<?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-5315866890046794687</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:22:48.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kr4ppy-n0nsense</title><subtitle type='html'>YunZhu - called xyz
14 yrs old 
Sec 2 
schooling in a all-girls school
loves to crap - can tell from name
loves to sing
loves to dance</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-3144208648476033423</id><published>2010-09-25T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:59:24.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This feeling sucks, to the max, the core, to the ultimate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3144208648476033423?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3144208648476033423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3144208648476033423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3144208648476033423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3144208648476033423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-feeling-sucks-to-max-core-to.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7548025396801285246</id><published>2010-09-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:32:56.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wished I went to a JC..&lt;br /&gt;All my friends have holidays that never seem to coincide nicely with mine. When I'm finally free, they'll all be busy mugging. When I'm rushing all my projects out, they are nicely slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why I decided to come to a POLY, and the reason will forever stay clear in my mind. I have a pact with TPY and I'll stay true and accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIGGGG, DON'T GIVE UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7548025396801285246?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7548025396801285246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7548025396801285246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7548025396801285246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7548025396801285246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-really-wished-i-went-to-jc.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1261429861783915723</id><published>2010-06-21T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:54:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god, I seriously need to control myself. Yunzhu, if you want to tolerate, tolerate it all the way and not even show a hint of annoyance! If you don't want to tolerate, just tell him what you are unhappy about! WTF MAN. Do halfway until he don't know what you're unhappy about, just think you are a siaozharbo. ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a sidenote, I need to practise my Excel. Oh god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1261429861783915723?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1261429861783915723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1261429861783915723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1261429861783915723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1261429861783915723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-god-i-seriously-need-to-control.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1396942881463138088</id><published>2010-06-09T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:11:45.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, I have not updated for so damn freaking long. Gosh! Okay many many things have happened. My term break's here but it's gonna be gone soon before I know it. Let me just list down what I've been going through these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I just went for my Scholarship Interview today. Oh god. I think I didn't elaborate enough, seriously. And I found out that SO MANY PEOPLE signed up for the scholarship! The whole of today was interview. There is still a whole set of interviews tomorrow. The interviewers only asked all of us about 2 to 3 main questions. I HAVE A FEELING I DON'T STAND A CHANCE. But... what to do? It's over. No point harping on it. GO ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and next thing is that I got into LRM IG! Something to be happy about, obviously! But for people who know me well.. I guess you all know what is making me unhappy. Talk about it.... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ponning training like mad lately! AND THE REASON? Because all the freaking freshies are also ponning like nobody's business. I pon because I won't have anyone to talk to if I go for training. BUT SERIOUSLY, I KNOW THAT ISN'T REALLY A REASON TO PON. I JUST CAN'T HELP IT. URRGGGH. The feeling sucks knowing that I really need the attendance to reflect nicely for my scholarship selection but things are just not helping and I'm not even helping myself. SUCKs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. Rewind to something even further back, THANK YOU SHIMIN, DARYL, MICHELLE AND K5 FOR GIVING ME SUCH A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY! :D Thank you every single person who wished me Happy Birthday! I was super duper shocked when Long Jian told me Ting Jun and him wanted to call me on my birthday itself to wish me. I AM SO TOUCHED. IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE SEEN THEM. Really miss the old times, rehearsing in the HC Black Box, letting Mo Xiang or whichever senior who was there who scolded me for my lousy acting skills. REALLY. I MISS IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I know this is really random and I jump from topic to topic damn fast. BUT I REALLY FEEL DAMN SLACK NOW. I HAVEN'T COMPLETED A SINGLE INDIVIDUAL PROJECT AND IT'S ALREADY WEDNESDAY. YUNZHU! GO DO YOUR WORK NOW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1396942881463138088?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1396942881463138088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1396942881463138088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1396942881463138088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1396942881463138088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-i-have-not-updated-for-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1764636359927607854</id><published>2010-04-09T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:51:16.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps(if any), I watched Huang Cheng today and spent a good freaking lot of money on cab fares. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's just me but somehow, I felt that Huang Cheng's performance is like getting worse as the years pass. I started watching Huang Cheng 2 years ago when I was in Sec 3 and I've been watching it every year since. Out of all the 3 performances that I've watched, I felt that the very first one is the best one. Perhaps I'm damn picky or something? I have no idea. For today's performance, I think all the actors and actresses were just shouting all their lines out with not a lot of emotion put into it because mics cannot be used. I know this is a damn nerve-wrecking problem, I've faced it before and I ended up being to soft on stage. People may say that the feeling brought across may be not that strong but at least the what they want to convey is brought across through their lines. But what's the point of drama? Then you might as well go read a book or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm ranting about it because I think the performance wasn't really worth fourteen bucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, change subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT BACK TO IJ TODAY. Omg, I love the whole feeling there, talking to the juniors and the others there. Drank my (watery) smoothie:/ Collected my cert. And yes, I sort of miss CL, miss drama. ): I wonder when I'll ever do drama again. I want to start but I don't know where to start. Start alone in a completely new environment? I don't even know if I have the courage to do that. I have a feeling I'll never interact with drama again.. BUT OH WELL, I shall just see how it goes. MAYBE, I'll join drama in TP? WHO KNOWS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1764636359927607854?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1764636359927607854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1764636359927607854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1764636359927607854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1764636359927607854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-peepsif-any-i-watched-huang-cheng.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7452978531162588486</id><published>2010-04-05T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:06:12.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? I think time really flies! Just a few months ago, when school started for all the JC people, I was hoping and wishing that Poly can just start at the same time so that at least I won't have to endure about 2 months plus alone. Now, in just about 1 week plus more, orientation is starting for me but I seem to dread it more and more as it draws nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just damn bloody fickle, I don't know what to think seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7452978531162588486?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7452978531162588486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7452978531162588486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7452978531162588486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7452978531162588486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-what-i-think-time-really-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3162098135739484313</id><published>2010-02-17T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:37:54.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy CNY and Valentine's! Hope everyone had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is like so late but whatever, at least I bother to revive my blog. Okay, I found out that rotting at home isn't that bad afterall. I have yesterday and today to rot, before I start working on Friday again. According to my boss, I won't have to work so many days a week anymore, like just Friday and weekends. I'll have a lot of time to slack I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my ways of rotting the day away:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play Cafeworld&lt;br /&gt;2. Facebook - check out how all your JC friends are doing and envy them&lt;br /&gt;3. Play L4D2&lt;br /&gt;4. Clear all junk emails - I only have 3 emails in my account now&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;6. Keep eating and gain weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am online at this crazy hour when I slept at 1+am last night because I had to make sure my food on Cafeworld don't turn bad. I think I'm mad, to wake up so early for some virtual food. This is how no-life I am. sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3162098135739484313?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3162098135739484313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3162098135739484313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3162098135739484313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3162098135739484313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny-and-valentines-hope-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3501227097587829197</id><published>2010-02-02T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:57:59.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful, but not exactly so.</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be job-hunting today, which failed pretty miserably, but I ended up getting to know someone better today. Therefore, I conclude that today is fruitful, in the sense that I sort of have a slightly stronger bond with the person, hopefully changing the bad impression I left on that person, but not fruitful at all in terms of the aim of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3501227097587829197?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3501227097587829197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3501227097587829197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3501227097587829197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3501227097587829197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/fruitful-but-not-exactly-so.html' title='Fruitful, but not exactly so.'/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-490468218866983939</id><published>2010-01-31T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:57:05.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god, look at what will happen if you happen to bring 2 crazy friends of yours to your house. You will end up with results pretty similar to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, school has started for the JC people, equivalent to everyone in my class except me. WOW. I am sort of bored everyday, even though I'm working. Friends will know why. ): sigh. I want to go shopping, but I'm afraid of spending money. Yuexiang! You said we will go shopping together, when????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang/Cult, are we meeting up? I want to meet. I'm bored. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimin, when are you coming down to TM to try the Lingering Doubles, I'm waiting for you so that we can try it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I want to work in the IR/ Universal Studios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-490468218866983939?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/490468218866983939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=490468218866983939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/490468218866983939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/490468218866983939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my-god-look-at-what-will-happen-if.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2559807899719542068</id><published>2010-01-30T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:39:47.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P9R5gRT8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TZfvWwB4jRc/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P9R5gRT8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TZfvWwB4jRc/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432464059474726850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my second boyfrind!! I CNTA SPELLS!! BUT IIE LUBZX HIM ALOTS LOR!!&lt;br /&gt;My second boyfrind said: "IM BRIND TO LUB YUN ZHUCHIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is zhuchia. And my surname is YUN! SO AWESOMES RIGHT?? I KNOWZ SHINGZZZ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2559807899719542068?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2559807899719542068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2559807899719542068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2559807899719542068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2559807899719542068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-second-boyfrind-i-cnta.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P9R5gRT8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TZfvWwB4jRc/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-767279301767601220</id><published>2010-01-30T01:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:33:40.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P8zM_K8xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZLe3n9eBkpA/s1600-h/0083_3R_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P8zM_K8xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZLe3n9eBkpA/s320/0083_3R_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432463532128662290" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P8jkVLMYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tlcmmrUJmeY/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P8jkVLMYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tlcmmrUJmeY/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432463263517061506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P8jEFmIFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YxEhvQ9DLpA/s1600-h/0084_3R_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P8jEFmIFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YxEhvQ9DLpA/s320/0084_3R_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432463254861783122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM YUNZHU THE NOOB I LOVE MICHELLE AND SHIMIN VERY MUCH BECAUSE THEY ARE PRETTY AND SEXY! YAY THANK YOU THANK YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM UGLY AND SKINNY AND MEATLESS I SUCK ALOT LAH BUT ITS OAKY BECAUSE I ALSO CNAT SPELLS! And when i go to tp i will get a diploma in hospritarity!! BOOMZXZXZXZX!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-767279301767601220?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/767279301767601220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=767279301767601220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/767279301767601220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/767279301767601220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-yunzhu-noob-i-love-michelle-and.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/S2P8zM_K8xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZLe3n9eBkpA/s72-c/0083_3R_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-3547889147045731141</id><published>2010-01-01T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:16:24.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey! I'm blogging today all thanks to LIM SHI MIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay, actually there's no big deal, she just asked me to blog. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, WOW, Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me update on what's been happening these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;1. Work&lt;br /&gt;2. Farewell&lt;br /&gt;Well, my expectations of Farewell was pretty low actually. I guess it was due to my god damn low expectations, I enjoyed Farewell. HAHAHA, not trying to be sarcastic here but that's my honest opinion alright? Thank you to all my LOVELY JUNIORS for the farewell gifts. I hope we still keep in touch? And I'm pretty sure I'll come visit during CCA Orientation and other such events. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. New Year's Eve Cycling&lt;br /&gt;I went cycling with Dee at ECP and HEY! we saw Caleb there. Okay, no biggie actually. Roamed around waiting for 12midnight and we actually HAPPY NEW YEAR-ed upon stepping on Yishun ground. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;4. New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be baking at Xin's house, but due to some last minute problems, we postponed the plan. I met up with Shi to talk and catch up as usual at the same hunt. I guess we're both boring peeps. LOL. I think Shi will %&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;)(*)(&amp;amp;*% upon seeing this. HEH. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there. Sorry, for this lousy post, but yeah, no blogging mood you see?&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I have the mood alright? BYE PEEPS. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3547889147045731141?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3547889147045731141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3547889147045731141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3547889147045731141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3547889147045731141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-hey-hey-im-blogging-today-all.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-840168429222640522</id><published>2009-12-14T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:40:50.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! This past week has sort of been a catching up period with my Primary School friends. I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, last Friday was the gathering with them and if I am not wrong/without any objections, Jarad, Kevin and me will be planning and organising another gathering after getting our results before everyone starts schooling all over again. I guess the gathering will most probably be a chalet. Someone suggested that, and I think we are sticking to the plan. Oh yeah, NVPS gathering organising team FTW! (:  (quoted from Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SyZZup35cRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Y3TQzOu8ejk/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SyZZup35cRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Y3TQzOu8ejk/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114260008759570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I just met up with Vanessa today! It has been practically a year and a half since I last saw her. Oh my god, she've changed. She looks pretty different now  (or perhaps only today) , her make-up sort of changed her.  I went Christmas shopping with her, and I bought my Christmas gifts for almost everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SyZZt_6MBrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UphF-Fc5klE/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SyZZt_6MBrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UphF-Fc5klE/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114248744076978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SyZZuWVeRQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/V--NsJFO9G4/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SyZZuWVeRQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/V--NsJFO9G4/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114254764098818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this innocent girl saw this bear moving and thought it was a real bear. -.-  The bear will just move its head up and down, while rocking its cub...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After catching up with "long-lost friends", I've realised that I haven't really met any of the IJ people except Shimin. Oh my, K5! Tag me if you see this man. We are the most inactive clique! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-840168429222640522?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/840168429222640522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=840168429222640522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/840168429222640522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/840168429222640522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-gosh-this-past-week-has-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SyZZup35cRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Y3TQzOu8ejk/s72-c/IMG_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-3156991836225574249</id><published>2009-12-11T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:17:08.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wonder, this has happened twice in a month already. I mean this thought popping up in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it better to make yourself feel contented or to make others feel contented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was the hotel arrangements for my clique and BEN7. I was the organiser, and I felt that I really didn't enjoy myself in the preparation work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the gathering today. I did pretty much of shit. Some people made shit out of things. I was pretty afraid but there's nothing much I can do. I can't stand myself having this feeling of helplessness. I know people enjoyed themselves during the gathering. But I didn't exactly feel that way. Awkward silence was presence once in a while still. Am I feeling like shit because my expectations are way too high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time in a month, I think this is a bit too much for me to handle. I haven't really blogged unhappy stuffs in a pretty long time. I want to be the cheerful girl who usually enjoys everything that comes my way. I want to be able to do that and stop thinking about unhappy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP YUNZHU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3156991836225574249?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3156991836225574249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3156991836225574249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3156991836225574249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3156991836225574249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-really-wonder-this-has.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-229951327473425311</id><published>2009-11-24T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:17:31.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello to all earthlings out there reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I intended to blog all about my adventures but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;MY VOICE CHANGED TO THIS FREAKING LOW AND SEXY VOICE and thus, I'VE LOST ALL MY MOOD TO BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn you tonsillitis! I shall drink all the water in the world and drown you!! RAWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-229951327473425311?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/229951327473425311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=229951327473425311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/229951327473425311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/229951327473425311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-to-all-earthlings-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7021221216472863097</id><published>2009-11-20T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:20:24.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thoughts of after Os and after this long dreaded exams has been whatever that was pushing me to study hard and just tolerate a little longer before Os end. Now, Os have ended, all papers down, and the long awaited FREEDOM is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this freedom has soon turned into BOREDOM after Prom has ended. Prom was interesting in a way, in terms of preparation, playing in the hotel, planning for games and stuffs, but  just one day of rotting at home made me realise how boring it is to stay at home and do absolutely nothing. I know I sound like a bitch saying this and most probably tons and millions of schooling kids are jealous of me now, but I really feel bored. Not that I would rather go back to studying, but at least you had an aim and you had something to do back then, now I have absolutely free time to myself. I feel like this rotting piece of carcass decomposing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have tons of things I wanted to do after Os.&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend more time with _____&lt;br /&gt;However, _____ is schooling and is a little sick. I can't spend much time with _____..&lt;br /&gt;2. SHOPPING although I admit I already have a lot of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, which girl has ENOUGH clothes? But do realise I don't have a lot of cash with me, no one can sponsor my shopping, the person will seriously go broke.&lt;br /&gt;3. GO AND WORK AND EARN SOME MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;I have applied and my interview is on Monday. So yes, I need to wait until then to see if I get accepted for the job.&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet up with people that I have long lost touch with.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't approached anyone yet. I feel a little awkward approaching them, as you know, I already mentioned "lost touch".  Will they shun away from me? Will they find me weird? Will they appreciate me as a friend? Will they even remember me? 这还是个未知数。。&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more thick skin!&lt;br /&gt;5. Interrogate Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall not go into detail about this.&lt;br /&gt;6. ARCADE.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shoot like a pro, House of the Dead. Apparently, I am still a noob and I still need money in order to play.&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn a skill, say dance or vocal singing or make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this will never be accomplished. I don't really have time for this if I am going to work, and it's definitely going to be costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I wanted to do when I was still having/ before exams. Now, I don't think I can accomplish much. ): What happened to LG, Life's Good? It's like LS, Life Sucks now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7021221216472863097?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7021221216472863097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7021221216472863097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7021221216472863097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7021221216472863097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughts-of-after-os-and-after-this.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4744485241147239278</id><published>2009-10-15T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:30:57.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of school and I realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-go-lucky. Smiley crazy. I can't find you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This realisation made me lose my whole mood today. I can't make myself smile or bring myself to smile at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4744485241147239278?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4744485241147239278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4744485241147239278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4744485241147239278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4744485241147239278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-last-day-of-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3574423792258564166</id><published>2009-08-21T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:51:18.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I am here because Shi Min asked me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;There! I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I do are rather mundane and if you know me well enough, I don't really have to elaborate much on it. So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. The end.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this blog post is a disappointment to you. AWWW TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3574423792258564166?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3574423792258564166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3574423792258564166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3574423792258564166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3574423792258564166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5845210622620090382</id><published>2009-07-28T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:07:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff8080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; 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color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#800040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#800040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to hold your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopes everything turns out all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants you to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#408080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 128, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#408080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#0080c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 192); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0080c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; 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color: rgb(255, 128, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff80ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 128, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is thinking of you and smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#8080c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 192); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8080c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 192); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to be your shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 255, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#99ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 255, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff8080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 128, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff8080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 128, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinks the world of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to protect you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would do anything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; 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color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to be near you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#8080c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 192); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8080c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 192); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misses your guidance and advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#004080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 64, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 64, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;values your guidance and advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(204, 255, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(204, 255, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has faith in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trusts you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff8080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 128, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff8080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 128, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs you to send them this letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs your support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#8080ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#8080ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs you to have faith in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs you to let them be your friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will cry when they read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5315866890046794687-5845210622620090382?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5845210622620090382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5845210622620090382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5845210622620090382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5845210622620090382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-is-very-proud-of-you-someone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1523986973027145812</id><published>2009-07-18T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:03:44.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at all the Ex-NorthViewan's note on Facebook about Primary school, it makes me feel extremely nostalgic to primary school once again. Perhaps people from IJ might not have this feeling because most of them still see one another, getting into IJ Secondary together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think North View is damn cool! Don't look down on Neighbourhood Schools okay! Damn cool the life I tell you! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool to think back about how much fun we had then. Sad at the same time though, because you know all these will never return. How friends drift apart as time goes by and you don't get to see them often. Now, we're all Sec 4s and this is going to happen once again. I don't know when I'll see all the IJ people again after we all graduate. I most probably won't get into any school with any of my classmates in them, almost definitely since our thinking are so distinctly different.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, let my psycho myself to love studying. I need to study! I've only done homework today and I haven't completed them!&lt;br /&gt;I HEART STUDYING!! x infinity.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm too lazy to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1523986973027145812?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1523986973027145812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1523986973027145812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1523986973027145812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1523986973027145812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-at-all-ex-northviewans-note-on.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-8714287764229031779</id><published>2009-07-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:33:06.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change is inevitable in life. We all have to accept change in some point of time in our lives. Sometimes, things change for the better, some becomes worse. Nonetheless, we must embrace change and move on. Do not dwell too much in the past, move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on. Stop thinking about it. You will only end up living a life of regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8714287764229031779?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8714287764229031779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8714287764229031779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8714287764229031779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8714287764229031779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-is-inevitable-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-246481415379749421</id><published>2009-07-09T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:35:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I last blogged. Okay, it wasn't tonsillitis, false alarm! Lucky me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are coming soon, about 2 months' time, or even sooner. I don't want to count it exactly. I DON'T WANT TO FACE REALITY. LOL. I know, I suck, whatever! Today is Shimin's birthday! Happy Birthday LAOPO. Stop being a 母老虎 okay! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned a million and one things to blog about but I always end up not blogging because I'm just too lazy. Oh yes, so many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, I cannot remember all the things I wanted to blog about. TSKK. ANOTHER TIME. Rawr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-246481415379749421?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/246481415379749421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=246481415379749421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/246481415379749421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/246481415379749421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-been-so-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7730365591571233265</id><published>2009-06-26T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:12:26.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My throat is hurting. I have a feeling my tonsilitis is back. What can I do now? I'm bloated from drinking flasks and flacks of water already. Arghhh! It's hurting again!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7730365591571233265?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7730365591571233265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7730365591571233265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7730365591571233265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7730365591571233265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-throat-is-hurting.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4983911116046819382</id><published>2009-06-25T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:59:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facebook says I'm this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;You're a real charmer but you don't get swept along by the first person who shows an interest in you. You need time to be sure of your feelings and you don't get involved lightly. But when you wake up one day telling yourself you want and love a certain person, your life takes on a whole different meaning. You cover them with kisses and can come across as a bit possessive. No-one touches the one you love! As for your loyalty, it's exemplary. Out of all the people you have encountered throughout your life, you will want to be loved-up in the arms of a one of these kinds of people...and stay there. You two form a wonderful alliance together. From the moment your two meet, a calm climate, full of love and serenity, will be born. You will feel good in their company, you have more things in common than differences. Like you, they love children and family. Alongside them, you will feel like you're in a cocoon, without ever becoming bored. And you have one thing on your mind: building a happy, comfortable and solid nest with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;OH REALLY? O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4983911116046819382?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4983911116046819382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4983911116046819382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4983911116046819382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4983911116046819382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook-says-im-this-youre-real.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5921154756188570581</id><published>2009-06-24T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:22:33.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pictures Of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the clock upon the wall&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of us all&lt;br /&gt;This is the first sound of a newborn child,&lt;br /&gt;Before he starts to crawl&lt;br /&gt;This is the war that's never won&lt;br /&gt;This is a soldier and his gun&lt;br /&gt;This is the mother waiting by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Praying for her son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you, pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Hung upon your wall for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you, pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Remind us all of what we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a drug that cures it all&lt;br /&gt;Blocked by the governmental wall&lt;br /&gt;We are the scientists inside the lab,&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the call&lt;br /&gt;This earthquake weather has got me shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm high up and dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confess to me, every secret moment&lt;br /&gt;Every stolen promise you believed&lt;br /&gt;Confess to me, all that lies between us&lt;br /&gt;All that lies between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the boxers in the ring&lt;br /&gt;We are the bells that never sing&lt;br /&gt;There is a title we can't win no matter&lt;br /&gt;How hard we might swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you, pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Hung upon your wall for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you, pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;Remind us all of what we could have been&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-5921154756188570581?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5921154756188570581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5921154756188570581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5921154756188570581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5921154756188570581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-of-you.html' title='Pictures of You'/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1520991422297272978</id><published>2009-06-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:31:35.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I do it on purpose? Did I have the slightest intention to make your things break or spoil? I didn't. I asked if I could borrow it. You keep insisting that I do it on your computer. I did. I pulled the damn thing out and I dropped it accidentally. Anyone could have seen that it was accidental alright. Now you say that I'm throwing my temper after I've dropped it? Did I even shout at you? Did I even accuse you of anything? I was quiet throughout alright. I didn't say a fucking thing. I even apologised. I throw my temper? Who's the one throwing the temper? If you had lent me from the start, you could have carried on with your damn game. You could have played for that 45 minutes. I waste your time? Forget it then. I would rather make do with a much lousier quality one than to ask you for a favour now. Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1520991422297272978?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1520991422297272978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1520991422297272978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1520991422297272978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1520991422297272978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-do-it-on-purpose-did-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6876487231448597813</id><published>2009-06-11T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:09:32.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo! I haven't been posting in a while. Anybody miss me? I'm going to be playing these few days. My plan to study 4 hours a day hasn't been carried out yet. LOL! It's pretty expected actually, since it's coming from me. HAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, and so I've changed the plan to do 1 paper a day starting from Tuesday. Today's Thursday, I'm supposed to start on my third paper but I'm lagging. I'm only on my second one. HAHAHA. Both ways.. FAIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going shopping tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going ECP the day after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. I HAVEN'T DONE MY TUITION HOMEWORK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a sad life I have, my life revolves around undone homework. )): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES! Did I mention that I'm getting a new phone? I WANT THE IPHONE. I WANT TO PLAY TAPTAP!! (((: But I'm paying for it myself.... -.- NONETHELESS, I'M GONNA HAVE MY TAPTAP SOON! WOOOHOOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEBYE. OMG. TAPTAP! *DROOLS...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6876487231448597813?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6876487231448597813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6876487231448597813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6876487231448597813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6876487231448597813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-i-havent-been-posting-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7786820949181205754</id><published>2009-06-05T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:59:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Intensive lessons this week is taking a toll on me. I know we're just having lessons as per normal but somehow I feel that this is far more taxing than normal school day lessons. Why? Someone answer me please. I have absolutely no idea. My eyes are in a way hurting me somehow, like being very dry and all. I feel perfectly alright putting my lenses in, but like towards the end of school or when I'm returning home, it feel out of place and super duper dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ranting like nobody's business. I don't care, because I am annoyed by you! Stop calling me incessantly. I am so annoyed that I literally throw my phone on my bed. The vibration is annoying. Perhaps you were just trying to be friendly or something, but the sudden over-friendliness is scaring me. I still have to work for you for one last event. Thank god it's the last. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I end. I completely forgot about the Statement of Experience that we were supposed to write. What is wrong with me?! I haven't done my tuition homework as well. Okay, sorry for the bad mood that I'm having now, I can't help it. Oh, don't bother asking me about my mood, I'm most probably alright when you ask me about it. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7786820949181205754?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7786820949181205754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7786820949181205754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7786820949181205754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7786820949181205754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/intensive-lessons-this-week-is-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4580761306609686439</id><published>2009-06-01T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:02:35.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! CHINESE O' LEVELS ARE FINALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! A HUGE sigh of relief! Haha, seriously I've never ever studied so hard for Chinese before, even though I didn't manage to read finish all the info that TPY gave us. I used to can't even be bothered to study Chinese okay! To think I tried memorising some 成语/俗语/谚语, but I only used like 1 or 2 in my essay and in my compre answer. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want A1! I am going to retake it again if I don't score an A1 this time because Chinese is like the only few subject where I can score well. But of course, I hope I won't need to retake. Who wants to? You have free periods leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I am too lazy to blog about Fiesta. I'll just summarize a few points.&lt;br /&gt;- I spent most of Fiesta doing shifts.&lt;br /&gt;- I got sunburn on that day itself, it faded off the next day.&lt;br /&gt;- I grew a bit tanner.&lt;br /&gt;- Food were freaking expensive.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate kids who ignore you when you tell them instructions right in their face. They cannot understand English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I need to catch my show on Channel 55 now! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4580761306609686439?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4580761306609686439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4580761306609686439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4580761306609686439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4580761306609686439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-chinese-o-levels-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2382972167866964574</id><published>2009-05-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:39:39.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wonder what people think in their minds. It's like we will never ever know if they are putting up a brave front, or perhaps a fake front in front of everybody. Truth is not written everywhere on their faces, not expressed through their facial features. I am not writing this because of any hypocrites or two-faced people that I come across recently or anything along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I just watched S Factor, the show that was on Channel 5 just last month. It has been over for quite some time, but I found it online and watched all the 8 episodes and it just made me wonder how people can say something in your face, all smiley and kind like some angel with a halo above, and the next moment, POOF! She's turned into a devil, defaming you and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had this urge to write something so there, here it is. Lol. I don't care if you enjoy it, I'm just going to leave this post here staring at your face. Haha, so happy staring back. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2382972167866964574?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2382972167866964574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2382972167866964574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2382972167866964574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2382972167866964574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-i-really-wonder-what-people.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-9213206773167494261</id><published>2009-05-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:48:56.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh! It's not that I don't want to blog, I did blog previously but stupid Lollifox (the name of my internet browser) died on me. It hung for a while, which I thought it will relent and come back alive (because it normally does), but it didn't! The error thing popped up and Tadah, my post about my birthday was GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to me, and whoever who wanted to know more about my birthday. I know everybody wants to know, I am so interesting, I know you want to find out more, don't deny it! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in short, I shall do a brief summary of what I did on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed off for External Games meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Got back results for some subjects, got a whopping shock for English.&lt;br /&gt;Had a surprise Birthday Cake during recess, thank you darlings. (:&lt;br /&gt;Got another surprise with the clique's present. :D THANK YOU AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home, showered and dressed, I went out again.&lt;br /&gt;Got another present. :D THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Out late, went home, and slept pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone who had wished me, gave me gifts and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL, YOU ARE ALL MY DARLINGS! (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL! (:&lt;br /&gt;WORLD PEACE YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'll do another post on Fiesta again. I am too lazy to do it now. HEH. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-9213206773167494261?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9213206773167494261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=9213206773167494261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/9213206773167494261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/9213206773167494261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/urgh-its-not-that-i-dont-want-to-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-8487251147101884145</id><published>2009-05-18T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:20:33.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum is not in the best of her moods. I told her "Hey, Mr Tang said that my blouse is too thin, can see through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: WHAT?! LEFT HALF A YEAR ALREADY, WHAT HE WANT? BUY NEW ONE? SIAO AR? #%!$%^@$&amp;amp;^@%#$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: He advise to buy new one la, not very nice to walk around with a translucent blouse what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: CRAZY! BUY BUY BUY, THINK VERY CHEAP AR? YOU WEAR PINAFORE ALSO COVER ALL, SEE WHAT? %!@$%@#^@#%#$$%!#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was trying to watch my TV when she make so much noise. TSSSSK, so I just ignored her and "YA YA YA YA YA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even said Mr Tang can call her and talk to her. o.O Strong reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her about my results. Okay, I fully understand why she would give that face. She didn't even want to listen to the class's average. She wanted to hear my own results first. And once I told her, her face turned black until it can't be anymore darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I told her my results, her face was already black.. So oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to receive anymore failing results on my birthday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8487251147101884145?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8487251147101884145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8487251147101884145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8487251147101884145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8487251147101884145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mum-is-not-in-best-of-her-moods.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2092331919221285873</id><published>2009-05-15T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:23:24.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sg5No0KutJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gHNxLB0IT5I/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sg5No0KutJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gHNxLB0IT5I/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336287972074370194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whale of a time yesterday. Hahahaha. We went off to ECP. Xinhui, Chuying, Shimin and me. I think I am seriously addicted to arcade playing. Especially Para-para and DDR. I will be crazy now and try to do Para-Para in front of the mirror. Oh my god. I want to dance properly. I am as stiff as a robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. AND, I TOOK A VIDEO OF XINHUI DANCING DDR. Hahahahaha. She step so hard!! SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW. KUUUCHI KUUUCHI XINHUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, yesterday was plain fun. LAUGHING OUR ASS OFF AT THE ULU ECP ARCADE. I WANNA GO THERE AGAIN! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY LIKE NO ONE'S BUSINESS. LAUGH LIKE NO ONE'S BUSINESS. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2092331919221285873?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2092331919221285873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2092331919221285873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2092331919221285873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2092331919221285873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-whale-of-time-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sg5No0KutJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gHNxLB0IT5I/s72-c/IMG_0579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-1574129308972696253</id><published>2009-05-14T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:35:06.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is finally over. My SPAs are finally over. My last few papers today, they're not counted as Mid Years but we still have to take them and worse, they're O LEVEL PAPERS. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GASP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its over now, I can't be bothered to even discuss about the question as much as compared to normal exam papers. I am truly sian-ed of all exams. This Mid-Years made me felt so dull throughout the span of 3 weeks. What more? There're Prelims and.... O LEVELS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so sad now. ): EXAMS.. I HATE YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, since the Mid Years are over, I DESERVE A BREAK! HAHA. Okay, I don't care if I deserve one or not, I'm gonna have a break. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! We're going ECP(I think!) tomorrow! Hope it doesn't rain yeah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ho ho ho! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my birthday's next week! HINTS! HINTS! HINTS! LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the number 19. It's just simply lovely. AWWWWW. DON'T YOU LOVE IT TOO? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1574129308972696253?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1574129308972696253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1574129308972696253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1574129308972696253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1574129308972696253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-8631977248679787667</id><published>2009-05-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:57:40.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOSH. MID YEARS ARE FINALLY OVER. SO ANNOYING. 3 WEEKS OF EXAMS. AND NOW WHAT? WE STILL HAVE SPA. Screw you SPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. SPA's a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WACK YOU. I am in such a holiday mood already. Exams until SIANNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO DRUMMING.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO AND SWIM.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO STARE AT BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS CHINESE ARE COMING. T-T&lt;br /&gt;1st JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall conquer you FAST.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8631977248679787667?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8631977248679787667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8631977248679787667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8631977248679787667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8631977248679787667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2193759348363319431</id><published>2009-05-08T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:22:37.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH! My head is hurting like no tomorrow since like about 1pm today. I was out shopping with my MUMMY after Bio paper. HAHAHA. 1h of shopping made me came back with a blouse and a dress. I'm so freaking shoppaholic. And our initial intention was to go and get something that my mum fancied. I ENDED UP BUYING STUFFS WHEN SHE GOT NONE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... My head has been  hurting since just now! We were shopping halfway when I got a migraine. URGH. I requested to go home, and it seems like my mum doesn't understand the meaning of migraine. I was lazy to explain, so she(we) left unwillingly, I think she wanted to DIE DIE get something. Hahaha, Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are seriously a chore. I didn't even switch on the laptop yesterday when I do so everyday. I was freaking determined to study and not switch on the laptop because I know I will definitely go on Facebook. SO I DIDN'T. And I have no idea why, everything that I was memorising, nothing went into my brain. I couldn't remember a single thing. I started panicking because I kept repeating the last 2 topics that I've touched to try and make myself remember. I didn't even touch the first 5 topics out of the 7 chapters tested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I managed to remember a bit during the exams. I really read through everything. Never before have I been so unprepared for an exam. Still, Pui Toot and my line still sticks on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MID YEARS ONLY LA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. We are super good and comforting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm crazy, but I hope I fail terribly this time round so that this will be a wake-up call for me to work hard and study much harder as compared to now. I am even slacker than when I am in Sec 1. I need some sense to be knocked into my head! Aye, make sure I do badly ar! HAHAHAHA. I'm mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2193759348363319431?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2193759348363319431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2193759348363319431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2193759348363319431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2193759348363319431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-my-head-is-hurting-like-no-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5656673904193892658</id><published>2009-05-06T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:16:18.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh. I am going to switch off my laptop right after this blog post. Initially, I was only listening to music and really doing my work. Okay, I was only packing my A Math stuff into my file. Looking through some formulas and all. Not a lot but still yeah.. Geog day, free day for me to study, but I am seriously not making good use of this day AT ALL. I went to the library with the intention of studying. I merely did 2 maths questions, flip through my Bio for a few pages and I started having aches. URGH. I had to head home after only 1h plus at the library. Waste my time. And I reach home, 1/2h later, there were no more aches. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just reprimanded me for using the laptop. I did my work still. BUT whenever she opens the door and look in, I AM LOOKING AT THE LAPTOP. TIMELY ARRIVAL. TELL ME ABOUT IT. URGH. So I'm going to switch you off now and focus on my work.&lt;br /&gt;STOP TEMPTING ME YOU CUCKOO. RAWR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-5656673904193892658?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5656673904193892658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5656673904193892658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5656673904193892658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5656673904193892658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3943133659819399094</id><published>2009-05-02T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:54:20.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if this is the right choice for me, this being my O level year. But nonetheless, I'll try to make it work out. I will. I hope I will. I wish I will. Yes, I will. (: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3943133659819399094?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3943133659819399094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3943133659819399094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3943133659819399094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3943133659819399094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-if-this-is-right-choice-for.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5227392795104315456</id><published>2009-04-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:30:22.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am seriously turning into a potential slacker. I have never felt this way for exams before. I used to panic and start studying, and really get into the "mugger" mood and really study. Now? Look at today for example, I have never felt so unprepared for a paper before, I don't include tests inside okay. I mean plainly EXAMINATIONS. I didn't even study finish 2 chapters when a total of 4 chapters was included in our studying range. I only finished studying 1 and 1/2 chapters and they weren't even in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper was relatively hard, for the comprehension. I am going to screw up my Q23 and Q24. I just know it. Both worth 3 marks. I have a feeling that my last minute swop of answers is a decision I should never have made. Oh wells, there's nothing I can do now I guess. Wait till the results come back and when the reality really crashes down hard upon me to motivate me enough to study. Up till now, I still feel really numb and sian when I just stare at the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that reminds me, I think that all of us look like we're in a Refugee Camp or something when we were all outside the Hall, cramming the textbook GLOBALIZATION into our minds. With all the textbooks, notes, files strewn everywhere on the floor and all of us typical IJ girls in all sorts of sitting postures, I think we really looked like one ALL FEMALES Refugee Camp. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want to go for the Audition by Mediacorp! But I guess I'll have to go alone. No one's able to make it with me. ): I'll most probably look like some loser turning up alone. Never mind. I'll see how it goes. Let things go with the flow~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-5227392795104315456?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5227392795104315456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5227392795104315456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5227392795104315456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5227392795104315456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-seriously-turning-into-potential.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3791273023683388333</id><published>2009-04-25T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:51:10.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a activity-packed day today. Social Studies remedial was today, which was supposed to be our SS test in the morning, early morning at 8am. A one and a half hour paper, SBQs and SEQ. The extremely slack me didn't study at all the night before and wanted to wake up at 3am to study. I did wake up, at 4.38am. I still remember the time when I stared at my phone's clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah freak you la, go sleep now. SO EARLY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Dah. I went back to bed only to wake up at around 6am to pack my bag, wash up, eat breakfast and go to school. Seriously, you get a lot of things done when it is REALLY LAST MINUTE. I actually remembered the causes of conflict for Northern Ireland just by reading the textbook on the way to school. Of course, when I say remember, I mean briefly. How much can you expect from last minute work? It was pretty helpful nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.50am. Only 4 people were in class, the 4 includes me.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there even remedial today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hoping no one would turn up by 8.30am and so all of us can leave. Then at 8am sharp, all the scholars came in. -.- Dashed my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedial ended at 9.30++am. I went off for breakfast with Francesca at Macs. It's been such a long time since I last ate HOTCAKES WITH SAUSAGE for breakfast. OMG. I know I sound like a complete toot here, but who cares. I LOVE HOTCAKES. And I LOVE THE WAY FRANCESCA EATS HER HOTCAKES. So I've also integrated her way of eating hotcakes into my life. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tuition, which I did only 2 MCQs for my homework. I am DAMN ZAI. I know, thank you. I told you I'm damn slack and I can't freaking help it. SOMEONE SLAP ME OUT OF THAT MOOD. Stupid Regine is so willing to do so, just because she WANTS TO SLAP ME. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuangCheng was today. I met up with Yx to get dinner first, before going down to Victoria Theatre. I guess my expectations of HuangCheng is too high or something. I was feeling rather disappointed about the performance, sorry if I offend anyone with this statement. But seriously, the backdrop and props were the only things that impressed me. HOW ON EARTH DID YOU PEOPLE MANAGED TO PUT THE HDB FLATS BEHIND SO NICELY? SO 3D AND EVERYTHING. The lightings and shadows effect was nice too, that's mostly for the Bang Bang show and the last show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah, I didn't manage to do any homework/work/revision/whatever you call it(it just means studying). (: :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3791273023683388333?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3791273023683388333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3791273023683388333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3791273023683388333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3791273023683388333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-activity-packed-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1896222922998752184</id><published>2009-04-21T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:28:18.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I just want to say thanks to some people. Sabrina, Claudia, Daryl, thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for whatever you have said/ comforted whatever to me. I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to keep harping on the matter anymore. You're not going to get my forgiveness so easily even if you apologise now, though I don't think you will. But anyway, I don't give a damn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just to let anyone out there worried about me know that, I've moved on. So don't worry, relax. And one last one, THANK YOU. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1896222922998752184?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1896222922998752184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1896222922998752184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1896222922998752184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1896222922998752184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4702535301653888925</id><published>2009-04-09T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:45:59.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pissed at the start. You don't even mean what you say, reprimand them when you're the in charge and you don't set a good example. Kept playing around and wasting time. Talk talk talk, is that all you can do? All talk no action? At first I really wasn't feeling very good about it. Then as really became serious and didn't smile as I did work, I guess you in a way found out, or perhaps you just realised it yourself that you're too playful or something. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started getting better as time passed. I was truly happy yesterday. Initially, what I thought was a lot of things to finish up, we completed them in that short period of time. I was really focused and everyone just chipped in and did their share of work(actually they were supposed to chip in since a long time ago, but I was really happy to see the first time, everyone worked together to get things done) instead of the usual devoted few doing it. (: I WAS REALLY DAMN TIRED YESTERDAY. LIKE DOG-TIRED, EXHAUSTED, LEGS GONNA COLLAPSE ANYTIME TYPE OF TIRED. But hell yeah, I think it's all worth it. I guess you just need to get them to understand. Then all things will go on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props, now I can really say they're 七七八八 done. I can't even say that in the past. I don't care even if we don't get a single piece of award now, as long as all of us maintain this unity. I'M HAPPY. (: I'll just find it a lil 可惜。 Yeapps. This long weekend, hope I can use my time wisely. Stop playing around already CHIA YUN ZHU! EXAMS ARE JUST AROUND THE CORNER. PRELIM ORALS ARE ON MONDAY OKAY! STOP SPEAKING SINGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, to anyone who've helped me through. Really appreciated it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4702535301653888925?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4702535301653888925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4702535301653888925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4702535301653888925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4702535301653888925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/pissed-at-start.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4906322793329387129</id><published>2009-04-07T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:30:57.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm having a second spurt of puberty or something. I'm always feeling hungry and can eat much more as compared to the past. It might be the average amount you people eat per day, but its really weird for me. My mum thinks I'm mad and keeps supplying me with food nowadays with the occasional "Mei, you hungry? Sure ar? Got bread/chips/rice/soup/etc leh." Haha, but I want to grow TALLER. Eating only makes me grow horizontally I guess. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently eating my dinner now at 8.25pm as I type this post. LOL. I'm EATING again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is a good or bad thing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moodswings, moodswings, stop playing a trick on me. Just make me happy most of the time will ya? Swing here, swing there, you think very fun is it? Swing and drop at the Happy end okay! I want to cheer up and be a happy person! Stop being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will strive for the best as long as my passion drives me on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4906322793329387129?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4906322793329387129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4906322793329387129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4906322793329387129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4906322793329387129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-having-second-spurt-of.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6705434934402794019</id><published>2009-04-06T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:50:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it. You ask me why I always study outside. Is it even productive? You really got do your work meh? Very dangerous leh, go outside alone. And you seem to have doubts if I am really in the library/at where ever I am alone or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. So let me tell you now why I "LOVE" to study outside. Because if I study at home and if the crazy man is at home, he'll come and disturb me once every 1h at least. I've told you about it. You were also the one who said he's like that, and a leopard can never change its spots. THEN YOU DISCOURAGE ME FROM STUDYING OUTSIDE. I STAY AT HOME I DON'T STUDY YOU ALSO COMPLAIN. WTH YOU WANT AR?! HOW I STUDY WITH THAT IRRITATING MAN LIKE THAT?! YOU TELL ME LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already told you the dumbass laptop I'm currently staring at now is a big distraction. So stop dissuading me la. IF I CAN GO STUDY OUTSIDE AT NIGHT, I WOULD OKAY! BECAUSE THE CRAZY MAN IS AT HOME MOST OF THE NIGHT. Because I respect you that's why I'm not doing so. So you push me any further, I'll just do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6705434934402794019?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6705434934402794019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6705434934402794019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6705434934402794019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6705434934402794019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7153465664185585967</id><published>2009-04-04T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:11:21.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey aye! I haven't been posting much these days. Anyone miss me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF's in 13 days' time. Oh gosh! Not much time left already, Props Props Props! Must faster finish them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍一时风平浪静，退一步海阔天空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good in a way sometimes, but it doesn't really help if things need to be done fast. I'll try my best to stop this mentality that I've been taking on since I joined Secondary School. No more tolerating nonsense already. Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop harping on SYF. I think even I myself feel bored talking about the same old thing. On a side note, I've watched THE BIMBO MOVIE ALREADY! YES! CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC! It's super comical okay! Though I find that the book is more detailed and stuffs, but of course, you can't expect every single detail found in the book to be reenacted out in the movie. It's impossible unless you're willing to catch a 5 hour film then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes it makes me wonder, is it just me? Or is it all of you? Am I really that transparent to all of you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7153465664185585967?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7153465664185585967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7153465664185585967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7153465664185585967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7153465664185585967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-aye-i-havent-been-posting-much.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4234191201961839776</id><published>2009-03-28T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:45:09.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh mannn! I want to watch this movie! CORALINE. It sounds damn exciting although it's like a cartooney type of movie by DISNEY. After reading the plot, I want to watch it! But the sad thing is that it will only be out in September. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm lucky. Because my brother said that he will bring the laptop to his friends and thon overnight. Thon meaning Marathon. But luckily he slept only at 7am and only just woke up now, which is 4.30pm. So yes I'm damn lucky okay GOR? He's popping by every 5 minutes to ask me if I think I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ass. Lol. Irritate me with that dumb question. SHIT. Look, he's asking me through Msn now when he's only about 7 steps, the most away, from me, in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHH. THAT COW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I read newspaper today. I'm a jiji, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just randomly blogging anything that comes to my mind. I don't write good blog entries but who cares? Haha, I don't. It's not as if I need to write expository essays on my blog. But of course, I need to improve on them, not here of course, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. I shall go do my 剪报 now after reading Chinese newspapers for about 1h plus. Rawr. I need to study, but I need a life as well. It's damn hard to find a balance. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4234191201961839776?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4234191201961839776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4234191201961839776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4234191201961839776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4234191201961839776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-mannn-i-want-to-watch-this-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1126720954034278945</id><published>2009-03-27T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:05:30.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man! Haha, guess what? I fell asleep at around 10pm last night. PIG. Yes, I know that. Lol, and like when I woke up I had 3 unread messages. Lol. Okay I guess all the late nights all along make people think I ALWAYS sleep damn late. Okay yes, Yeah, I do sleep late, but you know, once in a while, you must indulge yourself in sleep. Just that I indulge a bit too much these few days. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannn. Tuition's in close to an hour's time. I feel like complaining again. Okay, stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY. YUNZHU, STUDY! STOP SLACKING ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Haha, I know this ending is damn abrupt but who cares man. Lol, I simply just felt like typing something here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1126720954034278945?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1126720954034278945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1126720954034278945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1126720954034278945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1126720954034278945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-man-haha-guess-what-i-fell-asleep-at.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-367635718879320082</id><published>2009-03-26T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:32:57.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! I've been wanting to blog since yesterday, because of SOMETHING that Ji Yeon said in class. HAHAHA. But oh well... It's so...... that only Xinhui, me and Ji Yeon knows. :/ :D HAHAHAHA. Ji Yeon, heart-shape, pink pink okay? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I've realised that it's actually pretty tiring to keep trying to cry and shout at people. I feel so tired nowadays when I actually end rehearsals earlier as compared to rehearsals in the past when we used the previous script. T-T It's fun, it's a new experience, yes. But it's really tiring and like I sort of lose the feeling after a while. :( Nevertheless, I shall STRIVE FOR ACCURACY. Haha. This reminds me of Rui Ann's speech today. LOL. Just do my best and don't regret it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that reminds me that I have to edit the CL shirt design and pass it to Regine or Rachel ASAP. BIO SPA IS TOMORROW MAN. URGH. And I have to complete that Chem practical worksheet that we did today, when the results were so OFF. Oh man. :( Pretty much of work but I just feel like typing away here. D: Here's your D-shaped mouth, Xin Hui, this is for your favourite teacher in class. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like ranting away. BAHHHH. But obviously I can't continue doing that. First, it'll bore you, whoever's reading this, to death. Second, I need to start on my work. URGH. Okay, so BYE for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-367635718879320082?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/367635718879320082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=367635718879320082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/367635718879320082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/367635718879320082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-ive-been-wanting-to-blog-since.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6710564587922670832</id><published>2009-03-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:46:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MAN. Today, Sunday, 22 March, is the last day of the March Holidays.. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's 26 days left to SYF! OH MY GOD. WE CAN DO IT! RIGHT? RIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's gonna be a very difficult process to struggle through rehearsals in these remaining 25 days because all of us are not working towards a common goal. Only a few of us are. Only the ones who wants the title badly are working towards in and are putting in the effort. The rest are simply just playing along because this is their CCA and they had better turn up for the sake of their 70% attendance. COME ON! Don't tell me you don't want to come for rehearsals or practices unless you can also say NO to your SYF points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just hoping any CL member reading this understands what I'm trying to say. In order to achieve the title that we hope for, we need to have a common goal and STRIVE TOWARDS IT. No point having a common goal and not working hard okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already memorised my lines last night already. I even practiced for about an hour in front of the mirror okay. I am really that desperate for the title. Whatever you wanna say, I don't give a damn. It's my passion and I like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all just work hard for the remaining 3 weeks and 5 days before we can put this thing to a closure and enjoy the fruit of our labour. If EVERYONE really works hard during the process, I will not regret even if we get the lousiest thing there is, COP. I'll still feel happy, because we have all grown and matured in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LET'S JIAYOU JIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I shall not blog so frequently in the time being so that I can keep this post up and constantly remind myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU 华剧社! WE CAN DO IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6710564587922670832?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6710564587922670832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6710564587922670832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6710564587922670832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6710564587922670832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4369585255226073688</id><published>2009-03-20T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:37:16.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Say YAY! I went kbox today. Haha. :D SANG AND SANG, SING YOUR SORROWS AWAY AND LAUGH WHEN WE GO OFF-KEY AND OUT OF TUNE. COOLNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think a day of singing really makes one tired, because I couldn't help but fall asleep on the way back home on the train. *Phone vibrates* Looks, replies, sleep. *Phone vibrates* Looks, replies and sleep again. My eye bags are damn big now some more, I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP. Haha. I'm contemplating if I should sleep now and wake up early to finish up work. Because it's only a whooping 8.30pm when my usual sleeping time is 1am-3am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are closing already, but I'm still wearing my lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to finish what I want to do(play) this holiday and I'm already so tired, plus my homework's really dead. Gosh. I think I should go sleep now. I'm talking gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM STILL SINGING AFTER A DAY OF KBOX. HAHA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4369585255226073688?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4369585255226073688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4369585255226073688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4369585255226073688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4369585255226073688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/say-yay-i-went-kbox-today.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4735387350981575564</id><published>2009-03-19T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:54:27.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's not talk about unhappy things today, though it was a slight disappointment but luckily we're productive today so shall skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had CCA in the morning. TODAY WAS REALLY PRODUCTIVE. SOMEHOW, I felt this sense of (insert word here), it's a good feeling. I just don't know how to describe it, the feeling cannot merely be described in words. Okay, nonsense, my English's just lousy but yeah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I felt so tired from CL. WHY? Good question ar, why ar? Because somehow someone will forget to take something from the room, and I had to rush down to get it. Or like they want to call someone up to move the props. I run. Costume cannot find. I run. I call the people downstairs, they never pick up. I run again. So see? Haha. Good workout though. Lol. Running up and down the stairs can train your whatever muscles right? Haha. But one ass thing is that I was wearing that retarded shirt we made as our costume, sticking the stick or spade or massager everywhere in my shirt. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks dumb, but who cares? As long as I enjoy the process, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and plus we were even more productive. I didn't think that we could think of THAT MANY ideas just for one 15 minutes play. I THINK WE SHOULD JUST STAGE A MUSICAL AND BRING THOSE WONDERFUL IDEAS UP ON STAGE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's a brilliant idea? WE SHOULD AND NOT LET COMPETITIONS ALONE RESTRICT US. LET US FREE AND WE WILL SHOW YOU WE'VE GOT THE STUFFS. WE'VE GOT THE POTENTIAL, SO GIVE US A CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, I just realised that it rhymes! I'm a genius. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess that's all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to take part in a musical if the opportunity arise. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4735387350981575564?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4735387350981575564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4735387350981575564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4735387350981575564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4735387350981575564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-not-talk-about-unhappy-things.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3131220891610427298</id><published>2009-03-18T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:30:01.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO! MY NAME IS YUNZHU. WHAT'S YOURS? HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's my Msn name. Lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only slept 3 hours within the last 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Marley And Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing KBOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully I can fulfill these wishes by this week, or at least most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa tomorrow with TAOYAO peeps. :D WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBOX on Friday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh crap, my homework. ): SUCKS. I'm trying to do as much as possible. But it's damn hard to finish, even harder to understand the sick topic for BIO. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHH. I feel like just repeating what Taizi preach to me practically everyday now. Lord will help me because the Lord is gracious and is worthy of his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE YOUR OWN PATH, DON'T LET PEOPLE MANIPULATE YOUR LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3131220891610427298?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3131220891610427298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3131220891610427298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3131220891610427298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3131220891610427298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/boo-my-name-is-yunzhu.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-887570302502642093</id><published>2009-03-17T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:24:17.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>忍一时风平浪静，退一步海阔天空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the principle that I live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to do so, till the day there's too much build-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-887570302502642093?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/887570302502642093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=887570302502642093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/887570302502642093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/887570302502642093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-its-true-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5400116515406676919</id><published>2009-03-17T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:16:12.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Self Diagnosis for pressure test.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Attached are non-animated pictures. They are use to relate to your&lt;br /&gt; pressure level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; If you see them moving, then that  means you have pressure. &lt;br /&gt; The speed of the moving is the level of your pressure. The higher that&lt;br /&gt; moving speed, the higher pressure you have. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Most children and old men only see static pictures and not moving. &lt;br /&gt; If you see the pattern moving in a slow motion, that means you have&lt;br /&gt; a bit pressure at this moment. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Test yourself regularly with these pictures to know yourself better. &lt;br /&gt; Sometimes, it is good to have a appropriate pressure to push us to  do&lt;br /&gt; better, &lt;br /&gt; but too much pressure can cause us to the end of the edge and resulting&lt;br /&gt; sickness. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please calm yourself if you see those patterns are moving in fast pace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic04"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?name=fcc320a4c809e423.jpg&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=vahi&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1201352472e6cab2" alt="Your browser may not support display of this image." height="302" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;Stress Pix 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic05"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?name=d90557d61a1e19aa.jpg&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=vahi&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1201352472e6cab2" alt="Your browser may not support display of this image." height="409" width="575" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;Stress Pix 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic06"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?name=5a956c4a36ca1c8d.jpg&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=vahi&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1201352472e6cab2" alt="Your browser may not support display of this image." height="424" width="575" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;Stress Pix 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5315866890046794687-5400116515406676919?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5400116515406676919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5400116515406676919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5400116515406676919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5400116515406676919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-diagnosis-for-pressure-test.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-8855921513870062401</id><published>2009-03-17T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:13:40.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The three Dolls in a man's life are:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1........His Daughter,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 'Baby doll'&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.........His Girlfriend,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 'Barbie doll'&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wait for it&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3.....His Wife, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 'Panadol'&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go on girls; admit it, even you laughed!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I LAUGH LIKE SIAO OKAY. YOU BETTER LAUGH! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8855921513870062401?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8855921513870062401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8855921513870062401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8855921513870062401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8855921513870062401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-dolls-in-mans-life-are-1.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1872920281158511477</id><published>2009-03-17T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:52:35.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY. Shopping! I went shopping with my darling MUMMY just now, and I bought something! Yay! LOL. I am in need of retail therapy, that explains my excitement and joy. Haha, no photos today. My mum hates to take pictures with me, because I will bug her with"My hair okay?" "Eh, which angle nicer? Left? Right?" "Aye! Why here got pimple?!" "Eh, nice or not huh?" these type of questions and she'll get so fed up with me she just stares at me with the -.- face. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is just a short update because I don't want my blog to rot. (: I'm such a good owner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super smiley today, I have no idea why. My pimples are slowly diminishing. :D DOUBLE YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall go and find images of stage and mics to design the CL shirt. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1872920281158511477?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1872920281158511477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1872920281158511477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1872920281158511477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1872920281158511477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-913171697675131992</id><published>2009-03-16T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:15:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cooping myself at home is not exactly my idea of a holiday. I would rather rot in the library by myself. One day of this life is enough, I cannot stand it any longer, now I'm wondering how I would die after Os, having that 2 months(around there) holiday.  POOF. I must find a job for that period of time, if not I'll just rot to death at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. I am desperately in need of a study partner, like ASAP, like NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for the Canopy Walk event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get my fat ass off this chair that I'm sitting on and finish up packing my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, STOP BEING SO _____________/_____!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-913171697675131992?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/913171697675131992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=913171697675131992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/913171697675131992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/913171697675131992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/cooping-myself-at-home-is-not-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3728441766293985274</id><published>2009-03-15T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:36:51.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, I just finished my supper and I haven't even showered and look at the time! It's 1.25am now as I type this post. I'm still going to update cause I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the AHS production, Xiang Ying. It was cool! I love their last show(though it was a bit draggy) because I felt exactly like how the main character felt. That was the reason why I'm being pretty emotional these days if you do read my blog. Oh wells. Let's not talk about unhappy stuffs, shall we? Anyway, I love their 默剧 too! It was the most humourous one out of all 4 shows, even though there was no speech. I love their animated gestures and gesticulations! SO CUTE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we(Me, Sabrina, Lihui)  camwhored in the toilet while waiting for Aaron and Jinglei to come out and take photos with us. Haha. I'll let the photos do the talking yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First group photo. Then another one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05uMzk-OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l8SYc9FBSF8/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05uMzk-OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l8SYc9FBSF8/s320/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313466601241376994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05u1AxXzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9Bsvd9M5ATE/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05u1AxXzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9Bsvd9M5ATE/s320/DSC01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313466612034133810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were posing as models. Haha, with the professional model-like poses. LOL. How's that? Sexy? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05vRnCEBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xl2O_diZawE/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05vRnCEBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xl2O_diZawE/s320/DSC01258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313466619710803986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05u7V42mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yyNtejaTBpM/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05u7V42mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yyNtejaTBpM/s320/DSC01256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313466613733317218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a group photo with Aaron and Jinglei before they ran off again to clear the stage. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05vnKYpCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0bQZXHxjQpM/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05vnKYpCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0bQZXHxjQpM/s320/DSC01269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313466625496228898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on the whole, I think the twelve bucks that I paid for the show was worth it. (: Not bad for a Secondary School's CLDDS, look at the CLDDS from other schools. I think it's real cool to participate and act in productions. XD Though the make-up can kill me, YIKES! (Dumb foundation and blusher) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I shall go shower now. Damn gross. LOL. Good night! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3728441766293985274?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3728441766293985274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3728441766293985274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3728441766293985274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3728441766293985274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-man-i-just-finished-my-supper-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sb05uMzk-OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l8SYc9FBSF8/s72-c/DSC01247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-8830742434843759833</id><published>2009-03-14T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:52:51.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some quiz I found on facebook and these are the reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8830742434843759833?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8830742434843759833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8830742434843759833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8830742434843759833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8830742434843759833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-quiz-i-found-on-facebook-and-these.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7234448083061212209</id><published>2009-03-14T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:03:48.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Today's Saturday, the first day of the holiday. So how's everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an extremely boring day of doing homework for me at the library. I reached the library at 10.38am and the library wasn't even open. It opens at 11am, -.- so I waited outside and got annoyed with the little kids who kept fidgeting and moving around. This (fat) boy kept walking and pacing around while reading his book. He kept looking up and then down at his book, so it sort of seems as though he's just pretending to read and also because of his constant pacing around, he kept kicking into my heavy bag that I placed on the floor, making me very irritated. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally opened, after an irritated wait outside, so I rushed in there and did work till 4.50pm. I was feeling damn restless towards 3. And couldn't wait to get out at 4. I think long hours of studying/doing homework alone in a public area can cause craziness. Okay, or perhaps in only applies to me. I don't know. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just couldn't stand it anymore and had to leave that damn place and guess what? I bumped into my neighbour just when I was leaving, he was going in. Haha. Okay, that's pure random. I don't even talk to this neighbour anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept on the bus and went back home. It was raining pretty heavily though. Thank god for the sheltered pathway linked from the bus stop at the back. I have my umbrella with me, it's just pure laziness. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I went to Ghim Moh Road after that to eat crabs because it's my dad's birthday today and he just kept raving about the crabs there. He practically talks about it everyday for goodness sake. Got there, and it certainly brings back memories.I wanted to go up to the theatrette and just get back the whole feel I had when we went there for tech-runs and rehearsals, as well as the anxiety I would get just before the show started. Who knows? It was locked up. I should have known in the first place. Oh wells. I took pictures of the empty place anyway, brings back memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu27xT0T6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/q8u-C45kQLQ/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu27xT0T6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/q8u-C45kQLQ/s320/DSC01233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313041323378626466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way where we walk back to the MRT. The place where we make so much noise, shouting and always saying that we are a gang, because we consist of more than 5 people, and it's already night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu27Xz2dHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cj8lvV7HX3w/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu27Xz2dHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cj8lvV7HX3w/s320/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313041316533662834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female toilet. The toilet where Marcus and Aaron entered with all the girls to put makeup. Hahaha, and we kept on snatching the eyeliner to put. Super comical as I recall how Aaron would act sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu26AFqzLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lacsXMbPPZU/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu26AFqzLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lacsXMbPPZU/s320/DSC01223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313041292986076338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu26XhYn4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e_5BVAUpej8/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu26XhYn4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e_5BVAUpej8/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313041299276341122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 pictures are the way out of the theatrette. First picture, the area where we take out lunch. The place where we wait for the door to open so that we can go in and put our stuffs in. (: Second picture, the lift. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu25eOcVeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/q4ryIukb10w/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu25eOcVeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/q4ryIukb10w/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313041283896071650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture, the door to the Theatrette itself, was locked. Couldn't get in at all. Oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a super long post as compared to the previous few. But somehow I feel that this is the most boring post out of my past posts. Nevermind, as long as I feel happy. Haha. I don't care if you like it or not. I don't care about what comments you're going to have about the way I blog. I like it and that's all that matters. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu55q0iDKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r09t0vXprao/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu55q0iDKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r09t0vXprao/s320/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313044585811938466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start having a life and stop caring about how people view me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7234448083061212209?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7234448083061212209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7234448083061212209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7234448083061212209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7234448083061212209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/Sbu27xT0T6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/q8u-C45kQLQ/s72-c/DSC01233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-7238789479622966616</id><published>2009-03-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:41:19.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为什么？为什么每次都是我自己一个人忍受， 根本没人知道我在生气， 没人知道我在忍。 为什么我总是能忍得那么厉害， 难道真的是一点线索都找不到吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的累了，如果我没有来找你，你真的就不会跟我说话了吗？为什么每次都是我在主动？看起来，就像是只有我一个很想挽留这段友情。要我把这几句话打在这里，对你来说可能就好像我只是在发牢骚， 但我心中的挣扎你是无法理解的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这假期，我看也是我们的冷静时期。希望过了这一个假期，我们可以过回以前的日子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是。。。所有的一切是因为我很烦，所以才会这样？你已经忍无可忍了，所以就算是跟我聊天，说话的语气与态度也就那么差？是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不知道啦！宗旨就是因此事很烦就是了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安静已经成为了我的面具，一个能掩饰我心中的怒的面具。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7238789479622966616?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7238789479622966616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7238789479622966616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7238789479622966616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7238789479622966616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6162340343187684286</id><published>2009-03-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:38:13.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss Moon, you're so pretty today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚才在回家的途中， 坐在爸爸的车里， 望窗外的东西看了看，无意中发现了今天特别亮，特别圆，特别漂亮的月亮。 (: 我看可能是因为今天的心情不是很好， 发现了月亮之后，不知不觉感到有那么一点的高兴，心情也好了一些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚才的却是心情不在最佳状态， 可是我看应该没有人看得出来吧， 就算有，也应该只是一两个罢了。算了，我学到一个道理，就是如果从一开始就没有期望，没有设定一个标准，那么做起事来，自己也会开心，快乐很多。没有期望，成绩来了就也没有失望啦。 我就是因为舍得期望太高，所以才会觉得那么的失望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别说了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把心情搞得那么糟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说起快乐的事吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taizi was trying to imitate Mr Teh, conducting the A Math lesson for the class. We were all laughing away and telling her how to improve on her imitating skills. And just when she was saying "Okay girls, the dy/dx of...", Mr Teh came in. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE CLASS BURST INTO LAUGHTER AND TAIZI WENT BACK TO HER SEAT, EMBARRASSED. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was very entertaining. Haha. Maybe reading it here isn't very funny, but it was to us, viewing and giving comments at that point of time. We were still saying things like "No, Taizi, you never sway your hands enough, legs open bigger when you walk. Hold this! Hold this textbook. And sway your water bottle." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. Enough of that comical scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March holidays are coming up soon, 1 more day to holiday. And that also means 1 more day to the start of the 0.5cm thick papers we have to start doing. Holidays are SUPPOSED to be a break for students, but it doesn't seem so for Sec 4 students and other students taking major examinations I guess. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo. I have yet to start on Johnson's homework. YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6162340343187684286?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6162340343187684286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6162340343187684286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6162340343187684286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6162340343187684286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-moon-youre-so-pretty-today-taizi.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1779094749501718694</id><published>2009-03-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:50:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing!</title><content type='html'>I have no mood to do anything now but SING.&lt;br /&gt;I just keep singing, staring at the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I'm weird. As usual. I have sudden craves to do something. Does the thing for quite a long period of time. Then suddenly don't do it for a very long time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used always feel like singing and can sing from 11pm to 12plus am. I've stopped doing that for about 4 to 5 months. And I just have the craze to do that again. Good or bad thing? Haha, both la. Can de-stress but super time-consuming at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to KBOX. (: *HINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a purely random update. BTW, I'm currently singing as I type this blog post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1779094749501718694?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1779094749501718694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1779094749501718694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1779094749501718694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1779094749501718694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/singing.html' title='Singing!'/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5826088991712301088</id><published>2009-03-09T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:22:20.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bahhh. I don't know why. The moment I think about CCA. My whole mind just goes sian. WHY AR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, to think I used to be very enthu and happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it. It's really not worth it to put in so much effort when not everyone is doing the work but everyone's gonna get the credit. I know a lot of things are over for me now, so I have more time to spend on certain more urgent issues like this. But just because I'm free does not mean that I commit ALL my time on this. This is nonsense. I know all these have stopped. I just feel like complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note,&lt;br /&gt;I need to study more.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;I need to have a life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm just ranting whatever comes out of my mind. If I offend anyone with this, I sincerely apologise. Though I don't think I will, people seldom read my blog anyway. Just in case anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-5826088991712301088?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5826088991712301088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5826088991712301088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5826088991712301088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5826088991712301088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/bahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2994474301976417095</id><published>2009-03-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:14:28.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't know why. I used to be used to this type of life, busy everyday, staying back practically everyday. But I feel really tired now. I just feel like sleeping once I'm alone, on the train, on the bus. When I'm around with friends. I still feel tired, not that much and I don't feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me? OMG, I think it's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag day today at Orchard for 3 hours. HOHO. I only have 44.5h now. Oh My God. I must go and ask Ming Li if I can get any CIP hours from acting for Cheng Zhang 2. Haha. I'm pretty desperate for CIP hours now. I need A1 for CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to flag day, I think this is one of the few flag days that I've done the most collection of donation. In the past, I used to just slack more than 1/2 the time. This time I really collected quite a lot. Woo. Meaningful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I didn't really cared about the people's reaction(for those who didn't donate). I still smiled and say nothing nonetheless. I think this lady was observing me. She refused to donate at first when I asked her, she just stood there at a corner, I don't know for what reason. Then suddenly she came up to me "What school are you from?" "Oh, CHIJ Secondary TP" "Oh, I'm from St Theresa's Convent." She smiled at me and went off. Hahaha, must be my attitude la. She likes me. (: Hahaha, I'm ego again, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I haven't showered. I'm having something yucky currently. YUCK. Okay, I shall go shower now. BYE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2994474301976417095?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2994474301976417095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2994474301976417095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2994474301976417095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2994474301976417095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6717518739136150142</id><published>2009-03-04T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:03:27.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make up kills my complexion. The make up from Friday and Saturday is making my face POP up with pimples like crazy. Small ones, but super irritating and ugly. Oh man. I'm gonna see the doctor tomorrow. Hope he gives me something to prevent these effects. If not I'm gonna suffer again when I put super thick makeup for SYF in April. Gosh. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is purely a rant because I'm bored from doing homework and doing EMath stuffs for tomorrow's test. Haha. Okay, shall go continue doing my stuffs now. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6717518739136150142?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6717518739136150142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6717518739136150142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6717518739136150142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6717518739136150142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-up-kills-my-complexion.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-8203633323607307386</id><published>2009-03-02T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:23:25.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, so many things have happened over this short span of just a few days. I have good news and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news first.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE SUCCESSFULLY DROPPED AEP! Yay!!!!! I don't care how you feel deep in your heart, but you must appear to be happy for me. Lol. After tolerating staying back on every single Mondays for 3 whole years, I have finally managed to come back home early one Monday after so long. (: But somehow, I felt a lil weird on the ride back home. I guess I'm just not used to it? Nevermind, I have plenty of time to get used to this change from now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news now.&lt;br /&gt;CHENG ZHANG 2 has ended. No more rehearsals at Tanjong Pagar. No more eating chips or any junk food outside Cheers at Tanjong Pagar MRT Station. No more crapping with all the drama people. No more rushing after tuition for rehearsals. No more walking along that long tunnel to get to the Arts Theatre. I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do. Yesterday, Sunday, I slept for practically the whole day. Perhaps you can say that I'm too tired from the productions and the celebrations, but I just felt really weird when I was awake doing my homework. Scenes of us singing the TAOYAO song off-key and rehearsing appeared in my mind. I just couldn't help but keep thinking about it. I stoned and thought about it for goodness-knows-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rehearsals have ended, Cheng Zhang 2 has ended. Tao Yao has ended. We'll not be meeting till the next gathering. I think I'll really miss the fun and laughter that we shared, though we made lao shi angry because of that. I'll miss everybody. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping that lao shi will call us back to act for another Cheng Zhang 3. But I guess that's highly unlikely that he will call me back though, since we can make him so angry in the first place. Nevermind, that's a bit too far-fetch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jumping to a completely different thing now. Haha, sorry, I can't stay focused sometimes. Oh, Physics Test's on Wednesday, and Amath and Emath Tests are both on Thursday. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of stuffs to do. So I shall sign out now and leave you boring peeps out there to read whatever I've written above. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;your-oh-so-lovely&lt;br /&gt;YUNZHU xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8203633323607307386?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8203633323607307386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8203633323607307386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8203633323607307386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8203633323607307386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-so-many-things-have-happened-over.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7099948312509735231</id><published>2009-02-23T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:21:03.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY. This update is meant plainly for advertisement. Haha, I mean &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;《成长 II》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;校园戏剧小品系列 《成长 II》&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;$15, Ulu Pandan CC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;27 &amp;amp; 28/2/2009, 11am and 3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Please call 91445054 (Mr Tan) for details&lt;br /&gt;请电91445054找邓明利询问详情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剧目 1：《十月》&lt;br /&gt;简介：&lt;br /&gt;十月怀胎，说不尽的母爱，紧系于一条脐带，一如光和影的无法分开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剧目 2：《Kopi-o Gao Gao》&lt;br /&gt;简介：&lt;br /&gt;春天爸爸，温柔和气，包容孩子；&lt;br /&gt;夏天爸爸，狂野豪迈，保护孩子；&lt;br /&gt;秋天爸爸，杞人忧天，宠爱孩子；&lt;br /&gt;冬天爸爸，冷峻严厉，教育孩子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四种性格的爸爸犹如四季，大有不同。然而，无法不去相同的，自是满溢倾盆的爱，来自父亲的爱！吆喝一声 “kopi-o gao gao”，仿佛回到某个年代…… 父亲遗留在茶室的影象，渐渐堆砌成了集体的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剧目 3：《桃夭》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简介：&lt;br /&gt;“桃之夭夭，灼灼其华。之子于归，宜其室家。&lt;br /&gt;桃之夭夭，有蕡其实。之子于归，宜其家室。&lt;br /&gt;桃之夭夭，其叶蓁蓁。之子于归，宜其家人。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;诗三百有桃夭一章，形容于归女子如桃花明媚妍丽，并寄予众人无限的祝福与关爱。 谁知道，这样的歌谣，竟将成绝唱了！民初时代的中国大陆，实行一个家庭只能有一 个孩子的制度，人人为了有子继承香火，不惜杀死自己的女儿……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRjsbjNypQA/SY_vIPmPaaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MnaL2bvxo7o/s1600-h/growing%2520up%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300718211343280546" style="width: 400px; height: 283px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRjsbjNypQA/SY_vIPmPaaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MnaL2bvxo7o/s400/growing%2520up%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just copied the whole thing from Siewli's blog. HAHAHA. Lazy la. (: I'M A LAZY PIG. GO watch! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7099948312509735231?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7099948312509735231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7099948312509735231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7099948312509735231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7099948312509735231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oRjsbjNypQA/SY_vIPmPaaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MnaL2bvxo7o/s72-c/growing%2520up%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-4873475306269560734</id><published>2009-02-17T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:54:49.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to do a proper update, till I realised that it's already 12.53am. How nice. So this shall be my update to you. Haha. Super rubbishy la. Oh wells. Who cares, shall pack my heavy bag and sleep soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4873475306269560734?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4873475306269560734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4873475306269560734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4873475306269560734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4873475306269560734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanted-to-do-proper-update-till-i.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3526827871068256393</id><published>2009-02-13T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:36:51.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED TIME.</title><content type='html'>HEY! I shall update. (: I bet you're glad right, whoever you are. Haha, this few paragraphs will be able to entertain you and kill your boredom for that few minutes of your life when either you have nothing better to do or you just feel like doing nothing but going online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop being ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are all bombarding us with tests next week. I think in my whole Sec 4 life so far, next week will be my busiest week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Physics Test on Static Electricity, Current Electricity and a little bit on D.C Circuits&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Social Studies Test after Mr Tan has postponed it 3 times(If I didn't count wrongly)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Biology Test on Homeostasis, Co-ordination and Response that consists of 3 chapters that I'm lazy to type out.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Amath Test on Differentiation of something(I can't be bothered to move my ass away from my comfy bed with the lappy on my lap to check the topic)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Self-Awareness Camp&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Self-Awareness Camp + Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Tuition + Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Packed right? I'll smack you if you say it's not. But it's just short-term. I mean some events will be over soon and I'll have more time, I hope. But it'll be really sad that rehearsals are going to end soon. No more playing and fooling around with the people there during rehearsal on weekends. Though I think I'll be glad that I have more time, but I think I'll still be missing the times when I walk over to Arts Theatre through that long tunnel and reaching there so early to do homework or sketch my AEP sketches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said about that. Oh shucks. There's still SYF after Production. Tsk. Okay, nevermind. Yun Zhu can do it! Yun Zhu is superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a self-proclaimed one. I don't care if you agree or not. I say I am one means I AM ONE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINHUI, I'm putting up the D-shaped mouth for you. HAHA. :D I don't know how to do the inverted D though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall end here now. I realised that I like to start off my sentences with "Okay,..." HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye! (SEE! ANOTHER "Okay")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3526827871068256393?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3526827871068256393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3526827871068256393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3526827871068256393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3526827871068256393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-time.html' title='I NEED TIME.'/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-696325615430847921</id><published>2009-02-09T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:38:56.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh. I hate the stupid throat pains.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just felt like typing something here. I prefer typing on this laptop as compared to my lanpok computer. Hahaha. I just love the keys on the laptop. (: *Hints* My birthday in May ar! HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-696325615430847921?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/696325615430847921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=696325615430847921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/696325615430847921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/696325615430847921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7761987578398565391</id><published>2009-02-08T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:27:41.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD! I have tonsillitis! When production is only 3 weeks away. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a freaking painful experience. Okay, I think all of you can sort of tell. I keep complaining about my throat pains. I didn't even think it was going to be this serious. OH my tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss another day of school tomorrow. Missed my Emath test on Friday. Now, I'm going to miss another Social Studies test. OH great. HOW GREAT. EFFFFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'm going to take my retest. I don't even know if the teachers have time to arrange another retest for me. Everyone seems super busy nowadays. Okay, wait, maybe it's only me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for rehearsal today, and I returned home speechless. I think you get what I'm saying right? I'm sure you're not that dumb.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Heal! Faster heal under medication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonsillectomy sounds super scary on wikipedia. The bleeding and all... So heal now! I don't want to resort to operating on my tonsils. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7761987578398565391?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7761987578398565391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7761987578398565391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7761987578398565391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7761987578398565391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god-i-have-tonsillitis-when.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2571780223627054042</id><published>2009-02-06T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:51:55.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the HORRIBLEST day in my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;It is the most uncomforable day so far, okay, maybe if you exclude the few days of hospitalisation a few years ago. But yeah, I think you get my point. I feel horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of vocab. My english isn't exactly fantastic to start with. Okay, tsk. Fine, it's lousy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12noon. Omg. Ate, watched TV, did a bit of maths, lie on the bed to watch TV, had tuition and scared my tutor with the amount of water that I drank, ate while watching TV. And I freaking choked which now makes my throat even more painful than before. I choked, coughed, it hurt, but I still had to cough it out. And now... I feel as though my throat is bleeding. I can like sense it going down, and I can sort of taste a little of the blood in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT la. I guess I can't talk much tomorrow, but I'll still go for rehearsals to learn the steps and movement. ): TODAY IS A HORRIBLE DAY, MAY TOMORROW BE A BETTER ONE, I really mean a MUCH BETTER one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2571780223627054042?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2571780223627054042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2571780223627054042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2571780223627054042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2571780223627054042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-horriblest-day-in-my-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-992783014120207365</id><published>2009-02-04T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:56:17.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY YO! I feel like posting today(: WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm sick. I'm not sure. My throat was painful today! I think I have sore throat or something, but the stupid me still did 开声 with the newly-joined members today and ta-dah! My throat hurt like mad when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Do not be a geikiang and 开声 with a painful throat. I suffer in the end. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that CCA stuffs are getting better now. But the forgetful me has yet to collect my money and act as a 大耳龙to讨债. dumbdumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I have a fever or something, felt very uncomfortable in class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just randoming around now though I actually planned my blog post just now. Guess I really can't write well. ): sigh. No wonder my english is so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I'm glad 华剧社 is improving now. We have more members now, some are active in participation, some are not. 可是这种东西是急不来的。　我是过来人，　知道一开始要破的冰是很难把它打碎的。我明白，我了解。慢慢来吧！　我们不会放弃你们的！(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here now. I have yet to bathe! BYE!&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/5315866890046794687-992783014120207365?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/992783014120207365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=992783014120207365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/992783014120207365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/992783014120207365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-yo-i-feel-like-posting-today-wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-788691511597670726</id><published>2009-02-03T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:01:45.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, since everyone around me updates their blog rather frequently, I've decided to do the same as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like blogging everyday like I used to, but it's pretty hard now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everyone has started on their AEP. They're at least halfway through and I'm struggling just at the starting. Omg. I'm pretty dead. SO FRET NOT. I will try to draw as much as I can this week. I have to anyway. SO, I need to contact the travel agencies to do my VAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVEL AGENCIES, I shall start emailing you people now and please reply to this pathetic student struggling with her project okay? It'll be much appreciated! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, short post. Shall start doing work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-788691511597670726?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/788691511597670726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=788691511597670726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/788691511597670726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/788691511597670726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-since-everyone-around-me-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4337919558989851854</id><published>2009-01-31T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T06:42:23.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, so I went for rehearsal today, and I'm currently awaiting my muscle ache to come. It will come, definitely, just a matter of time. Why? We did 200 jumping jacks for muscular training AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal tomorrow is cancelled. I don't know if I'm happy or sad. This is weird. In a way, I should be happy since I have more time to be studying for my upcoming tests next week, but somehow I'm quite upset that we wouldn't be rehearsing tomorrow. Perhaps I just don't want to study and rehearsing is one reason that is valid enough for me to avoid studying. :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust. I don't know if I have it. My heart is fickle sometimes. I take people's words easily and get disappointed. Sometimes I don't trust people and I end up regretting.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored now. I don't feel like studying. I don't feel like doing homework. I don't feel like drawing. I should just bang my head against the wall now. Yes. I shall go do that now, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4337919558989851854?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4337919558989851854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4337919558989851854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4337919558989851854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4337919558989851854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-so-i-went-for-rehearsal-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2816556206721456871</id><published>2009-01-27T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:44:30.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing homework on 初二 is seriously not helping in terms of creating a festive mood. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I JUST KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED. Like see? I'm blogging now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to complete the whole BIO WORKOUT book, only halfway through it.&lt;br /&gt;Amaths, I don't know if Mr Teh is really going to check cause he asked us to do all, but do all in the exercise book. I haven't done all, also halfway cause I've done some in tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will push my English Speech presentation preparation to tomorrow after looking at how some others do theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a single AEP thing so far. I want to draw those cool glass cracks! But I just have more urgent assignments which have deadlines earlier than AEP. URGH. For once I feel like drawing and I can't draw. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty disappointing during visiting anyway. I shall not elaborate. But hey! Where's the joy? Where's the whole festive mood? Seems that all of those are just crap. All gone! POOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall continue doing my BIO WORKOUT now. Perhaps I will blog again when I've completed it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: When I say complete, I mean complete in my way, not the Mr Tang's way of completing every single question. I'll just skip those I don't know. :D HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2816556206721456871?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2816556206721456871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2816556206721456871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2816556206721456871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2816556206721456871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-homework-on-is-seriously-not.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5273682546004560394</id><published>2009-01-24T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:00:48.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've decided to delete all my emo-looking posts. AND HEY! Continue with nice and emo-less ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my dad just talked to me, let me show you how our conversation just went.&lt;br /&gt;PA: aye 妹啊，吃了吗？&lt;br /&gt;ME: 吃了。&lt;br /&gt;PA: 哦，我等一下再跟你慢慢聊， 要做东西先。&lt;br /&gt;ME:不用跟我聊的，　你要做就做，慢慢做啊！&lt;br /&gt;PA: $#!%$#^!^!%#&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was just pure random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me summarize all the stuffs I've done this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, AEP after school. Got my homework of 10 drawings for coursework and the 2 case studies of travel agencies for VAT. And how nice, Edwin hasn't replied me. OMG, just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, CNY rehearsal after school. IT'S COMPULSORY LA CL PEEPS! Felt rather demoralised with people asking me "UH.. Is it really compulsory? Must I really go?" YES YOU FREAKING MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, maddest day of all. Had mass singing practice, and I rushed for CL after that at 5, before being pulled out again after about say 10 to 20 minutes of SYF rehearsal for the MC practice. And I left school at 7. TIRING DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, another mad day of jumping from mass practice to CNY rehearsal. But luckily it ended at 5 or 6, I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, CNY concert, shall not comment on it. And meeting with the northview people for lunch. Okay.. So it was quite enjoyable, far better than concert though we didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went out with Xinhui. HAHAHA. I think this is the most hilarious event in the whole week. The both of us decided that we shall wear nicely and formally, so we all wore heels for shopping. HAHAHA. BIG mistake, feet hurt like mad and Xinhui started walking like some crippled ah ma while I insisted on walking normally no matter how it hurt. HAHA. Was quite fun overall though. And we took pictures of our pretty painful or you can say pretty and painful heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today's 除夕! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real CNY is coming soon. Although there's the financial crisis, let's just hope we still get ang paos with lots and lots of money! At least there's money right? Better than none. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-5273682546004560394?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5273682546004560394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5273682546004560394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5273682546004560394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5273682546004560394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-okay-so-ive-decided-to-delete-all.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5673453287977828522</id><published>2009-01-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:52:52.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been really busy lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the lack of update on my blog, this update will be a short one, before I resume my hectic schedule again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With CCA Orientation, Mass Preparation, CNY concert, SYF rehearsals, Self-Awareness Camp, Production rehearsals coming up, I don't think I will be very free for the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 year is indeed stressful! But I shall persevere! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK okay? Just wish me la, make me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-5673453287977828522?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5673453287977828522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5673453287977828522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5673453287977828522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5673453287977828522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-really-busy-lately-therefore.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-5260610389361651140</id><published>2009-01-02T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:54:57.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today's first day of school and still in a super holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;The school's discipline is really getting down now, we even have to sign a Code Of Conduct form, so do our parents! And furthermore, they even have this kit handed to Chairs and Vice-chairs, who are part of the Discipline Comm. I think IJ's getting real strict now, no offence, not that it's not good, good in a way to get discipline down, but the sudden strictness made me feel that it's a bit stifling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of people getting stressed up and everything is scaring me. Today is only first day of school, imagine the rest of the year, imagine with O levels are really approaching like when it's a month away. Okay okay, stop. Let's not think so far ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super dead in the morning, couldn't really open my eyes, hyper in the afternoon and talkative after school. HAHA. Oh, I got darling Xinhui to go down to Kinokuniya with me after school to look for the book. HAHAHAHA. Omg. That Xinhui is super funny and adorable, I don't know to laugh at her or blame her! HAHAHA. I went to look for my book at the search machines there, and so she pressed "Print". I placed my books on the machine, which was exactly at the slot where they print your search results for you. As the adorable Xinhui saw no paper coming out, SHE PRESSED AND PRESSED AND PRESSED "PRINT" I don't know for how many times. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SV4ojotLd3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YSfbygn9OJs/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SV4ojotLd3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YSfbygn9OJs/s320/DSC01128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286707605266986866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SV4ojtyg3lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JwWaMd0HZvI/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SV4ojtyg3lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JwWaMd0HZvI/s320/DSC01127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286707606631538258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the result is that above. 17 of the results were printed! LOL. -.- Faster run already, omg, I don't know if we still left any more printing ones there. It could have printed for the whole of today. HAHAHA. Then you see millions of results for the book search for 桃夭, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall go do something constuctive now. I shall TRY to. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-5260610389361651140?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5260610389361651140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=5260610389361651140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5260610389361651140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/5260610389361651140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-todays-first-day-of-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SV4ojotLd3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YSfbygn9OJs/s72-c/DSC01128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-7638089866242292771</id><published>2008-12-31T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:35:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tall, short, fat, skinny, mean, kind, polite, rude, etc, I wish you a Happy New Year. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7638089866242292771?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7638089866242292771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7638089866242292771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7638089866242292771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7638089866242292771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-no-matter-how-tall-short.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2090014724705098058</id><published>2008-12-30T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:04:39.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! I am lazy to update. Just took a personality quiz on Facebook, tell me if it's accurate based on how you know me on my tagboard. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: x-large; font-weight: 800; color: rgb(121, 59, 151);"&gt;ESTP&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;h3 style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.new.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?notice=new_user&amp;amp;ref=8#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=a2854b39bf034a5e9c52c2fe87e411cb&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Extraversion vs. Introversion', 'People with a preference for Extraversion draw energy from action: they tend to act, then reflect, then act further. If they are inactive, their level of energy and motivation tends to decline. Conversely, those whose preference is Introversion become less energized as they act: they prefer to reflect, then act, then reflect again. People with Introversion preferences need time out to reflect in order to rebuild energy. The Introvert`s flow is directed inward toward concepts and ideas and the Extravert`s is directed outward towards people and objects. There are several contrasting characteristics between Extraverts and Introverts: Extraverts desire breadth and are action-oriented, while introverts seek depth and are thought-oriented. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;"&gt;Extraverted&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.new.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?notice=new_user&amp;amp;ref=8#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=a2854b39bf034a5e9c52c2fe87e411cb&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Intuition vs. Sensing', 'Sensing and iNtuition are the information-gathering (Perceiving) functions. They describe how new information is understood and interpreted. Individuals who prefer Sensing are more likely to trust information that is in the present, tangible and concrete: that is, information that can be understood by the five senses. They tend to distrust hunches that seem to come out of nowhere. They prefer to look for details and facts. For them, the meaning is in the data. On the other hand, those who prefer iNtuition tend to trust information that is more abstract or theoretical, that can be associated with other information (either remembered or discovered by seeking a wider context or pattern). They may be more interested in future possibilities. They tend to trust those flashes of insight that seem to bubble up from the unconscious mind. The meaning is in how the data relates to the pattern or theory. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;"&gt;Sensing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.new.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?notice=new_user&amp;amp;ref=8#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=a2854b39bf034a5e9c52c2fe87e411cb&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Thinking vs. Feeling', 'Thinking and Feeling are the decision-making (Judging) functions. The Thinking and Feeling functions are both used to make rational decisions, based on the data received from their information-gathering functions (Sensing or iNtuition). Those who prefer Feeling tend to come to decisions by associating or empathizing with the situation, looking at it `from the inside` and weighing the situation to achieve, on balance, the greatest harmony, consensus and fit, considering the needs of the people involved. Those who prefer Thinking tend to decide things from a more detached standpoint, measuring the decision by what seems reasonable, logical, causal, consistent and matching a given set of rules. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;"&gt;Thinking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.new.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?notice=new_user&amp;amp;ref=8#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=a2854b39bf034a5e9c52c2fe87e411cb&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Judging vs. Perceiving', 'Types with a preference for Judging show the world their preferred Judging function (Thinking vs. Feeling). So TJ types tend to appear to the world as logical, and FJ types as empathetic. Judging types prefer to have matters settled. Those types ending in P show the world their preferred Perceiving function (Sensing vs. iNtuition). So SP types tend to appear to the world as concrete and NP types as abstract. Perceiving types prefer to keep decisions open. (adapted from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;"&gt;Perceiving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;ESTPs are hands-on learners who live in the moment, seeking the best in life, wanting to share it with their friends. The ESTP is open to situations, able to improvise to bring about desired results. They are active people who want to solve their problems rather than simply discuss them. The ESTP knows everyone who matters and everything there is to do because they are very resourceful, always knowing where the fun and action is. They like to indulge themselves in the finer things in life and to bring other people with them. Their goal in life is to sell themselves and their ideas to others. Dramatic and debonair, they are gifted at earning others' confidence. ESTPs get great satisfaction from acting on their impulses. Activities involving great power, speed, thrill and risk are attractive to the ESTP. Chronic stifling of these impulses makes the ESTP feel dead inside.&lt;/p&gt;P/S: I only finished 1/2 an essay today. Going to complete it later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2090014724705098058?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2090014724705098058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2090014724705098058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2090014724705098058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2090014724705098058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-i-am-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2481316663018502738</id><published>2008-12-29T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:49:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AYE HEY!&lt;br /&gt;It is officially out!&lt;br /&gt;Results are officially out, we're all in man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am referring to the audition results for the 成长production. Yeapps.&lt;br /&gt;I shall now state who's in(those that I actually know of):&lt;br /&gt;Me, Serb, Claudia, Lin Yi, Yu Chan, Li Hui, Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to see more people that I know there tomorrow. I am sort of excited till I don't want to do my essays. Oh, did I mention that I finished 1 already! (: Actually I copied most of it from the notes. Practically everything can be copied a bit here and there and I just have to add on all the connecting words. I AM VERY LAZY. THANK YOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess too long of not writing with pens makes my handwriting even uglier than usual, not to say my usual handwriting is not very nice to start with. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spammed so much correction tape. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually all the more I should complete my homework. So that I will have more time to go party for countdown. Uhh.. XINHUI! SO HOW? Are we meeting for countdown? I WANT, YOU WANT, ALL GO LA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I should seriously stop babbling nonsense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO COMPLETE YOUR ESSAYS, YOU DUMB CLOUD PIG. STOP PROCRASTINATING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2481316663018502738?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2481316663018502738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2481316663018502738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2481316663018502738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2481316663018502738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/aye-hey-it-is-officially-out-results.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-8299679416564935663</id><published>2008-12-29T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:32:17.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My complexion is becoming from bad to worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I stop taking the medicine for my face, my skin has stopped itching, but wth?! My complexion is... $#!^$#^!$%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE, DOCTOR! FASTER COME BACK TO SINGAPORE LA! I NEED TO SEE YOU URGENTLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I have yet to complete my homework. Only one essay down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8299679416564935663?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8299679416564935663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8299679416564935663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8299679416564935663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8299679416564935663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-my-complexion-is-becoming-from-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6994786633706033566</id><published>2008-12-27T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:14:07.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. Hey! So, how's everyone doing? Homework finished yet? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I wasn't exactly friendly during this trip to Taiwan. Perhaps that's because I was with my family? Somehow, in some sort, I can't really open up and do those really crazy stuffs that I do with my friends with my parents + brother around. Okay, I should stop here just in case my brother actually reads my blog. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few days were rather boring, that's how I felt, since we kept going up to mountains and temples, not much of shopping. Even if there was shopping, it was perhaps only about 1 or 2 hours a day. Which is obviously not enough, most of the time we had to take our meals within the time limit as well, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so free as well as being not very willing to type out what we did day by day, so I shall just sum it up by the events that I can remember very vividly(meaning those that I liked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think the one that I can remember the most, is bullying Edwin with the roller coaster rides at the Zoo. HAHAHAHA. FYI, Edwin is sort of like our whole tour leader(Singaporean) from SA. It is super entertaining and hilarious to see him shouting for help/trying to run away while we(about 4 to 5 of us) pull him up onto the rides and buckling him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even managed to run away for one of the rides that we sat on(the very first one), so ever since then, we took special care to make sure he cannot escape, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he's quite poor thing la, we bully him until like that. But it was actually seeing him like that that made me open up, so yeah. HAHA, THANKS ar, Edwin aka Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one event down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't really remember the rest. I think roller coaster/ thrill rides are the most entertaining among all the things that we've done. Perhaps eating? Shopping?&lt;br /&gt;OH, the stuffs there are really really cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought quite a lot of clothes. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of them are long sleeves, because it was seriously cold there(about 15-18 degrees is cold enough for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was the one most afraid of cold there. I can wear about 4 layers of clothing + my scarf, and I'm still shivering while some others don't even put on their jacket at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'll miss eating BeeHoon and their crispy chicken there. :( That's a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;My mum loves their beef noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh! What am I doing, I am just typing whatever random stuffs that comes to my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop here and perhaps just post up the group photo once the photos are transferred to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I am still not done with homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6994786633706033566?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6994786633706033566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6994786633706033566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6994786633706033566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6994786633706033566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-3913799669021809522</id><published>2008-12-18T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:56:13.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! This shall be my last post for the next 8 days! I'm FLYING~ WOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I have a lot of half-written posts. I will be happily typing away and suddenly I found something more interesting to do, and ta-da! I abandon the post. HAHAHA. This has resulted in about 5 or more drafts which I don't know how to continue from. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be flying to TAIWAN! So yes, if anyone, if 刘老师 replies about the audition results, anyone who reads my blog and knows that I'm going to Taiwan, tell me that I'm in Taiwan hor! Later he call me when I'm there,no matter good news or bad news, he end up paying extra! HAHAHAHA.(aye wait, I don't know he pay or I pay. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to sleep tonight, since I have to wake up at 3am to shower and get ready when 2am is usually my bed time. I slept for a freaking long time just now, so I guess that's enough already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yupps. I guess that's all for now. It shall be hiatus from now, till then. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Go listen to this 2 songs! My current favourites! (:&lt;br /&gt;豬小姐  - Myolie Wu胡杏儿 (cantonese song)&lt;br /&gt;雖則天真的蠢豬 我未搏得歡呼讚譽&lt;br /&gt;然而有你愛上我的短處 快樂也許不必富庶&lt;br /&gt;繁盛世界慣了已冷眼 去看我滑稽的際遇&lt;br /&gt;能令你去發笑 也有用處 我用傻事去捐輸&lt;br /&gt;多麼蠢的蠢豬 個個也來揶揄&lt;br /&gt;充當不起公主 並沒段段艷遇&lt;br /&gt;悠然面對這悲劇遭遇 齊集給了你當笑話書&lt;br /&gt;多麼蠢的蠢豬 我勝過條人魚&lt;br /&gt;即使爭都爭輸 仍然從未怪罪於天主&lt;br /&gt;就當戀愛運肯特殊 其望你前來叫我蠢豬&lt;br /&gt;講愛情暗語&lt;br /&gt;即使悲觀的烏龜 我亦看出牠的美麗&lt;br /&gt;仍然有你愛我我都矜貴 快樂要先拋開智慧&lt;br /&gt;誰又會似隻蟻去獻世 各有各獨一的慣例&lt;br /&gt;同樣你愛錫我 那有代替 證實人沒有高低&lt;br /&gt;開心多麼簡單 要愛有何疑難&lt;br /&gt;不必苦苦支撐 但願是是但但&lt;br /&gt;誰人自怨說生活艱難 成就似爬完勉強高攀&lt;br /&gt;開心多麼簡單 那怕愛人平凡&lt;br /&gt;A餐B餐C餐 原來無論吃什麼早餐&lt;br /&gt;共你的每日都燦爛 而幸福秘訣太過簡單&lt;br /&gt;於好處著眼&lt;br /&gt;多麼蠢的蠢豬 個個也來揶揄&lt;br /&gt;充當不起公主 並沒段段艷遇&lt;br /&gt;悠然面對這悲劇遭遇 齊集給了你當笑話書&lt;br /&gt;多麼蠢的蠢豬 我勝過條人魚&lt;br /&gt;即使爭都爭輸 仍然從未怪罪於天主&lt;br /&gt;就當戀愛運肯特殊 其望你前來叫我蠢豬&lt;br /&gt;講愛情暗語&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;－樱桃帮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;你是爱我的吧&lt;br /&gt;未来真的很长&lt;br /&gt;如果你不愿意回答&lt;br /&gt;最后我会再问你一次&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲词:樱桃帮编曲:樱桃帮&lt;br /&gt;演唱:樱桃帮&lt;br /&gt;从前我们走过的地方&lt;br /&gt;像是一幅幅美丽的画&lt;br /&gt;曾经那些天真的梦想&lt;br /&gt;是不是只能是童话&lt;br /&gt;为什麽我们变成这样&lt;br /&gt;拿着电话却说不出话&lt;br /&gt;或许眼泪不让它流下&lt;br /&gt;就好像不那麽悲伤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;你是爱我的吧&lt;br /&gt;当你眼睛低下低下头不说一句话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;你是爱我的吧&lt;br /&gt;未来真的很长如果你不愿意回答&lt;br /&gt;最后我会再问一次&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲词:樱桃帮编曲:樱桃帮&lt;br /&gt;演唱:樱桃帮&lt;br /&gt;为什麽变得如此沉默&lt;br /&gt;回忆我们最初的承诺&lt;br /&gt;就让那些浪漫的所有&lt;br /&gt;都消失成黑色天空&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;你是爱我的吧&lt;br /&gt;当你眼睛低下低下头不说一句话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;你是爱我的吧&lt;br /&gt;未来真的很长如果你不愿意回答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;你是爱我的吧&lt;br /&gt;未来真的很长如果你不愿意回答&lt;br /&gt;最后我会再问一次&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;你爱我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-3913799669021809522?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3913799669021809522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=3913799669021809522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3913799669021809522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/3913799669021809522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-this-shall-be-my-last-post-for-next.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7373637344739923210</id><published>2008-12-15T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:37:57.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM BORED TO THE CORE NOW. I don't feel like doing homework but I have to complete them before I go overseas, which is on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish packing and everything before 20th, and I still want to go out and have fun. Sigh.. I guess the next time I'll be having fun would be the next holiday. T-T Or perhaps after Os. ToT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7373637344739923210?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7373637344739923210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7373637344739923210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7373637344739923210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7373637344739923210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-bored-to-core-now.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-1915086373602257045</id><published>2008-12-15T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:14:34.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies past when you're having fun. Oh wells.. I seriously have to agree to that. The past three days had been FANTASTIC! I shall start from Friday, the day we watched Theatresport(Aye Lixu! Don't say I never blog about it ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I practically travelled around the half of Singapore that day! I took a train from Yishun to Jurong East, changed and reached Clementi, took the tickets from Eunice there, with that stupid MRT security guard thinking that I was some suspicious character and kept asking me why I'm standing there, who I'm waiting for, what am I doing down there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then Eunice came, passed me the tickets and I took a train down to Bugis to meet Yx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this entertaining.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SUZy1pdRiMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fx0ztFHnPkQ/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SUZy1pdRiMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fx0ztFHnPkQ/s320/DSC01066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033879125756098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we tried it out, AND BURST OUT LAUGHING. Hahaha! Okay, maybe it doesn't appear that funny now, but it was VERY FUNNY at that point of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there and talked and talked and talked about stuffs while waiting for Si Yinn to come. She took so long... So we decided to go eat first. Met up with her and took a cab down. And omg, that taxi driver cheated Si Yinn off her money. He talked and talked about the roads here and there and everywhere, dropped us off somewhere we didn't really know and asked us to just walk here, there, don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we reached the place, and yeah, the show started.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was super unlucky that day! The people who sat beside me were weirdos la!&lt;br /&gt;During the first half of the show, these 2 aunties sat beside me. And then this guy on stage did something funny. But then the 2 aunties LAUGH UNTIL..... (I mean it's funny la, but not until that extent.) And so.. they laughed very loudly and non-stop. For like about 5 full minutes. A lot of people turned their heads to look at us and that Si Yinn thought that I was the one laughing.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was intermission and that Li Xu forced me to give up almost all my votes for his group. TSK TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second half of the show and these 2 brothers sat down beside me. And they kept laughing and laughing at that Wei Liang guy. I pity him, whoever he is. Then they gave a lot of weird suggestions for roles and characters and practically laughed at every single one of their own jokes, not funny also laugh. -.- I was super irritated with them. I glared at them. The older one looked at me, looked away and continued laughing with his stupid younger brother. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Theatresports ended. It was not bad afterall, just that I felt last year's was better, no offence. I felt a bit bored during the show maybe because the MC kept on giving roles and characters that matched perfectly. Last year's the MC didn't allow that, he kept insisting on roles and characters that had perfectly no link, and so it was much more hilarious and more creative than this year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate supper with Marcus at Macs and went home. Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I met up with Chu to get to Grassy's church for her confirmation. We took train to Serangoon and OMG. We saw this GUY cosplaying this super girly dress thingy. HAHAHAHAHAHA. And we LAUGHED AND LAUGHED. LOL. I can still sort of picture him in my mind, in that sailormoon-look-alike dress and that tote bag. HAHAHA. Okay, sorry if I've offended any cosplayers out there. Hahaha, sorry sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab there, gave up looking for buses since we were running late. We reached there and omg, we under-dressed. -.- Everyone, even those not being confirmed wore dresses and formal wear. And what did we wear? BLOUSE AND JEANS. Lol. Okay, nevermind, there's always a first time for everything. HAHAHA. We saw Grassy after like eternity..-.- Gave her the flowers, took photos, talked talked talked. And yeah, we left soon after. Oh, Grassy! If you read this, send me the pictures! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Sunday now, 黑色会＋不知道gathering! It rained and I guess it was because of that, people didn't come. Oh wells.. Still, I rushed down to meet yuchan after my tuition and the two of us were sort of the latest to reach. OOPS. Haha. We walked quite a distance to rent bicycles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I am REALLY rusty already. I can't really remember how to ride the bicycle properly and I kept screaming halfway, riding super unsteadily. Haha, was quite fun la. Been a super long time since I last cycled that much. Okay, I hardly exercise, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed to the Arcade and then down to BK, where my all fries disappeared. -.-  Then Tian Jun and Dave came along, so we went to the beach to CHILLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I actually liked the idea of just "chilling" at the beach. But that stupid Dave and Lixu had to snatch my slippers and my hairclip and threatened to throw it into the sea. -.- So my "chilling" became running around and shouting like a Siaocharbo at them for my things. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want that soft toy from the machine! We were close to getting it! But we didn't get it. T-T I WANT! Viking up next. Wasn't really thrilling and we screamed just for the sake of screaming. HOHO. I think we're really drama peeps. REAL DRAMA. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited at Macs for Lixu's dad's lorry to come pick us up and drop us off at the MRT station. WOOO. The ride was fun. The wind! The rain... But still, it was the experience! Took a few pictures but all seems blur because it was night time. ): Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SUaACfLKRUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HwOgZx68pPE/s1600-h/Pics%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SUaACfLKRUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HwOgZx68pPE/s320/Pics%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280048393354888514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I think I shall end my blog post here. It's super long, for goodness sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-1915086373602257045?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1915086373602257045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=1915086373602257045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1915086373602257045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/1915086373602257045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-flies-past-when-youre-having-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/SUZy1pdRiMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fx0ztFHnPkQ/s72-c/DSC01066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-8860675594643276063</id><published>2008-12-12T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:39:07.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about stuffs. Perhaps it's because I'm in a bad mood. I feel very negative about the things and people around me. Why do I feel as if you all don't give a damn about it? It's always me who's trying to make it survive. And when I try, I get put down. When I give up, you all ask me to try. WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT LA? JUST TELL ME MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-8860675594643276063?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8860675594643276063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8860675594643276063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8860675594643276063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8860675594643276063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-thinking-about-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7648643553260418516</id><published>2008-12-11T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:11:10.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really feel like putting down everything that I feel inside me. But something is restricting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7648643553260418516?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7648643553260418516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7648643553260418516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7648643553260418516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7648643553260418516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-really-feel-like-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-920886791979028260</id><published>2008-12-11T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:15.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aye, TAG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-920886791979028260?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/920886791979028260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=920886791979028260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/920886791979028260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/920886791979028260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/aye-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4801665184645233224</id><published>2008-12-10T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:14.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. I just realised that I have another 2 blue blacks. One on each knee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak. Why am I so accident-prone to drama stuffs? TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4801665184645233224?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4801665184645233224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4801665184645233224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4801665184645233224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4801665184645233224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-7966417276380688438</id><published>2008-12-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:09.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, today was audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking nervous before the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus, sitting, and I just couldn't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the train, standing, and I just couldn't stand still, I just had to keep fidgiting around.&lt;br /&gt;I met Claudia, and okay, I calmed down a bit. Talking to others can calm you down. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached there and met her friend, Lingyi, if I didn't remember the name wrongly. We walked there together and OMG, why so little people?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else there were guys, and it's all the 小boy boy. And they were all wearing the camp shirt, made all us, girls feel so OUT. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after everyone got there, we had this dance routine to learn. And I think it was less than an hour of practice and CONGRATUALATIONS to the wonderful me, the skin on my toes came out, damn pain I tell you! Then I had a blue-black on my hand. I am seriously accident-prone when doing drama-related stuffs. I had a few blue blacks on my knee the other time during 华岗. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had to read something, sing something, and act something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for people who went, HAHAHA. The 啊！at the end was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, okay, auditions wasn't as scary as I imagined it to be afterall. But I guess everyone can sort of tell I was still nervous when I sang. My voice 斗到几厉害一下!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope I get in.  (: Even if I don't, I think this audition is like a drama class, so I still get to learn even if I don't get in. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my mum and dad are kicking up a big fuss over this. -.- HAIYOH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-7966417276380688438?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7966417276380688438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=7966417276380688438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7966417276380688438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/7966417276380688438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-today-was-audition.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6385797743718914678</id><published>2008-12-09T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:43.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this song on a random stranger's blog and I think it's nice, and since I'm such a nice person as everyone knows, I shall share the song with all the wonderful people reading my blog. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make our pacts ,&lt;br /&gt;We're independent&lt;br /&gt;We dont borrow boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;And we do our hair anyway we would like .&lt;br /&gt;We figured out , that we are attractive .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we look around ,&lt;br /&gt;And now we loved to live the single life .&lt;br /&gt;And then we tell ourselves we’ll never fall in love again .&lt;br /&gt;But then he comes around and suddenly we understand ,&lt;br /&gt;That we’ve never been living in love before .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you know what all the love songs that they write are all about ,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you dont care if its right or wrong as long as he’s around ,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly the things that used to sound clishe are perfectly right in your eyes .&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly right with this sky .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its shrewd ,&lt;br /&gt;But we are connected .&lt;br /&gt;And in some strange and crazy way I think ,&lt;br /&gt;That we have always been .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he’s here ,&lt;br /&gt;And he says he loves me .&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so right ,&lt;br /&gt;And I could feel so good that I cant sleep at night .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just told myself I will not fall in love again .&lt;br /&gt;But he just came around and then he made me understand ,&lt;br /&gt;That I have never been living in love before .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you know what all the love songs that they write are all about ,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you dont care if its right or wrong as long as he’s around ,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly the things that used to sound clishe are perfectly right in my eyes .&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly right when he’s here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes ,&lt;br /&gt;I know you might get impatient .&lt;br /&gt;But look around ,&lt;br /&gt;He might be walking right in front of you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he touches you and you feel your skin is burning .&lt;br /&gt;Kisses you and you feel your stomach turning ,&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one ,&lt;br /&gt;He is the one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you know what all the love songs that they write are all about ,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you dont care if its right or wrong as long as your baby’s around ,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly the things that used to sound clishe are perfectly right in your ears .&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly right when he’s there .&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly right when he’s there .&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly right with this sky there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's that for the song. Oh, and guess what? Tomorrow's the audition for 成长2. I've never went for a proper audition before(I'm excluding the 华岗 one) and so yes, this is my first proper audition for a production. And I am freaking scared. I was supposed to do my tuition homework for my SG tutor. And I just cannot settle down and do it properly. I will do a bit of notes, get fed up, read a bit of the textbook, get fed up, sleep a while, get fed up, eat a little, get fed up, watch tv, and get very fed up for not doing much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what? I really lost my circles worksheet. How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I suddenly felt in the mood to do SCHOOL homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, construction downstairs! STOP DONG-DONG-DONG-ING downstairs! AIYO. So many patches of green grass everywhere, why build the HDB downstairs down there? And the construction on the other side has been going on for so long, and I have no idea what they are constructing there. But oooh, I saw something weird the other time at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this juicy gossip. Haha. I was on my dad's car, we were coming back from having dinner outside. So my dad parked the car near the construction side, we got off the car and saw this sexily dressed woman(looks like she's from China) entering the construction site. Lol. Let your imagination do the trick. Most of the construction workers I see coming out from the site to rest in the day are usual Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end already. I shall not talk so much about it, in case someone reading this thinks that I'm some busybody who even cares about the construction workers' business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: WOOO. I love my turn-around smiley face. SO KAWAII NEH, JUST LIKE PONYO. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6385797743718914678?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6385797743718914678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6385797743718914678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6385797743718914678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6385797743718914678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-found-this-song-on-random-strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6548548430842429633</id><published>2008-12-08T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:54:53.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel very very very sleepy today.. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I know the reason why. But oh wells, I'm not going to reveal it. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's totally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, okay. I went to Taizi's house today for comm meeting. We talked and talked and talked. Suggest and suggest and suggest. It's like I'm some VIP and I just keep talking, Serb just takes it down. WOOO. I think its fun. Okay, I'm being retarded and weird again. STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the comm meeting ended, I went off to Entertainment Centre's Macs to eat breakfast with laogong. Heh. Saw the exco there.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Hotcakes, been a long time since I last ate them, and talked talked talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I reached home at 1+pm.&lt;br /&gt;SLEPT.&lt;br /&gt;Until tuition began. Had tuition, bathed, went out to get my phone, dinner, came back, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. My life is so no life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have GM tomorrow. ToT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6548548430842429633?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6548548430842429633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6548548430842429633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6548548430842429633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6548548430842429633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-very-very-very-sleepy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-2452240069918681836</id><published>2008-12-05T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:25:47.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY YO! I'm back. Anyone miss me? Haha! I'm ego again. Ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my phone for servicing today. And omg, the people there are like zombies! I went down with my Mum to Junction Eight, Sony Ericsson. Once it was our turn, I sat down, showed my phone to the guy and told him about the problems. He stared at me like I was a weirdo and said "Warranty Card and I/C please." So okay, I handed my phone, my warranty card and my mum's I/C. SILENCE, while he types furiously and stared at his computer screen. I looked at my mum with the o.O face. After like about 3 minutes. He repeats the major problems of the phone. I said "Yah." And he goes off to print some papers, put my handphone cover and the warranty card in a clear plastic bag and pass it to me saying "You can come and collect your phone in about 3 days' time. We'll call you to inform you when it is ready for collection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S ALL LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole thing, no smile, no interaction or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite shocked leh. Very different as compared to the usual phone promoters. Okay, maybe I am a bit swaku. Whatever. I just feel... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so we went off to eat, and walk around. And guess what we saw! OMG. IT'S LIKE HELLO KITTY CHRISTMAS SHOW. Something like that la, I can't remember the full name. Some Christmas Party thing. AND... My mum suddenly got very excited and refuse to leave even though I was pulling and nudging her to move. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is YOUNG at heart! HAHAHA. Then she was like "不可以走，以前你小时候就是这样。我拉你，你不肯走。现在轮到你拉我了啦。我们看完才走啊！" and because of this... We watched like about 1/2 of the show. -.- A close to 50 years old woman, and a 15 years old daughter watched a HELLO KITTY show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, in case you're interested how come we only watched 1/2 the show, it was because of my relentless pulls and nudges bluffing her that I was very hungry, then did she decided to move on. TSK. She's quite stubborn right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and anyway, there was this very cute character in the Hello Kitty show! HAHAHA. I don't know what's the name. It's this short short yellow thing. I took pictures of it on my phone, but somehow when I went back to look for it, I can't find any of the pictures! I DON'T KNOW WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess that's about what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you really understand? I feel like I am talking to the wall please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-2452240069918681836?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2452240069918681836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=2452240069918681836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2452240069918681836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/2452240069918681836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-yo-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-4584572172648452535</id><published>2008-12-03T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:05:58.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, 我开口闭口，全部都是戏剧！ Now, these 2 phrases are stuck in my head "真听，真看，真感受。" and "无言的约定， 心灵的感应。" The first one's on Serb's pm, the other one's on mine. Enough talking about that, shall talk about what happened today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went to school early in the morning today. WHAT FOR? For the student leader something something camp. I don't remember the name, haha, sorry. OH. And I found something out, I have to go for GM next Tuesday. TSK. All student leaders must go.. Okay, I must have a positive attitude yeah, I will try. (: I try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the camp today had a very different approach from the usual camps like play games, whacko whatever. No games, it was some proposal writing where we were all split up into our different groups based on our punctuality. Haha, I was in Swissotel together with Taizi. Lucky I had someone I knew well in my group. Xinhui came so early and she was in the first group, Raffles Singapore. HAHAHA. So we did our detailed proposal and everything, it's quite a fun thing, although we(or mostly I) kept getting restless and talked about other stuffs, starting to digress. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it wasn't as bad as a thought it would be. So it's still a good learning experience la. (: YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, dinner. And yeah, went home. Oh, I think I'm too tired today. I fell asleep standing on the train and I slept through the whole bus ride home.  The poor guy sitting inside called me a few times until I woke up to let him get off. HAHAHA. Sorry ah, I'm too tired. OOPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! (: I have nothing much left to say about today. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-4584572172648452535?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4584572172648452535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=4584572172648452535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4584572172648452535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/4584572172648452535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-man-now-these-2-phrases-are-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-6104555759447512182</id><published>2008-12-01T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:58:43.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>傻小孩&lt;br /&gt;   作詞：潘美辰　作曲：潘美辰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   我的小時候住在貧民區　從來沒人知道我的名&lt;br /&gt;   家裏環境不好　沒有多餘的錢　買雙可以擋雨的雨鞋&lt;br /&gt;   記得16歲　夢想在作祟　我跪了三天三夜不妥協&lt;br /&gt;   爸媽流著淚　捨不得我離去　我說有天我一定會出息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ＊雖然我很窮　可是我不脆弱　我有好多愛也有好多情&lt;br /&gt;   　如今我長大　賺了一點點錢　你放心　我還是你眼中的傻小孩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ＃感謝我的爸爸媽媽　你是讓我這樣長大&lt;br /&gt;   　感謝我的爸爸媽媽　我好想回家&lt;br /&gt;   　你的雙手已蒼老　讓我牽著你　共同走進這美麗樂園地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   △感謝我的爸爸媽媽　你是讓我這樣長大&lt;br /&gt;   　感謝我的爸爸媽媽　我就快回家&lt;br /&gt;   　偶而我也會流著淚　想要抱緊你&lt;br /&gt;   　但想著你慈祥的面容　就算再吃苦　我也不怕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Repeat ＊,＃,△&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried after trying to sing the song.. T-T Still thinking of camp.. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315866890046794687-6104555759447512182?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6104555759447512182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=6104555759447512182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6104555759447512182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/6104555759447512182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/16-repeat-i-cried-after-trying-to-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5315866890046794687.post-8328087790817186832</id><published>2008-11-30T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:04:42.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK_fdNjZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jCvB8LRcqRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK_fdNjZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jCvB8LRcqRk/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488660742596306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK_fdNjZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jCvB8LRcqRk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;This are the photos, yo! Group Photo! 黑色会！&lt;/a&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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK_fEGWtLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hl5zxUn4K-I/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK_fEGWtLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hl5zxUn4K-I/s320/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488654001517746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling Fang and Me&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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK1vvJP8jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UrSwyeSC5A8/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK1vvJP8jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UrSwyeSC5A8/s320/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274477945318011442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Marcus&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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK1vXIm-vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VVeIuNOPjX8/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK1vXIm-vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VVeIuNOPjX8/s320/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274477938872875762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Sher Ming, Ling Fang and Ting Yi&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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK1vGCOn5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/jGgIcN2RhcY/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK1vGCOn5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/jGgIcN2RhcY/s320/DSC01036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274477934282710930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Sher Ming, Ling Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm feeling quite lazy to blog, so I just spammed photos. (:&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/5315866890046794687-8328087790817186832?l=youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8328087790817186832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315866890046794687&amp;postID=8328087790817186832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8328087790817186832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315866890046794687/posts/default/8328087790817186832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanneverbe-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-are-photos-yo-group-photo-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>krappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MGN3KWQFJgo/STK_fdNjZtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jCvB8LRcqRk/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315866890046794687.post-7121036728914083513</id><published>2008-11-29T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:54:01.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from drama camp. I learnt a lot a lot from this whole camp, made some new friends, some good ones, some okay ones, some not that close ones, but nonetheless, I made friends. It's really quite hard to leave and say bye all of a sudden, after hanging out with one another for 6 days even though the first few days we still couldn't break out of our shy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the performances put up by the other groups, I felt the camp sort of coming to an end.. There was this feeling of regret, why didn't I open up earlier, then we would have more time interacting with each other instead of regretting now. On the first day, I was thinking "Oh my god, there's still 5 more days! HOW?!" And now, on the very last day, I feel "WHY IS THIS ENDING SO FAST? It has just started, it has barely begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speech Milo gave was simply heartwrenching. I know he scolds us for a reason, its not like he's some unreasonable guy who just anyhow scolds us when he doesn't feel good. THANK YOU MILO! I think so far, you're the best drama teacher that I've ever met. Maybe because I haven't really met much drama teachers. Perhaps its because he's strict enough, like school teachers are rather slack as compared to him. Really have to thank him, 真听真看真感受。 我会记住这句话的。 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that the feelings I have inside me cannot be described with words. I don't really know how to put it also. Okay, enough about how I feel about the overall camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk about today's performance, everyone's performance. The second group, 滴露, their story was a little similar to our group's. The guy from Anglican High acted really well! I cried la! It was so sad.. T-T Oh, and the fifth group, 不知道, their story is very long but very funny and interesting, Yun Chieh acted really well as the teacher! I was quite shocked as she's not usually like this.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 2.51am now. I am super tired, shall go sleep first, update another time. 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