I'm still of a darker shade. Damn.)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah as aL said, we're growing to become vainpots soon. But my skin was real bad lately. So had to look more presentable for ushering. And I need it for dance performance anyway. Thus with so many reasons to buy it. I uh, bought it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and! I saw Marcus's name in the list of people graduating today. So I msged him and he said he wasn't coming. Little did I expect to see junjie. zomg. And liangkiat. They all wore that Harrypotter gowns. Flappy! And jj still seemed traumatised by me from the last time I said hi and bye. =S Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I spent so long typing these. Really tired! and where's aL!!!! =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-5768347519598886048?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/5768347519598886048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=5768347519598886048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5768347519598886048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/5768347519598886048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-marks-ze-end-of-ze-torture-of-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7402133337061943974</id><published>2007-05-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:35:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: full-load emo shit  + lots of random pics + another full load of emo shit. pHaNkx.</title><content type='html'>Here's where I've been slaving away from 730 to 730 from yesterday. Usherer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRJ0jYPRoI/AAAAAAAAANY/GkcyvDuyHmM/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRJ0jYPRoI/AAAAAAAAANY/GkcyvDuyHmM/s200/DSC01302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067756647897581186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRJjjYPRnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mfa4JZLXBUE/s1600-h/Picture+775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRJjjYPRnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mfa4JZLXBUE/s200/Picture+775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067756355839805042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite an okay job, just that my ballet flats are really really hurting. The sides and backs of my feet quite a horrific sight. It's all read and bubbled with skin peeling. They are FLATS. And SOFT. Don't know what happened. :( What's more, now my heels are uberly pain, reason being I was working standing, eating standing and resting standing. Sitting down is suddenly the luxury which I can't afford for more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all thanks to dear aL, (she forgot to tell me that this job requires people to wear formal), I was hunting around for covered shoes. Oh, and did I mention I DON'T HAVE FORMAL CLOTHINGS. omg la. Her aunt Sandra says must wear dress pants and I was like wth are dress pants. So I figured no jeans no slippers so I wore my black pants. Which are not really black. =D And they look. Like jeans. Or skinnies. Anything but what the others were wearing yesterday. With my orange checkered shirt I look pretty out of place =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled together my own version of being formal today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRKdDYPRpI/AAAAAAAAANg/H6b9wJjN3IY/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRKdDYPRpI/AAAAAAAAANg/H6b9wJjN3IY/s200/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067757343682283154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada. Haha. That pullover's from Fox and I bought it for aL. But it's size 1 cos all P ran out of stock. It's already pretty loose for me so um, aL was drowning in it. So I wore a tube a black skirt and that. I still look pretty out of place. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd have a nice arch on my ankles after tomorrow. My feet were hurting so badly I was tiptoeing to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway aL dropped by yesterday to visit me. So touched. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRIpzYPRmI/AAAAAAAAANI/XBt4YG6bqvE/s1600-h/Picture+776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRIpzYPRmI/AAAAAAAAANI/XBt4YG6bqvE/s200/Picture+776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067755363702359650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRIRjYPRlI/AAAAAAAAANA/qjBRTp2mzm4/s1600-h/Picture+779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRIRjYPRlI/AAAAAAAAANA/qjBRTp2mzm4/s200/Picture+779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754947090531922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pringles. Hair finally long enough to do that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRH7DYPRkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HNsaXcBrUt8/s1600-h/Picture+780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRH7DYPRkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HNsaXcBrUt8/s200/Picture+780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754560543475266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Twits In Training aka T.I.T *twist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRHoDYPRjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5h0YxTzkJZ4/s1600-h/Picture+782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRHoDYPRjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5h0YxTzkJZ4/s200/Picture+782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754234125960754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wuffs miie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRHSjYPRiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K7FRX6-8usc/s1600-h/Picture+785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRHSjYPRiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K7FRX6-8usc/s200/Picture+785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753864758773282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poking nostrils =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRG5DYPRhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0cClT9vXv4E/s1600-h/Picture+786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRG5DYPRhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0cClT9vXv4E/s200/Picture+786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067753426672109074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the rate I'm going, I'm going to become a T.O.O.T soon, aka Twit Out Of Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-edit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No more emo shit.heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7402133337061943974?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7402133337061943974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7402133337061943974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7402133337061943974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7402133337061943974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/warning-full-load-emo-shit-lots-of.html' title='WARNING: full-load emo shit  + lots of random pics + another full load of emo shit. pHaNkx.'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V96ZtkdguK0/RlRJ0jYPRoI/AAAAAAAAANY/GkcyvDuyHmM/s72-c/DSC01302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3669809144149534094</id><published>2007-05-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:26:37.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/428188"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/428188/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3669809144149534094?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3669809144149534094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3669809144149534094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3669809144149534094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3669809144149534094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-995103913612987630</id><published>2007-05-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:49:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally eaten Long John's breakfast after soooooo long. (I've been whining about eating it since like MONTHS ago!) yyummiiee. =D&lt;br /&gt;And dear kopped home the chilli sauce (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; background story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I was saying I did that all the time last time and I collect tomato sauce for my ah ma cos she always says that those bottled ones are very expensive. .___.). His mom was like O_o when she saw the bunch of little packets of chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cut his hair and looked like some chao gay cos he didn't want to cut his fringe again and it's pushed to the side. =| *PULLS*&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a proud member of VideoEzy. I sense a hole slowly forming in my pocket. It really wasn't a good idea for me to have the membership. It was him who wanted it, but he didn't bring his IC out, so I applied while he paid. Good huh. =D I've got a free voucher. Tell me if anyone wants to rent movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally learnt how to play bridge. Though still quite lost.&lt;br /&gt;His sisters are funny. Andrea is cute and Anna is smart. Don't know what happened to him. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the highlight of the day is that I've found my new love.&lt;br /&gt;Omg la. Microphone is like the funnest thing around can.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun time traumatising people whom I know won't get mad at me for going like HEHEHE HALLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOO online. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says that luckily me and aL aren't sisters. I was like yeah, we'd prolly burn down the house for the fun of it when we're bored or something. He said no, it's just that we're really really noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh nos.&lt;br /&gt;This brought me back to the time when I remembered aL was known to be pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;It's really not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all high over his microphone. I think my parents will be even more befuddled by my behavior if I really do bring it home so figured it'd be better if I leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Today while going to the bustop I was talking to dad on the phone when he suddenly went like "Who's that beside you??".&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? (horror movie music sneaks in-eyes dart to the sides-)&lt;br /&gt;him: Who. WHO. (me: adds in a snarl)&lt;br /&gt;me: *rolls eyes* noone. Or alot of people. You want me to grab someone to talk to you? (*@(&amp;#$(#&amp;amp;amp;(#*&amp;amp;!($%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to randomly grab an old man to answer the phone next time he does that, and let him have a heart attack in shock or in joy when it dawns to him that my mysterious boyf they don't want to know about (or so they say *smirks*) is a rich dying old man, probably a miser so he'd have lots of money by now. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep. I've got to get to SP by 730 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-995103913612987630?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/995103913612987630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=995103913612987630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/995103913612987630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/995103913612987630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-finally-eaten-long-johns-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-9148245147775688324</id><published>2007-05-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:37:59.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk about lots of things and now I don't feel like already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working tomorrow. Briefing actually.&lt;br /&gt;Hai. More tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway please act like you've never seen the post below. I'm a very good girl actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-9148245147775688324?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/9148245147775688324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=9148245147775688324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/9148245147775688324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/9148245147775688324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanted-to-talk-about-lots-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8336965297445087917</id><published>2007-05-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:00:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm frigging irritated. I'm like so irritated that I will just whack anyone who tries to step on that last nerve anymore. But sadly the only people around me are like the two people who I see every single day (and night for the matter). Or some people on the cyberweb which I can't whack (read: one of which my closest friend since young.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when your parents are acting about like, a quarter of their age or lesser? You don't really care nor want to be bothered about what they are unhappy with (and I mean things like, "why you throw away the facial foam which you don't want to use? Can use to clean other things right?"&lt;br /&gt;me: oh okay.  *goes to look for the tube I left near the bin* "yea so where is it?"&lt;br /&gt;she: In the chute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. *glares, zhuai look and proceeded to change everyone's towel except mine*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever la. You guys are infinitely more childish than me, period.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even bring myself to stoop down to your levels to continue irritating YOU. Cos I'm infuriating myself with that stupidity too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, next time, I repeat. Don't EVER blame me if you two are the last to know about ANYTHING. Including my results, how HE looks like, when I'm getting married, when I'm gonna kill myself. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to listen right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to open my mouth to say anything either. Don't tell me how other kids will tell their moms everything, how the family can go out together happily and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED ALL OF IT. YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME ANY. YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO LISTEN WHENEVER I OPEN MY MOUTH. ACTING LIKE YOU'RE LISTENING WHEN NOTHING IS GOING IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Just, DON'T EVER LET ME HEAR YOU TWO COMPLAINING ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT I DO OR I DON'T DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly cos, I don't fucking care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I. Don't NEED you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8336965297445087917?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8336965297445087917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8336965297445087917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8336965297445087917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8336965297445087917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-frigging-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6186717302742710127</id><published>2007-05-17T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:28:31.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a good day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) aL will be coming tomorrow =D=D&lt;br /&gt;2) Dear is coming out today&lt;br /&gt;3) I've finally eat meat for two days (there's this thing about me and meat. I cannot turn vegetarian cos I'd die of sianness without meat. Meat makes me a much happier person. =B ehehe)&lt;br /&gt;4) PEIYEE IS IN SCOTLAND. HOW COOL IS THAT! (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm almost finishing that Baby Mickey and Minnie cross- stitch that took me (claimed by mommy, MORE THAN) seven years to do. As I grow older I get more impatient thus I can't settle down properly to finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;6) My eye seems perfectly fine today. =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6186717302742710127?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6186717302742710127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6186717302742710127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6186717302742710127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6186717302742710127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-good-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-915039000775958044</id><published>2007-05-17T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:28:50.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored and broke, so that explains for the ad at the side.&lt;br /&gt;Peiyee is earning $3++ currently for Google Adsense. =D&lt;br /&gt;Go click there and sign up! HAHA. *chinkchink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mingwei sent me some email cashpro thing. You can earn money by reading emails. Why do advertisers have such funny ideas I really don't know. But I signed on anyway, cos he gets points for referring other people. So me, referred some people too. Those that I hope won't kill me for sending them such stuffs ( I always feel like chomping people for sending me birthday calendars to fill in, chatbox, dunnowat tag things. =___=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to rot. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm all emo-ed cos aL can't make it for sp gathering on tomorrow (again! ): )&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate too much here.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-915039000775958044?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/915039000775958044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=915039000775958044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/915039000775958044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/915039000775958044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-bored-and-broke-so-that-explains-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7488738380385989101</id><published>2007-05-16T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:46:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>It's finally working! -waves arms in circles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. I was thinking of moving permanently to lj already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty much the same, but my left eye seems to be giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;That was a pretty interesting accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having dance rehearsal and we're supposed to split from a row to two, two to four. Then join back to one row. Something like that. And I was jumping forward when eileen was swinging her arm backwards.&lt;br /&gt;We were all holding this red cloth that's pretty rough. So fist + friction resulted in the skin below the eye to tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny until my sweat started dripping on the wound. &gt;&lt; Salt on wound.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it swelled up and went down after a while. There's this ugly horrible scar below my eye. And I was extremely pissed due to pms and mainly cos of the scar ( vainpot tendencies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scar's almost gone now but the eye's throbbing. It's gonna fall out some day I think. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is happening lately. Besides fulfilling number 1 of the &lt;a href="http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-i-want-to-do-after.html"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt; I made to do after examinations, all I've done was sit rot gain weight get pissed and waste money. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all bored and restless cos I accidentally downloaded the show in CHINESE DUBBED instead of canto. Gawd. Horrible. So re- downloading it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later! BLOGGER IS WORKING! MUAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7488738380385989101?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7488738380385989101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7488738380385989101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7488738380385989101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7488738380385989101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/wahahah.html' title='WAHAHAH'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-8279554691446130970</id><published>2007-05-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:56:18.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes, blogger is still being awfully screwy to me. I can't upload pics can't edit html coding. BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop over here(Damn, I can't even HYPERLINK!) http://flpe.livejournal.com . It's not being updated often though. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-8279554691446130970?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/8279554691446130970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=8279554691446130970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8279554691446130970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/8279554691446130970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-yes-blogger-is-still-being-awfully.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-7224269890432691102</id><published>2007-05-06T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:02:58.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is being uberly screwy on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's very very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I accidentally left something in the exam hall for the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's my brain. Great-o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-7224269890432691102?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/7224269890432691102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=7224269890432691102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7224269890432691102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/7224269890432691102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogger-is-being-uberly-screwy-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-830394720646287908</id><published>2007-05-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:54:58.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>We did it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;he resembles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the male version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;YA LA&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i like you so much. or i like him so much&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is tt why u like him(me) soo much  **Bats eyelids*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;sounds wrong la! zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rachel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;freaks out and dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summersalts says:&lt;br /&gt;this is freaking funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA Y-ANLING STOP READING MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In case you didn't get it, we said that at the same time) ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting all high cos I'm meeting her tomorrow. Awwww. -waves arms around happily- I have very expressive arms. YAy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone see that I'm really happy that IT'S OVER?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-830394720646287908?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/830394720646287908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=830394720646287908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/830394720646287908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/830394720646287908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-6295452585016905820</id><published>2007-05-03T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:49:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-WAVES ARMS AROUND-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OVERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-6295452585016905820?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/6295452585016905820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=6295452585016905820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6295452585016905820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/6295452585016905820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/waves-arms-around-its-overrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-2857472970554905340</id><published>2007-05-02T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:32:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading the last chapter of the test ( Hurray??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was talking about projective techniques ( how people normally will never divulge their true feelings and attitudes). One of the more popular tests is the Ink Blot Test so I went to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="subTwoA"&gt;Your Unconscious Mind Is Most Driven by Love.&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;img src="http://i.uk.tickle.com/uk/test/inkblot/love.jpg" alt="Love" class="resultTypeImage" height="120" width="120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Your instinct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;to love and be loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; is rooted very deeply in your subconscious and affects most of the decisions you make in life – whether you are aware of it or not. You inspire people to experience their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;true feelings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; of love and act kindly towards others. You also value your personal relationships more than most people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;unique capacity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; to love may be greater than those around you, which means you may have more to give in relationships than your friends or romantic partners do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. The rest of it can't be seen. &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-2857472970554905340?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/2857472970554905340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=2857472970554905340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2857472970554905340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/2857472970554905340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/was-reading-last-chapter-of-test-hurray.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-303260401245021157</id><published>2007-05-02T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:30:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST ONE TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;がんばってね！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-303260401245021157?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/303260401245021157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=303260401245021157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/303260401245021157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/303260401245021157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-one-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3354343390588244659</id><published>2007-05-02T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:04:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to live on the moon! - Ernie, Sesame Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, I'd like to visit the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On a rocket ship high in the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes, I'd like to visit the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I don't think I'd like to live there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I would miss all the places and people I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So although I might like it for one afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't want to live on the moon  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'd like to travel under the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I could meet all the fish everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes, I'd travel under the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I don't think I'd like to live there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I might stay for a day there if I had my wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But there's not much to do when your friends are all fish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And an oyster and clam aren't real family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So I don't want to live in the sea  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'd like to visit the jungle, hear the lions roar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Go back in time and meet a dinosaur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There's so many strange places I'd like to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But none of them permanently  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So if I should visit the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, I'll dance on a moonbeam and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I will make a wish on a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And I'll wish I was home once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I would miss all the places and people I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So although I may go I'll be coming home soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'Cause I don't want to live on the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;No, I don't want to live on the moon  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Cute song from Joce. (: msg if you want it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3354343390588244659?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3354343390588244659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3354343390588244659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3354343390588244659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3354343390588244659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-want-to-live-on-moon-ernie.html' title='I don&apos;t want to live on the moon! - Ernie, Sesame Street'/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19791632.post-3126593754842824768</id><published>2007-05-01T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:37:53.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now people had been asking me wassup with my nick which is summersalts.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly &lt;del&gt;stupid&lt;/del&gt; cool-sounding as it is, it has an even cooler origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started from a conversation between me and aL. ( is it even surprising. lol)&lt;br /&gt;It went something like, me saying *flips over and dies* and she saying *flops* and went like, eh how to spell somersaults?&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent me said summersalts. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I even at this topic?&lt;br /&gt;Cos  now Ivan-san started a very nice idea.&lt;br /&gt;(upon hearing the origin of the nick, however, he was rather stumped by my funniness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His idea was, if I were to start selling salt, the name can earn millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Summer Salts! For all your french fry needs! Or as Americans call it freedom fries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( Now, that was a short- lived name for french fries in America, due to some anti- french sentiments or something. But french fries didn't even come from France. It's from Belgium I think. o_o)  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;That be cool, Summersalts on your freedom fries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19791632-3126593754842824768?l=wanyuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/feeds/3126593754842824768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19791632&amp;postID=3126593754842824768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3126593754842824768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19791632/posts/default/3126593754842824768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanyuu.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-people-had-been-asking-me-wassup.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056235549411156689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
