<?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-10596097</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:09:45.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TADAH! This is what life is about!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yinz</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>522</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10596097.post-115997113718496064</id><published>2006-10-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T08:20:03.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't really bother to blog anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I will blog like siao after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because....&lt;br /&gt;MY OCTOBER ORGANIZER IS SO NOT FILLED o.o&lt;br /&gt;so annoying man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 COMPLETELY FREE DAYS&lt;/span&gt; UNTIL OCTOBER 31ST&lt;br /&gt;6 MORE DATES AND NAH UH.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CHANCE OF MEETING ME FOR THIS FABULOUS MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HURRY UP AND MAKE YOUR APPOINTMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dateless.&lt;br /&gt;gahblahbam nooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;ALL YUQING'S FAULT THAT ANNOYINGHAPPYBEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate prank calls.&lt;br /&gt;Prank callers are annoying and half of them are ugly and the other half are just desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; If you're a prankcaller, you don't have the right to be rude.&lt;br /&gt;Like this stupid person was so rude when I asked him who he was?!&lt;br /&gt;OMG NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan is complaining about his girlfriend to me?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a nice, kind, helpful and gentle teenage hotline aunty.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TWINKLE FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever called twinkle friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or is it &lt;strong&gt;tinkle friend&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did, with Chongfu's public phone for fun.&lt;br /&gt;But the phone screwed up!&lt;br /&gt;So retarded. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a very bad advice-giver.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm very easily touched by everything.&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot but I don't know how those two lines connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! I SCREWED UP SCIENCE PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE TRIPLE SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL LEARN TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU ARE OUT OF MY LEAGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really want triple!&lt;br /&gt;I studied like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. I have decided to work on the days I'm free and earn some cash.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;although you can't really just work at a company as and when you like. =/&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN'S CLASS CHALET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT TWOSIX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to go to CHURCH! =D&lt;br /&gt;miracle eh?&lt;br /&gt;just to irritate chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i think all ther church people will hate me because i wont convert.&lt;br /&gt;although chun insists that he will make me.&lt;br /&gt;OOOH. SCARY SIA!&lt;br /&gt;i shall go to church on one of my free days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(edited : church rocks lah omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'M DOWN TO 5 FREE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;STILL DATEABLE. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115997113718496064?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115997113718496064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115997113718496064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115997113718496064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115997113718496064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-really-bother-to-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115928271432212885</id><published>2006-09-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:58:34.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM VERY STRESSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE 14 FABULOUS YEARS OF MY LIFE THAT I WORRY SO MUCH FOR MY EXAMS, AND STUDY LIKE SIAO FOR SO MANY HOURS. I FEEL SO FREAKING TIRED. EVERYBODY FEELS TIRED. WHO AM I KIDDING MAN. I JUST CAN'T STAND IT IM LIKE SO FREAKING WEAK AND EVERYDAY I GO HOME THINKING THTA I WILL STUDY AND IN THE END I WON'T EVEN TOUCH A PAGE OF MY BOOKS. AND IM ACTING LIKE SOME DUMB NERD LIKE JC BRINGING ALL MY BOOKS HOME AFTER SCHOOL GO HOME STRAIGHT EXCEPT MAYBE NERDS DONT TAKE CABS BUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually i am fine.&lt;br /&gt;today i got prank called by some eeediot who was very rude!&lt;br /&gt;so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate alot.&lt;br /&gt;studying makes me fat.&lt;br /&gt;i am so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR BOYFRIEND LAH WAH LAO ANNOYING GRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;STOP DIAOING ME WITH THAT SCARY FACE I AM VERY EASILY SCARED OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO CRUMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am weird. forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115928271432212885?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115928271432212885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115928271432212885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115928271432212885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115928271432212885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-very-stressed.html' title='I AM VERY STRESSED.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115902238022427128</id><published>2006-09-23T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:39:40.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY BABES DON'T BE UPSET OKAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S STILL CHANCE NEXT YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opportunities are everywhere!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as we work hard &amp; know that we're doing the best we can,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;we will succeed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue working hard for our distinction! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year we'll own the&lt;strong&gt; dancefloor&lt;/strong&gt; together ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be of age hahaha fifteen finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be careful man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't ever try to tear us up&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt; okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115902238022427128?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115902238022427128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115902238022427128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115902238022427128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115902238022427128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/dance.html' title='DANCE!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115874170277016198</id><published>2006-09-20T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:41:43.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roar!</title><content type='html'>List of stuff that happened this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I was very sad. L daoed me like siao. Stewpid! I shall act like I don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TOO BAD HARHAR I DONT EVEN CARE NEH NI NEH NI POO POO DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I daoed a lot of people accidentally. Ooops! Sorry! I'm very tired. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) JIAQI IS SO CUTE IN THE "SORRY TEACHER" the movie! =D He'll be damn shuai next time for sure muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Wasted my Saturday watching teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Witnessed a fairly exciting making of a pirated movie about terrorism, negotiations and threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) And one of the very tiny actors could jump very high up in the air while trying to kick another guy.... but he fell down very hard too... and he missed his target. Pirated mah... hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Studied very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) Contracted gastritis. Ate tons of medicine. Aspired to be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)  Tried very hard to finish maths homework. Still trying! I will succeed! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) Jie jie is coming home tomorrow!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k) Visited my new home. It is already 3 quarters done, pool and all. I'll ask you over some time after I moooove, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l) Made videos to send to jiejie. Idea eventually clipped because I realized she's coming home tomorrow, which is very sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m) BREEEZERRRRR =D HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n) Got disgusted by abortion and giving birth. Esp the cut open if hole not big enough part. I want to puke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o) Heard about some news. Scandals scandals go away! One level up's talking, one level down's also talking. Great. *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p) Couldn't pirouette properly during dance. Doubles sucked like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q) Sucessfully recited the barney songs during Miss Thoo's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r) Got all the songs of Jay's new album. I momentarily forgot it's name. I love Jay =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s) Found out that we* like the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t) Tried to convince GH that he's been dreaming all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u) Did some research paper. MATHEMATICS LUCKILY. Wasted my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) Continuously took cabs home. Before peak hours! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w) Skipped today's dance practice =( I need to do homework. I don't have enough time. Why can't there be more hours in a day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) Dreaming about Winitsuksa &amp; Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y) Said the pledge very loudly every morning during assembly. I am like so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z) iPod no battery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115874170277016198?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115874170277016198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115874170277016198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115874170277016198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115874170277016198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/roar.html' title='roar!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115781562012813874</id><published>2006-09-09T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:29:58.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moron.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED OFF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated by this moron who added me on my older email account.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, this applies to all the morons&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; of his type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who added me on my email accounts.&lt;br /&gt;So that guy who added me on my old account, I memorised his email and added him on my new account.&lt;br /&gt;And he, goddamnit, asked me who I was.&lt;br /&gt;So I told him my old email and he dotted me.&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;So I said he was the one who added me &amp;amp; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"eh.... i have 200++ contacts leh... how i remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apghvprihs[ripmvtjaprtjapirejhah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear he puts the J in the ERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright if he actually knows me, but the thing is HE DOESN'T.&lt;br /&gt;And he can't even spell, and his grammer sucks, and his friendster account has a pathetic number of TWO FREAKING FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;And he goes around adding random people on the internet and he starts asking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; HOW CAN HE REMEMBER who the hell he adds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right. Like how the shit should I know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you're so rude and you're so afraid of trying to remember the people you add on msn, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN DON'T EFFING ADD SO MANY PEOPLE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is internet for you baby, and yes, HE IS YOUNGER THAN ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he asked me whether I was busy because I'm typing this post, I todl him yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I actually bothered to reply. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;His reply?&lt;br /&gt;"anything lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care, then don't effing ASK IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate people who continuously contradict themsevles. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115781562012813874?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115781562012813874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115781562012813874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115781562012813874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115781562012813874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/moron.html' title='moron.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115772594541865083</id><published>2006-09-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:32:25.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop whining</title><content type='html'>a little too frank?&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115772594541865083?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115772594541865083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115772594541865083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115772594541865083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115772594541865083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/stop-whining.html' title='stop whining'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115755325978386215</id><published>2006-09-06T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T07:34:19.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblahblah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im a very good student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;dance was like soooooooooooooo incredibly tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i feel healthy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't go for the dance competition channel 5's holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO YOUNG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fake an IC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got lobang anyone? ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vote for jonathan leong! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1900-112-1904&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or you can sms 4 to 43657!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA MOVE TO MY NEW HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;i miss all my springside neighbours&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to see my soon-to-be springleaf neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thought it all out.&lt;br /&gt;my room is going to be very very colourful and artsy and &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;and then there'll be black and white pictures of my life hanging all around&lt;br /&gt;so that there'll be a distinct contrast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major stuff in september would be the very important exams&lt;br /&gt;WHICH SUCKS, WHICH IM GONNA FAIL BADLY, WHICH IM GONNA SEE WITH MY NAKED EYE THAT I SUCK S MUCH I CANNOT GO TO TRIPLE SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SLIT MY WRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in october first, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JIE JIE 'S COMING BACK HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO MISS HER LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end this post abruptly here.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115755325978386215?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115755325978386215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115755325978386215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115755325978386215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115755325978386215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/blahblahblah.html' title='blahblahblah'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115742028400963571</id><published>2006-09-05T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:38:04.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PANG YIYIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will you stop following their hearts instead of your heart?&lt;br /&gt;when will you stop judging him according to how others judge him?!&lt;br /&gt;when will you finally realize deep in your heart you reserved a &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; place for him?!?&lt;br /&gt;and when will you realize that he's slipping away?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im just so easily influenced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;give me another reason to love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115742028400963571?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115742028400963571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115742028400963571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115742028400963571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115742028400963571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-dream.html' title='i had a dream.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115737613380631090</id><published>2006-09-04T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T06:22:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Irwin can't just die like that.</title><content type='html'>Crocodile hunter is like superman.&lt;br /&gt;HE JUST DOESN'T JUST DIE LIKE THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got online 10 minutes ago and I saw everybody in my contacts list with tortises all around their nicks.&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT A VIRUS HIT MY COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SILLY ME!&lt;br /&gt;It was a tribute to the beloved Steve Irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE STINGRAYS!&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THE STINGRAY THAT KILLED STEVE DIES. BLEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a beautiful wife, I don't know whether he has kids but he has a few dogs though.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't deserve to die at 44 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115737613380631090?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115737613380631090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115737613380631090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115737613380631090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115737613380631090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwin-cant-just-die-like-that.html' title='Steve Irwin can&apos;t just die like that.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115730939938137364</id><published>2006-09-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:49:59.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender biasness in SINGAPORE?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEFINITELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see those male chauvinist pigs in their little yellow toyota crowns driving all around singapore?&lt;br /&gt;THOSE DICKHEADS SHOULD DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!&lt;br /&gt;I tell you! They are sooooooooooooooooooo full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why male drivers just keep picking on female drivers.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if it's SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN by some highly reknown university that males drive better than females.&lt;br /&gt;And to think that facts are all that count, huh. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DON'T YOU JUST HATE TO REMEMBER the times when a taxi driver happen to jerk his brakes suddenly thanks to another inconsiderate driver?&lt;br /&gt;And then he would mutter hokkien vulgarities under his breath and then proceed say super loudly infront of your face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"THAT ONE AH, MUST BE FEMALE DRIVER LAH. BLABLAHBLAHSOKAHYOU.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello? I am a FEMALE? Isn't it OBVIOUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes him think that&lt;strong&gt; I wouldn't be angry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;em&gt; I KNOW WHAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He probably says that to every single passenger, including females, and NONE OF THEM BECAME ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;And you know why?&lt;em&gt; I KNOW WHY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are USED TO IT. It's as if even the girls think they are worse then the guys, or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't stand guys like that. Their brain just do not connect with their mouth and they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; say things that anger me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just ONE itsy bitsy taxi driver that annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A LOT OF TAXI DRIVERS.&lt;br /&gt;They can just rant on and on and on about how females suck at driving and forget which is left and which is right.&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THEM EVEN TURNED RIGHT WHEN I ASKED HIM TO TURN LEFT, BECAUSE HE WAS BUSY RANTING?!&lt;br /&gt;actually I can't really blame him, the route to my house is very very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;NOT.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to shut taxi drivers up because it's damn rude.&lt;br /&gt;And it gives me a possibility of being kidnapped to a deserted place with no food.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HUNGRY NOW....&lt;br /&gt;This post is quite short, I'm sorry. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I have alot more to talk about but it's 2.43 AM already and I have Choir tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;SO...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115730939938137364?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115730939938137364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115730939938137364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115730939938137364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115730939938137364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/gender-biasness-in-singapore.html' title='Gender biasness in SINGAPORE?!?!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115721442710235626</id><published>2006-09-03T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:27:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post about class gathering... I AM HUNGRY LAR.</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything fun to blog about the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that I got to see my old friends &amp; teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry alumni, but the gathering screwed up big time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get into a fight with anyone,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still going to say this thing that really really annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE MC-ing SUCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because it was too sudden?&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a script, and it wasn't funny, or anything close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA ROCKS BTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115721442710235626?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115721442710235626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115721442710235626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115721442710235626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115721442710235626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-post-about-class-gathering-i-am.html' title='Short post about class gathering... I AM HUNGRY LAR.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115721201783036402</id><published>2006-09-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T08:46:57.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Tan</title><content type='html'>Here's a post for you.&lt;br /&gt;Although it doesn't really say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um, you're not even worthy enough to kiss my ass so why don't you just shut up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; please stop going around tagging random boards of friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I really can't be bothered. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115721201783036402?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115721201783036402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115721201783036402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115721201783036402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115721201783036402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/nicholas-tan.html' title='Nicholas Tan'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115712466483715572</id><published>2006-09-01T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:31:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molested in MRT train.</title><content type='html'>Today is Teacher's Day. And today is also the day I got molested in an MRT train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How ironic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why the shit am I so calm.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S BECAUSE I COMPLAINED TO THE WHOLE WORLD ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;Even my dog knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you girls out there, please take care of yourself on the MRT train.&lt;br /&gt;Especially crowded ones.&lt;br /&gt;Once you feel touched on purpose, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KICK THE PERVERT'S NUTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, embarrass him infront of everybody while making yourself look good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad that I didn't kick him where it hurts most.&lt;br /&gt;Really should've made him an enuch... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what happened was basically I was pushed by&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt; into the train.&lt;br /&gt;His whole body just rammed my back into the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That was STEP 1 of his molest plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed natural, like he was rushing for a very important meeting, like his grandfather's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO, it was part of his disgusting touchass plan. &lt;em&gt;KARNEENARR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his attempt (which succeeded) to squeese me into the jam packed train, he started&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;His hand was at my butt, WHICH IS VERY WEIRD? Considering his height, which is very tall?&lt;br /&gt;I think he is developed in such a way that his hands are extra long so that he can easily touch people's butts.&lt;br /&gt;TSK TSKTSK. His parents really should've just dumped him in the garbage can 25+ years ago.&lt;br /&gt;What a disgrace to mankind. *shakes head profusely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that it was accidental because he didn't seem like the kind that would anyhow touch teenage girls. Moreover, he actually apologised for pushing me into the train!&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am convinced that he was developed to be a potential molester. Look at his ugly nerdy face! It doesn't write even the lettter M of molester on it!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 seconds later, I still couldn't confirm that he was touching me on purpose and I didn't want to make a scene. So I just pushed his hand away.&lt;br /&gt;But the touching just got worse. There were many times when I could feel his fingers "crawling" on my hip.&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed off and I told Grace "that fucking jerk" .&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly she didn't know what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;When the train finally reached the next stop, he SCAMPERED LIKE A GOD DAMN MOUSE OUT OF THE TRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I swear if he were ONE M/S SLOWER, I WILL CRUSH HIS NUTS AND DRAIN HIS BLOOD AND MAKE HIM EAT HIS OWN BALLS. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he were so BLOODY DESPERATE FOR A &lt;strong&gt;FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;, couldn't he just go to FREAKING GEYLANG AND FIND A WHORE?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore seriously DOES NOT NEED &lt;strong&gt;FUCKERS &lt;/strong&gt;LIKE HIM, WHO RANDOMLY PUSH GIRLS INTO JAM-PACKED TRAINS JUST TO MOLEST THEM, AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he know the consequences of molest?! He will be JAILED AND CANED!!&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have the feeling that he knows how to get away with it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bet I'm not the first victim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls around, please protect yourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't be afraid to crush some nuts sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't get it lah! Does touching my ass for 1 minute give him an erupting orgasm?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to call twinkle friend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eh, no that's for primary school students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHA KAO EH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I bet all he has are shrinking peanuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crude language. But I am very very very very very very pissed off now.&lt;br /&gt;I can even boil an egg with my ear!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Never thought such things would happen to me. I thought it would only happen in less-cultured countries. Not that I want to make any examples.&lt;br /&gt;Singapura, OH SINGAPURA, I am so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to clear some misconceptions by the way.&lt;br /&gt;People always think that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only people who wear revealing clothes will get molested&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And that they deserve it because they wear revealing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO?! I WAS WEARING A TSHIRT AND A SKIRT.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't revealing AT ALL?! Maybe a bit of legs. BUT THAT'S ALL.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't ENOUGH TO AROUSE HIM LIKE SIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could've just touched the aunty who wore clothes that had half her boobs hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;HE DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;HE PICKED ME. YOU KNOW WHY?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I AM YOUNG. I LOOK LIKE I CAN BE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF.&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK LIKE I'VE NEVER BEEN MOLESTED AND WILL NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WHEN I DO GET MOLESTED.&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make him impotent.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see him again with that bagpack probably filled with porn, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I WILL MAKE HIM DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARK MY WORDS. FAGGOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115712466483715572?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115712466483715572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115712466483715572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115712466483715572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115712466483715572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/molested-in-mrt-train.html' title='Molested in MRT train.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115703625288177856</id><published>2006-08-31T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:57:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP FORCING ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's not like you dont know the more pressure you put on me the more i'll do the opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO STOP IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DONT NEED SUCH SHIT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115703625288177856?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115703625288177856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115703625288177856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115703625288177856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115703625288177856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-it.html' title='stop it.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115685581237488346</id><published>2006-08-29T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T05:50:12.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random post because i havent been posting a lot</title><content type='html'>tomorrow im celebrating my birthday (again) although i don't feel birthday-ish anymore.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's birthday has really been expensive.&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate the generous gifts from all the groups of people who bothered to pool money to get me something.&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely thank you all for bothering to do all that even though i haven't been a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jumping around over the stupidest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;whether it comes from your heart or whether you just want to get a birthday present back or whether you just got me one because i got you one, i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you guys aren't the closest people to me and you guys bothered. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't think i &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; anything urgently,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really want a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i remember wanting for my birthday was an iPod Nano,&lt;br /&gt;which my brother gave me eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to Winitsuksa Thailand this November hols.&lt;br /&gt;uh, i think i shouldn't be thinking about the trip now,&lt;br /&gt;although i already am (what to wear etc.)&lt;br /&gt;but YEAH, im going and um, my name was last on the list.&lt;br /&gt;number twentyfive (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i need to concentrate on getting good grades !!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10596097.post-115684803057365878</id><published>2006-08-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:40:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no heart.</title><content type='html'>NOT IN LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115684803057365878?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115684803057365878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115684803057365878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115684803057365878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115684803057365878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-heart.html' title='no heart.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115666788921394892</id><published>2006-08-27T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:38:09.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grah!</title><content type='html'>im down with stomachflu for some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again when my stomach stops churning.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway im celebrating my birthday tonight (again) yay (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115666788921394892?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115666788921394892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115666788921394892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115666788921394892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115666788921394892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/grah.html' title='grah!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115656391726300962</id><published>2006-08-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:45:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EARLY MORNING ON MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;"如果我真的开始喜欢你的话, 你会怎么做呢?"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took you a little too long don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have so many things to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like why'd you reply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT GET IT WRONG PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;I AM STILL VERY HAPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's my birthday!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; feel important!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soooooooo love this year =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog about today later.&lt;br /&gt;gotta rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;celebrations celebrations celebrations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115656391726300962?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115656391726300962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115656391726300962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115656391726300962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115656391726300962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/early-morning-on-my-birthday.html' title='EARLY MORNING ON MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115652400140229416</id><published>2006-08-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:40:01.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO I AM 14 AND I LOVE EVERYBODY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY OMGs ARE THERE&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM SO HAPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,&lt;br /&gt;I CAN TYPE 5,635,834,425,241,346,573 OMGs AND MY FINGERS WONT FEEL A THING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHETHER YOU SCREAMED, MSNED, SMSED, TESTIMOMOED, CALLED, WHISPERED, SANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES HAPPY BIRTHDAY YIYIN.&lt;br /&gt;happy my birthday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;on this day at around 2am 14 years ago, i dare say this.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BORN.&lt;br /&gt;hope everybody is happy on this happy day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM GOING TO TREASURE YOU ALL SO MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't wait to celebrate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope i will not look like an ape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA IT RHYMES!&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO POETIC!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, birthday wishes?&lt;br /&gt;OH SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF MY BIRTHDAY WISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;erm erm erm...&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wish...&lt;br /&gt;I WISH THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WISH THAT I WILL BE A BETTER DAUGHTER, SISTER, FRIEND, CLASSMATE, BESTIE, COUSIN, DOG-OWNER, STUDENT &amp; NOT DISAPPOINT ANYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want to say&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sorry&lt;/span&gt; to every single soul i've hurt throughout these fourteen years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i've changed from this to that to this to that and even i'm scared of myself sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im really sorry to the people around me whom i've not treasured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;broken friendships&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and hearts&lt;/strong&gt; that i didn't know how to repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im sorry. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i promise to be a better person from today onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love all of you guys !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115652400140229416?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115652400140229416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115652400140229416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115652400140229416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115652400140229416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-i-am-14-and-i-love-everybody.html' title='HELLO I AM 14 AND I LOVE EVERYBODY'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115651608888035578</id><published>2006-08-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:28:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love twosix ; birthday eve! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;filming the mtv was so god damn fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nicholas, shut up. i am not a catholic. shut up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a super bad actress =/&lt;br /&gt;at least i think i am when i viewed the clips again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystalle teh xin lei fell sick :O&lt;br /&gt;so we didn't celebrate my birthday together&lt;br /&gt;let's celebrate on monday =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;or tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this &lt;strong&gt;birthday eve rocked hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the crew and my stupid male lead actor and those stupid N.G times and that stupid ice kachang hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat at sumo house for dinner&lt;br /&gt;and talked till 9 and diana had to go to church,&lt;br /&gt;although they ended all their activities already.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really discovered stuff i never knew about certain classmates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love twosix !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden different perspective of twosix =D&lt;br /&gt;i'll treasure our last year together, i promise i promise i promise =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the bestest nicest sweetest classmate and i'll stop pmsing i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sorry fion! for being so straightforward last night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im reaaaaaaaaally sorry. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;loooooooooooooooove you people my taidi khakis =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115651608888035578?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115651608888035578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115651608888035578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115651608888035578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115651608888035578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-twosix-birthday-eve-d.html' title='i love twosix ; birthday eve! =D'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115651534222815287</id><published>2006-08-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:15:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>sometimes you're so special&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just take it that im not good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im one confused soul.&lt;br /&gt;when im with you, &lt;u&gt;i want to let go&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be right to hold you tight-&lt;br /&gt;only when you're far away from my touch and my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you're with me, maybe finally&lt;br /&gt;... the cycle will repeat again&amp;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i told you i was a good poet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im too shallow&lt;br /&gt;maybe im too weak&lt;br /&gt;maybe all i see&lt;br /&gt;doesn't match how i speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(i don't know how this makes sense, but it basically contributes to the point in the next paragraph...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all i ever do is leave people hanging by a thread-&lt;br /&gt;and when i cut it with my silent words, they all fall to their death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;b&gt;i made the sweetest girl give up on you&lt;/b&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she'd be the one who'd never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, STUDENTS! Hush hush. =D&lt;br /&gt;What's the keyword in this poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAYBE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anti-climax lah wah laoXxXx.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115651534222815287?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115651534222815287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115651534222815287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115651534222815287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115651534222815287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115597575379059847</id><published>2006-08-21T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:53:10.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some random funny lines..</title><content type='html'>"Posted by MISTERWONG on 8/15/2006 10:27:42 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I had 3 days of life left, I would abduct Denise Keller and rape her&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"guardiangelrae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (7 hours ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gwen stefani taught me how to spell BANANAS&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, it's a bit disorganised.&lt;br /&gt;but YEAH&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yz also said something super hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DRANK INVISIBLE INK BUT I NEVER BECOME INVIBLE LEH&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i laughed my intestines out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115597575379059847?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115597575379059847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115597575379059847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115597575379059847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115597575379059847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-random-funny-lines.html' title='some random funny lines..'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115592270367202128</id><published>2006-08-20T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:49:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is this is joke?</title><content type='html'>darling don't come running to me again.&lt;br /&gt;we were over so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;didn't anyone bother to tell you what a jerk you've been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night.&lt;br /&gt;beware of the monster inside your closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115592270367202128?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115592270367202128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115592270367202128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115592270367202128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115592270367202128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-this-is-joke.html' title='is this is joke?'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115596442190653952</id><published>2006-08-19T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:13:42.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay so about my airconditioner...</title><content type='html'>my house is the haunted house in your nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;just a few days ago, mum wasn't at home&lt;br /&gt;so nobody bothered to repair anything.&lt;br /&gt;basically i had a leaking air-con, a disconnected telephoneline(which leads to a disconnected modem), a permanantly unusable wireless network, a cannot-be-flushed toilet, no yakult to drink, my wall was leaking rust, my divider fell off, my encyclopedias were stuck to my shelf thanks to the leaking air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD DAMN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to stab my neighbour's chicken.&lt;br /&gt;yes i do not know why &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my neighbours HAVE chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SOOOOO WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;they have like, a public farm and everybody feeds their chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRD FLU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;KILL THOSE BIRDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry. world peace&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when mummy came back,&lt;br /&gt;SHE BOUGHT QIPAOS&lt;br /&gt;damn, they were pretty i swear!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna wear 'em next year for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; racialharmony &amp;amp; chinese new year&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, the aircon leaked continually and my encyclopedias were all stuck to my shelf thanks to the water&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't know what to do and i asked mummy and she switched off my aircon&lt;br /&gt;the weather was alright so i thought it would be quite cooling&lt;br /&gt;i was DAMN wrong&lt;br /&gt;i was perspiring like SIAO when i woke up at 3.19 am.&lt;br /&gt;but i was too lazy to do anything so i fell asleep again =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are two kinds of people on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;one actually bothers to do something about the irkful situation&lt;br /&gt;and the other &lt;u&gt;just waits for it to be over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got it right, im the second one in &lt;b&gt;this situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my priority was really to sleep and get it over and done with so that the next day i wouldn't look like a panda&lt;br /&gt;plus sleep is important for history tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it sucked sleeping without aircon&lt;br /&gt;the fan was not helping at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;screw the weather&lt;/i&gt; sunny singapura&lt;br /&gt;it's sunny temperature even at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways my phoneline and aircon's fixed&lt;br /&gt;and my encyclopedias were forced off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;the rest remains the same =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to moveeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115596442190653952?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115596442190653952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115596442190653952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115596442190653952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115596442190653952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-so-about-my-airconditioner.html' title='okay so about my airconditioner...'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115591453917870302</id><published>2006-08-18T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:22:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello! back after ..... a very long time.</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;it is friday august 18th, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my birthday's next saturday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;WOWZA! FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;i'm stb fourteen and and and,&lt;br /&gt;well, not yet legal to do anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;can't drink can't drive cant go to casinos or watch nc 16s.&lt;br /&gt;um, and i am still short and full of zits and my retainers are stuck in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm so sloooooow,&lt;br /&gt;is the new edition of GG out, or did i never notice that it existed?&lt;br /&gt;i pick the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRP IS EFFING OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whisper a prayer dude!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srp turns into the biggest nightmare, when your teacher forces you to work with people who can work (i know, i can't believe i actually said that. nicholas, argh) , but don't bother to work.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the time extension&lt;br /&gt;no thanks actually, my thumbdrive is officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pimples on my stress zone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW. HARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;meishan reminded me today GROWL.&lt;br /&gt;actually a lotta people noticed.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought they were healing,&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C's been flirting with people.&lt;br /&gt;i've been pissed with him since 3 days before literature test.&lt;br /&gt;and after LT, i was convinced that he's a &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;em&gt;im sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he isn't .. but then.&lt;br /&gt;i was cursing him, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;he keeps pulling my patience to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;THE VERY VERY VERY HORRIBLE LIMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genevieve's moving to NEW YORK.&lt;br /&gt;do you know how far that is?&lt;br /&gt;maybe she'll go to one of the themeparks and meet jiejie.&lt;br /&gt;well, she wouldn't even know if she did. so it's kinda random and out of point *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda cool i mean, waking up the next morning and telling yourself that you're going to shop in New York.&lt;br /&gt;There's this song which goes New Yorkkkkkk New YoRkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am seriously so excited about my birthday !!!=D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to RS tomorrow. rah rah rah.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so OVER JL.&lt;br /&gt;JL's like, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;if you noticed my msn nick, doesn't say JL anymore =/&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go read GG =D&lt;br /&gt;time to relieve some stresssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH and my days are working for me&lt;br /&gt;like SH is talking and smiling and YEAH V tooo, like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been REALLLY PARANOID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, my aircon is working crazeeee&lt;br /&gt;um, i'll talk about my traumatising sleep last night tomorrow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115591453917870302?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115591453917870302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115591453917870302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115591453917870302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115591453917870302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-back-after-very-long-time.html' title='hello! back after ..... a very long time.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115565380345909431</id><published>2006-08-15T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:56:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a passing by....</title><content type='html'>ALOHA =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep right now 'cause History's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't wanna fail. =D&lt;br /&gt;I passed math and science! Well, duh. But my marks suck. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY, PLEASE VOTE FOR JONATHAN LEONG TOMORROW OKAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many hearts &amp;amp; kisses,&lt;br /&gt;yiyin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115565380345909431?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115565380345909431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115565380345909431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115565380345909431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115565380345909431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-passing-by.html' title='just a passing by....'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115556146815644011</id><published>2006-08-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T06:17:48.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus Ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've always been like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Being rebellious has always been part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just don't understand why do you keep venting your anger on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when all I've ever done was to reply you with&lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt; a hint of attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And when I can't respond because I would be deemed rude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I felt so helpless &amp;amp; pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't even defend myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I scored the highest for Mother Tongue in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, not really, since &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yusaku&lt;/span&gt; shared the title with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yusaku gets the ugly green font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't it surprising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I bet nobody thought I would score so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love lao shi so much =D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed Science.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, considering the fact that I failed last term.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work hard for Science !&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; a good class next year.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do all I should to get &lt;strong&gt;what I want&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;what I want&lt;/strong&gt; includes an&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; iPod nano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah, and I took &lt;strong&gt;my first bus ride to school in the morning&lt;/strong&gt; TODAY =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's at home and it's a god damn weekday so YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A little pathetic, I mean, I have four cars and I have to take a bus? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just sounded bratty. Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT IT WAS FUN =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY! &lt;strong&gt;The bus ride&lt;/strong&gt; was filled with interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;Like, some guy on the green shuttle bus gave me a battery for my Creative MP3.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I KNOW I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;It's creative.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But hey, YUSAKU SAYS IT'S GOOD TO NOT BUY ANG MOR APPLE STUFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a gig so it's not THAT bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the guy, so like I was fiddling with my mp3 and I saw him with like four batteries so I stared at his batteries for a looooong time.&lt;br /&gt;So he smiled and I smiled and he asked me whether I needed batteries and I said yeah and he gave one to me.&lt;br /&gt;So I happily plonked my batttery into my mp3 and it played "Collide" by Howie =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I owned the english "respond to article" thing.&lt;br /&gt;Quite an achievement, and I earned back my reputation of a good presentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIGHT?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I own stuff like that (debates, responces, blah) because I have &lt;strong&gt;very very very&lt;/strong&gt; strong opinions.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe that Yusaku scored the same marks as I did (which is the highest until now),&lt;br /&gt;I was obviously better?&lt;br /&gt;He just sounded like a jealous pig who is poor and cannot get credit cards...(his article was about the credit card age limit)&lt;br /&gt;OH AND PLUS, he sounded like a communist.&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore me if you want. I'm disgusted anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's coming home tonight so I'll probably get a car ride tomorrow MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEE~~~! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115556146815644011?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115556146815644011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115556146815644011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115556146815644011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115556146815644011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/bus-ride.html' title='The Bus Ride.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115546528115255041</id><published>2006-08-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T03:34:41.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quite random i guess?</title><content type='html'>Hey look&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you're doing it all on purpose but&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit about the people you know&lt;br /&gt;IF you think I'd feel threatened, just 'cause you know some people that maybe has a lot of "power" and you've probably never even seen her,&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you go do chocolate mask and realize that you're just making yourself look desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115546528115255041?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115546528115255041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115546528115255041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115546528115255041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115546528115255041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/quite-random-i-guess.html' title='quite random i guess?'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115545145755586597</id><published>2006-08-13T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:44:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>god music dance</title><content type='html'>it's a cool cool rainy day =D&lt;br /&gt;I've been TRYING SO FREAKIN HARD to connect my computer to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;somebody HAS TO FIX THE GOD DAMN PHONE LINE!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "I shouldn't be alive" on discovery channel just now&lt;br /&gt;there was a part when this guy gave god &lt;strong&gt;the finger&lt;/strong&gt; and started &lt;strong&gt;cursing&lt;/strong&gt; god&lt;br /&gt;asking Him why He has to make life so difficult for him.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he was trapped on a stupid plastic raft, with no food supply, no water supply, no first aid equiptment, no signalling devices,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING,&lt;/span&gt; except 4 other friends, 3 of which died in the later part of the show,&lt;br /&gt;OH AND A FEW DOZENS OF SHARKS in the middle of the atlantic ocean.&lt;br /&gt;then it was really ironic how his friend, Debbie, reacted to the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;she was like "that was the last thing you could do, to curse God, because He was our only hope."&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if God really wanted to help you, why did he allow you to screw up the whole trip in the Atlantic Ocean in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;God's the one people pray to when bad bad bad things happen.&lt;br /&gt;But isn't He the one who makes everything happen in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a religion, but I don't hate God(if he exists) neither did I disrespect Him (note all the capital letter Gs and Hs)&lt;br /&gt;Let's &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;carry on.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt this strong sense of irony once Debbie made that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I woke up at 8am for no reason at all and I look like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;Kor kor's cooking lunch with his girlfriend or something.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting more and more detached from the MTV world.&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the times when I'd recognise all the songs that played on MTV just by listening to their introduction.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the first four beats and I'll sing the whole darn song!&lt;br /&gt;YES. It was THAT kua zhang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was music music music to the point where I used music to mark moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Like during primary 5, when I had a crush on CK it was the "If you're not the one" time.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was in China, it was the S.H.E "hou niao" time.&lt;br /&gt;Music is that powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I used to be in this little child care center called "the little kingdom"&lt;br /&gt;and I used to just cry all day long until the teachers would call my nanny to pick me up after just 10 minutes upon arriving. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I used to sing twinkle twinkle little star when they said their prayers before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I didn't know who we were thanking or why we were thanking.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know it was a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ONLY 2 MAN. two or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe that's why I love dance so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;music's my accomplice for a killer dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115545145755586597?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115545145755586597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115545145755586597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115545145755586597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115545145755586597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-music-dance.html' title='god music dance'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115539542845844308</id><published>2006-08-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T08:10:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! This will be quite a long long post =D oh btw I AM FAT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things to talk about, like how amazed am I at my small mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You see, MY MOUTH IS NOT BIG AT ALL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna check out my retainers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, REAL SIZE!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's the normal size of mouths, but it certainly looks small to me.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, IT LOOKS TINY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, um, so today's RS totally made me FALL IN LOOOOOOOOOOOVE with JL.&lt;br /&gt;JL, is super sweet. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;I just read his blog and I'm convinced that his girlfriend will be the luckiest girlfriend on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my feet trampled on and my ears screamed into.&lt;br /&gt;All these trouble just to listen to a few jokes by DanielO (includes him swearing in public. ah hem. NAR-BEIII) and stone infront of Joakim and Paul. =/&lt;br /&gt;*KARNEENAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I flipped my wardrobe upside down tooo!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find a shirt which didn't make me look fat in, I think it's either the mirror or I'm REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY FAT.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really really fat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; 45kg now! and I AM SO SHORT (like 158.7 hahaha yq). =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my maid casually commented that I gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. I'm going to lose weight man !&lt;br /&gt;Working out tomorrow, anybody wanna accompany meeee?&lt;br /&gt;GEKLIN just ditched me LAR. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm so not pretty now.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy isn't in singapore so I can't go visit dermatologist to get some meds and burn those disgusting bumps on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Hair still sucks, and I need to wait forever(like until december?!) to get my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;My retainers are back and I HAVE to wear them 24/7 HAR.HAR.HAR.&lt;br /&gt;MrDentist was so cute just now! He kept stressing that I HAVEEEE to wear my retainers or my teeth WILL MOVE BACK TO IT'S ORIGINAL POSITION(EWW).&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the mould of my teeth before and after sooooooooooooooooooon =D&lt;br /&gt;Will share it in my blog okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to RS.&lt;br /&gt;There was this really really really b*chy PW manager/organiser.&lt;br /&gt;She totally didn't allow us back in the square when we "OBVIOUSLY" went to the washroom and besides everything(including my famous amos no nut chicolate chip 3 pieces okay!) was with Christabel already?!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was &lt;s&gt;alright&lt;/s&gt;enough that she kept giving us dirty looks, she still told the fatbluemonkey to keep us out of the square(and kept bitching about us)?!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE EXCUSE MUA, I WANT TO STAB YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;I was super super super pissed off, so then me and yq went to the security guard( who was posing with his walky tocky like as if he very cool like that kns)&lt;br /&gt;supposing he would be nice enough to understand our situation( like how hungry I was although i didn't say anything!)&lt;br /&gt;and that fatbluemonkey actually went to hit his(gaurd) stomach(which is fat, i bet he drinks beer everyday at the cheapskate coffeshop in geylang) and he suddenly turned around and said hurtful stuff like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I DONT KNOW WHETHER YOU GUYS WERE THERE JUST NOW OR NOT I CANNOT JUST LET ANYONE IN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omgod like, shut up! He is DRUNK! obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I got pissed and I started to be a BIT rude and then yq just walked in a very "want to fight ah" way. Super scary, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;So we just squeesed through the dumb barriers and got into the square.&lt;br /&gt;Cow eh, stupid PW manager!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully passed JL his PI PA GAO.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll help his voice =D&lt;br /&gt;He looks like those who dares to take pipagao, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I won't go into detail about how I got trampled on, and screamed in by all the scary people there.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I was actually perspiring, when I wasn't even doing anything except dodging screams and trying to find a place to stand on both feet.&lt;br /&gt;The heat, was VERY VERY VERY INTENSE.&lt;br /&gt;It's like Bugis Street, only 10 times worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my retainers make me sound like my tongue's a few inches short.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I WILL FAIL ORAL IF I WEAR RETAINERS DURING ORAL. hhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;But the maximum I'm gonna take my retainers out for is 3 HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm going to sound so chicken. EWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get another copy of Gossipgirl!!!&lt;br /&gt;No bimbotic books to read to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;How boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore should release it's own version of Mean Girls!&lt;br /&gt;Or some bitchy, bimbotic, bizarre chick flick!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a dose of typical High School once in a while, right.&lt;br /&gt;Especially now, there's not even ONE chickflick now showing in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;The one closest to it was my super ex girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;which has the word GIRLFRIEND in it.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it's some middle aged man in love with some middle aged superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;And that man doesn't even have a cute son, or anything close to that to spice up the show.&lt;br /&gt;SIAN LAR KAR NEE NAR WASTE MY MONEY 8 DOLLARS YOU THINK WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hit you with a bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'm a good poet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115539542845844308?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115539542845844308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115539542845844308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115539542845844308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115539542845844308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-this-will-be-quite-long-long.html' title='Hello! This will be quite a long long post =D oh btw I AM FAT!!!!!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115530969642684596</id><published>2006-08-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:21:36.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WAS ABOUT TO BE CONVINCED THAT IM THE SMARTEST PERSON ON EARTH UNTIL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First question of Geography paper :&lt;br /&gt;Air pollution will cause all of these below except...?&lt;br /&gt;a) asthma&lt;br /&gt;b) headache&lt;br /&gt;c) mouth ulcer&lt;br /&gt;d) cough (maybe something else. i don't remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the obvious answer was MOUTH ULCER and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i wrote A BIG FAT UGLY BEEEEEEEE ON MY ANSWER BRACKET.&lt;br /&gt;yay, i have just earned myself "the person with the least common sense" title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screw geography.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya WHATEVER lor KAR NEEE NAR.&lt;br /&gt;everybody is using the word "KAR NEEE NAR" in twosix&lt;br /&gt;like ..... im easily influenced mannnnnnxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have dental appointment at 1045 hours.&lt;br /&gt;to collect my retainers!!! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;And after that i need to return jerald his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;SIAN LAR.&lt;br /&gt;and after that im going to meet yuqing for RS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay jonathan leong rocks yay yay yay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been so fun&lt;br /&gt;in fact, this whole MONTH has been so fun.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine so this whole HALF a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow what the only sucky thing is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE HAS BEEN NO DANCE CLASS THIS WHOLE WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the studio man!&lt;br /&gt;no workout day this week so imma go SWIMMING to release endorphins&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll feel like the weirdest thing on earth =/&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS RS RS RS RS RS RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to songs that basically talks about people breaking up,&lt;br /&gt;the effects of breakup,&lt;br /&gt;the advantages of breaking up,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of breaking up,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of not wanting to break up,&lt;br /&gt;and basically everything except the good side of a break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;UH HUH! CONCLUSION DRAWN. I AM A PESSIMIST.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never EVER felt so screwed in the RLS department.&lt;br /&gt;fishnuts. if i had to choose, i'd rather ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;shut up yiyin. go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115530969642684596?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115530969642684596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115530969642684596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115530969642684596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115530969642684596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-about-to-be-convinced-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115521232146809409</id><published>2006-08-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:18:42.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmygod!</title><content type='html'>i think&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i think i am very &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;there anonymous! i think i am small. happy?&lt;br /&gt;awww. i made somebody happy! i am so happy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just back from bugis&lt;br /&gt;my feet pain =(&lt;br /&gt;because my feet small mar =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cue to laugh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH YOU ALL GET IT A NOT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anonymous? get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah, nevermind =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until anonymous says something that will hurt my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;like "YOU LOOK LIKE A TELETUBBY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that how you spell teletubby?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh shucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i post something EMOTIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everybody who defended me man&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha esp my dahling krystalle whom i forced to defend!&lt;br /&gt;i shall show you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: krystalle krystalle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;k: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: DEFEND MEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     i got flamers!!!:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;k:....... you asked me to tag you to defend you?! DIAO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;   Just ignore them lah. They're not worth caring about what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: yes they areeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: i shall say something touching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: WE ARE ALL HUMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;k: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: defend me lar dahling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;k: what you want me to say? There are like TONS of people defending you liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y: you can say you love me and that i look like fann wong or zoe tay :D:D:D or you can call the anon ugly or soemthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;k: LOL wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so she was touched by my words. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need you to hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've tried again again again again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115521232146809409?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115521232146809409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115521232146809409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115521232146809409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115521232146809409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/ohmygod.html' title='ohmygod!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115514081487181466</id><published>2006-08-10T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:02:20.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUBBISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i heard the keys crinkle&lt;br /&gt;i looked over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's gone.&lt;br /&gt;jiejie's gone.&lt;br /&gt;korkor's gone.&lt;br /&gt;daddy just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;alona's having a lump on her throat.&lt;br /&gt;rusty is whining.&lt;br /&gt;im pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mummy and i miss my jiejie and i miss my korkor.&lt;br /&gt;im so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy went to china this morning at 5 am while i was sleeping and i remember giving her a hug before going back to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;like, the house is so empty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiejie's gone to the states, korkor's doing NS, daddy comes home late at night.&lt;br /&gt;and im going to be home alone with my nanny and rusty until the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and nanny refuses to go to the fucking doctor to get a fucking check up on her throat and i'm so scared that something really bad will happen and i don't want my fucking life to be so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel that rusty is neglected and nobody even gives a shit and they dont even care like i want him to be in my fucking new mansion next year and my mum all she does is go fucking bitching about the dog like it doesnt mean a shit and my dad keeps talking crap about this and that and nothing gets done in the end and i think the only ones who care is korkor and his girlfriend and then it gets fucking screwed up because they might just give rusty to her and then i'd start to diss her and she'll marry my brother and i won't have a life anymore i'll cut myself and grow a beard to scare her or something and lucas gets fucking mad like twice today and i was so annoyed like he didn't have a right to blow up out of a sudden just cause he couldnt beat me it's so immature and im so freaking mad at daddy he just refuses to get the fucking phone line fucking fixed and i keep getting disconnected and some freak like leon would probably think that im trying to get his attention or whatever and im just done with gossipgirl so now i have no book to read and my time management screwed up big time and its 11.30 pm already and i havent even done geog notes fuck geography and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHY PEOPLE LIKE TO CUSS?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srp presentation on some stupid introduction is on friday and i havent even done a single shit and i feel so stupid wasting my time doing all the srp work like i didnt mind being taken advantage of like fuck i hate those people in my group i should've joined jared instead of daryl then at least like now we'd be closer and fuck, whatever, i don't give a shit about all those juniors who keeps dating multiple seniors and satisfying those fucking despos. guess what i don't give a fucking shit and i dont know how many fucking hearts you wanna break until you slit your wrists and go eat &lt;strong&gt;cock&lt;/strong&gt;roaches and realize you all are fat and ugly and should go get a fucking life. and to you all posers around who keeps trying to be cool despite multiple failures? yeah you guys can go to the dead sea and drown yourself then you'd get all the attention in the whole world then you'd be happy huh. and those suck ups and ass kissers can go cut wool from sheeps and those attention whores who slits their wrists all the time, yeah those emo attention whores, posers! go and drink barney's blood for tonic and you can sing along to the sad emo version of the barney song yeah that'd be cool and i'll film you guys and put it on youtube yeah and the fucking reporters from the new paper can make it a fucking big deal like they stripped and smoked pot or whatever when they only sang an emo version of barney's song yeah and the whole world will blog about it and try to get famous while everybody else tries to download the video. and the school will call me a bitch and punish me and expell me like whatever. i am so SICK OF SCHOOL ANYWAY. oh yeah and those fucking fake friends of mine can go fuck off i dont care really, im leaving you guys soon anyway and im so fucking happy i cant believe it man and when i finally get into my triple science double humans i'll give you guys smirks i tried too hard last time and when im with you guys i actually dont feel like i belong like although i was really with you guys we just dont click there's no fucking chemistry i feel like this whole other girl from saturn and you guys just dig all the silly things that i dont give a damn about you guys are despos and you guys basically want the whole world's attention every minute of your life and i wont say anything bad about how you guys look but you guys arent beautiful like really prety or anything so yeah im sorry but your ego is getting 10 times bigger than the biggest asset on your body which definitely are not your brains. there are so many things i wanna say like how im still scared of ghosts and i really dont wanna die and about so many other things that will probably get me sued or soemthing. i have so many stuff i wanna say but you know why i havent been letting anything out? because i dont want to be questioned. im acting like a coward i just dont want to face things but i really cant take this anymore. i dont wanna bitch, and i dont bitch about stuff that do not concern me at all. and all these stuff i say all make a fucking big impact in my life like how coeway stopped talking to me once he got famous and he comes back talking to me now like fogetting what he said the other time and how juanne told cs i thought he was cute the first time i met him just cause she wanted attention from him when when she actually has a boyfriend and now cs just thinks im freaky and how g told josh that i had a crush on him too when i &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; maybe i did but just for a while like for a few seconds what's the fucking big deal, its not like i desperately want a stead to show off to the world you know and my social ladder just shrunk to a pathetic level thanks to all the shitheads around me i dont even go for band practice anymore and all the guys in the whole world think i have crushes on them its fucking ridiculous!!!!!!! and yeah if you're one of the asses that's trying to tell me to shut up cause im whining and im ugly and i dont have a life and that im pathetic, guess what? id ont give a shit so why dont you just drop dead? go check out my freaking archives and see if i ever behaved like this before and how cool i handled critism. oh yeah better not cause if you do, you'd fall for me. fuck you. i dont even care and to those perverts who keep adding me on msn, yeah you guys suck all you guys ever do, is to prey on innocent girls and ask for sex. you freaking sex maniacs i bet you guys stare at your fucking ugly small dicks all day long in the mirror and eating tongkat ali trying to enlarge it and do like dick augmentation or seomthing, point is if you need a slut, dont find it on friendster or wholivesnearyou GO TO FUCKING GEYLANG and stop harrassing KIDS LIKE ME I AM A KID WITH SELF RESPECT I DONT FUCK CHEE KO PEKS OR UGLY RANDOM TEENAGERS you guys just turn the cyber space RA like once you're on the internet, PORN. you know you sick guys exist thats why there are so many porn pop ups everywhere and porn sites and porn this porn that oh yeah and to those chicks with dicks who harrassed the poor kid at the hdb block, FUCK YOU UGLY WHORES. and to those people who keep screwing their lives up with fugly grades, please freaking buck up! why are you guys screwing up papers? do you guys need help? do some shit about it! if you tried, its alright. but all you ever think of is i am nt book smart but i am street smart so i rock. STOP MAKING EXCUSES FOR YOURSELVES. what do you guys wanna do? go to ite and after that just continue wroking for people or your gang your lao da whatever! make your existance a must and a need, not another passing teenager. and yarh there are very smart kids like my bro who scored 3 A1s and probably failed 3 too, at least he bothers to try to get a fucking degree and do some fucking business and live an eventful life. and you know what i love the pearl the book is fascinating. oh yeah and happy national day singapore i think the parade was so boring despite the really fun people in it like xuan and kat but yeah whatever man. i love singapore so much.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i typed so much. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going shopping, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall sing a westlife song&lt;br /&gt;an emppty street&lt;br /&gt;an empty house&lt;br /&gt;a hole inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;im all alone&lt;br /&gt;the rooms are getting smaller&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where they are&lt;br /&gt;the days we had&lt;br /&gt;the songs we sang together&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my love&lt;br /&gt;im holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;reaching for a love that seems so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say a little prayer and hope my dreams will take me there&lt;br /&gt;where the skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;to see you once again my love&lt;br /&gt;over dreams and coast to coast to find the something i love the most&lt;br /&gt;where the hills are green&lt;br /&gt;to see you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;to promise you my love&lt;br /&gt;to tell you from the start&lt;br /&gt;you're what im thinking of&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;boyfriend,&lt;/s&gt; we need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i typed different parts of these at different times.&lt;br /&gt;some when im angry, some when im really really sad.&lt;br /&gt;i actually cried halfway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115514081487181466?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115514081487181466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115514081487181466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115514081487181466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115514081487181466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/rubbish.html' title='RUBBISH'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115509284004983198</id><published>2006-08-09T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:28:30.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very long entry, ps parties, guitars, concerts, tests</title><content type='html'>Yooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;it is nine thirty four eh ehm &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; i am awake! =D&lt;br /&gt;i slept super early last night cause i was DAMN pissed with the computer&lt;br /&gt;the stupid phone line screwed everything up &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;nobody bothers to fix it because nobody uses the phone!&lt;br /&gt;damn it and then i'm using the phone line for the modem and nobody gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald lent me his guitar manxxxzxzxzxzxzx&lt;br /&gt;I can play &lt;strong&gt;dammit&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;wake me up when september ends &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; i'm learning qing tian right now but i can't get the freaking notes right and my fingers have ugly blisters all over them.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT YOU METAL STRINGS.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not getting a guitar anymore!&lt;br /&gt;POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I can play like&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 20 songs&lt;/span&gt; on jerald's classical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I haven't been updating since last friday, or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's been eventful yeah uh plus the connection sucked.&lt;br /&gt;So ehm, I'll start from last Saturday! Yayee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday 5/8/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Basically I went poolside partying at Terri's condominium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bikinis, babes, hunks, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I brought my science there to study which was quite retarded but HEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a freaking good student who freaking wants good grades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, to hell with the imaginery rules man. I WANT TRIPLE SCIENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met cuties Nicholas &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; Brandon, terri's little cousins from overseas.&lt;br /&gt;um, i think 4 years and 6 years old respectively.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MAN THEY WERE SO CUTE !!!&lt;br /&gt;Super smartasses, brandon's primary 5 in singapore and he's only 6.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas can be an actor next time, serious. Plus the super cute factor.&lt;br /&gt;They're BOTH in talent classes in america.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, MY KIDS SHALL BE REALLLLLLY SMART TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I sucked at swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Not the technique, just the speed.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU SWIMMING POOOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;hardyharhar.&lt;br /&gt;So then we held hands in the pool and put our heads underwater to see who could stay underwater the longest.&lt;br /&gt;Now that was something I was GREAT at.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I mean great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan got up first so we made her do hiphop by the poool in her bikini &lt;em&gt;yipee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Jess got up so we got her to do a timtam cheer&lt;br /&gt;and then Jess got up AGAIN so she had to do the dislocation thing.&lt;br /&gt;all the barbeque people on the OTHER SIDE were lookin' over.&lt;br /&gt;FREE SHOW LOR. HEHEHAHAHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;We basically played super lame games like CATCHING ! EWW. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;cause it was still early, like 5pm?? and the food wasnt here so no partying yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked and cracked lame shit at the jacuzzi until finally the food was here yummy&lt;br /&gt;and nicholas and brandon came dashing towards the pool with their float board&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people started reaching and i lost track of time&lt;br /&gt;or whatever it's called. a lifeboard?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasted the radio, food rocked, music rocked, people rocked, life rocked.&lt;br /&gt;We danced, swimed, talked, ate, swimed, danced, talked, ate.&lt;br /&gt;Super fun, left after discussing what to wear the next day&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooooooooooooooha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cabbed home at 11pm and dropped dead on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 6/8/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woke up for lunch feeling a little weird without all the water pressure around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered I haven't studied a shit for science so I grabbed my science crap to study&lt;br /&gt;and reality hit me like a meteor did on earth, basically destroyed my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I figured I left all my textbooks, workbooks, practical books in school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew I was in deep shit, so I dug out my assesment and guide book and started doing notes.&lt;br /&gt;My 3 hours of hard work paid off, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so thankful for anderson portal and its iLearn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 4.30 I left for dinner + concert.&lt;br /&gt;Met terri, xuan, jiehui, bernice, huimin for dinner&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA WAS LATE hahahahaahha&lt;br /&gt;and katherine too.&lt;br /&gt;We danced a little @ &lt;strong&gt;studio&lt;/strong&gt; before the kids started coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teamed up with jiamin, veron, xinyi and we had to take care of 8 kids.&lt;br /&gt;littlekaywen, littledarryl, littlegeraldine, littleroxanne, littlejuliana, and three other littles i forgot their names =.= im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they were alll super cute and they all called me jiejie in that "iloveyouyourfamily" tone.&lt;br /&gt;gives me the feeling of being a real elder sister, which is really reallly coool.&lt;br /&gt;hawheeehooo i love the kids yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was at &lt;strong&gt;victoria's CH&lt;/strong&gt; and there was jazz, contemp, pointe, classical &amp; chinese dances yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durng the interval I went to see the kids and we started talking about school, hobbies, blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;and they asked me weird questions like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why are your eyes brown when your hair is black?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why do you like to sleep?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why your nails so long?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why you don't want to sit at the back with us?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDS ARE SO ADORABLE LAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told them about my rebellion during primary school,&lt;br /&gt;told them about ugly teachers.&lt;br /&gt;and basically a lot of irrelevent things that didn't answer their question.&lt;br /&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"why you don't like your teachers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"because they are ugly lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"then why do you like to sleep?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"because sleep don't need to see ugly people lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; I felt super accomplished cause they all loved me and i loved them and we sang the barneysong together NEH NI NEH NI POO POO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed home at 11.45pm. dropped dead on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday 7/8/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a) SCIENCE TEST AND CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I PASSED YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) cabbed home with jerald and someguyiforgothisnamesorry !&lt;br /&gt;jerald owes me A LOT OF MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Kelicia insists that she has long legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATION IN THE EARLY MORNING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEACH CLEANUP IN THE LATE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED my super ex girlfriend at cine with YUQING and it sucks it is not nice at all made me yawn like 392573485613571 times during the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are tired.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so here's an excerpt from yuqing's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, on the way home ( on MRT ), i saw this couple with this pretty little girl, probably 3 years old, and their little baby. Its a caucasian ( spell? ) guy and a chinese girl ( though i think that the girl looks like a malay but yiyin insisted that she is chinese. Ohwells. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so, weird. They don't even behave like couple. They behave so strange-ly. Not weird that strange but stranger kind strange.That girl laughed, looking at the guy but the guy just looked away with a look on his face that read : Sigh, what am i doing here when i can be screwing that hot babe?!Or something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're together only because they have children together or something. But anyhow they look too young to be parents.&amp;amp; They're taking MRT! I mean, if you're planning to have children and everything you should have plans to get a car for convenience sake or something, no? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, anyway i'm outside the whole picture so yeah, just some personal opinions =/ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the same thing. Study time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115509284004983198?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115509284004983198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115509284004983198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115509284004983198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115509284004983198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-long-entry-ps-parties-guitars.html' title='a very long entry, ps parties, guitars, concerts, tests'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115479062976338355</id><published>2006-08-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:10:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE FOR THE CAMERA!</title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY =D&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy that i bought 200grams of prestige chocolates =D&lt;br /&gt;do you know that costs like...... a lot of moneyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1219.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPYYYYYYYY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/Photo-1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/Photo-1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I AM BRACE FACE NO MORE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/Photo-1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I HAVE THE NICEST SMILE IN THE UNIVERSE !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know i know =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUG MUG MUG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115479062976338355?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115479062976338355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115479062976338355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115479062976338355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115479062976338355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/smile-for-camera.html' title='SMILE FOR THE CAMERA!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115452648965645272</id><published>2006-08-02T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T06:48:09.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>I think I'm being super guai.&lt;br /&gt;I already did history, geography, maths, science.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think the school's common tests system is super screwed up&lt;br /&gt;i have THREE freaking tests on monday!&lt;br /&gt;COW EH how gay lah knn chicken pie&lt;br /&gt;think very funny is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my guitar manxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;COOLIO =D&lt;br /&gt;damn it i am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i have this DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESGUSTING RASH ON MY thigh&lt;br /&gt;damn cheekoh okay that rash&lt;br /&gt;IT LOOKS A BIT LIKE THIS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/yiyin%27shotleg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is damn gross i feel like amputating it D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's mathetmatics. Screw maths lah.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I'M GONNA PASS ACTUALLY.&lt;br /&gt;IM SICK OF THAT BIG FAT UGLY F9 ON MY REPORT CARD MANX.&lt;br /&gt;F9F9F9F9F9F9F9F9 I SWEAR IF I SEE IT AGAIN I WILL TURN EMO AND CUT MY WRISTS AND PAINT MY GUITAR BLACK AND DO MY NAILS BLACK AND CALL MY DOG EMODOG MY ROOM EMOROOM MY HAIR WILL COVER HALF MY FACE I WILL CRY WHEN IM SAD IM HAPPY IM ANNOYED I WILL ONLY CRY AND STAB PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest effyninny, leave me alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about my new guit &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the chongfu gathering =D&lt;br /&gt;yay i wanna see my dahlings! =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115452648965645272?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115452648965645272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115452648965645272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115452648965645272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115452648965645272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115441924646151158</id><published>2006-08-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:00:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wah lao i think i damn clever lah never borrow geog book still can happily go home and study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmi-wgn7539ny3c8cvbq35hq64q346w346q34q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115441924646151158?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115441924646151158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115441924646151158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115441924646151158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115441924646151158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115426806823348158</id><published>2006-07-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:01:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello just a short little update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i am currently having severe headaches, heartaches AND muscleaches.&lt;br /&gt;bless me, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) new skin coming up, this skin is trashy MAAAAANX&lt;br /&gt;i just did it anyhow cause i was bored with the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) anyways, i dont think i'll be going to school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;maybe only for the SRP presentation, then i'm gonna go see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) DnT exams are like, the day after tomorrow. POOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) i've got pretty dvds to watch, eight below's one of em. YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) and um, blah* just cleared ONE misunderstanding but dont think imma continue waiting for a shit&lt;br /&gt;sayonara hun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) ballet today was ALRIGHT, kinda awkward still, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;im taking things easy, um, studio lighting sucks by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) i've been craving for ice cream nowadays but like.... i think my brain is gonna crash and die.&lt;br /&gt;headaches headaches headaches.&lt;br /&gt;if anything happens to me, please take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid i have cancer/tumour/brain infection.&lt;br /&gt;i might become retarded.&lt;br /&gt;im scared. i don't wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;im convinced that half of my head is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115426806823348158?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115426806823348158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115426806823348158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115426806823348158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115426806823348158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-just-short-little-update-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115425874952560334</id><published>2006-07-30T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:25:49.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>you crept into my wastepaper basket unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;buried under all my used tissue paper, ben&amp;jerry icecream box, used contact lens, used floss, disgusting mints, irritating english homework, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;charlie,&lt;/span&gt; my pet roach.&lt;br /&gt;have fun hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've let go...&lt;br /&gt;have you?&lt;br /&gt;i guess...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our switch tripped.&lt;br /&gt;won't ever be switched on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's gonna be my torch ? :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115425874952560334?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115425874952560334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115425874952560334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115425874952560334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115425874952560334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115418730301178188</id><published>2006-07-29T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:35:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abstract</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/Photo-1185.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody know what this is.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prizez for guessin' it right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115418730301178188?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115418730301178188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115418730301178188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115418730301178188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115418730301178188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/abstract.html' title='abstract'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115418682458501263</id><published>2006-07-29T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:27:04.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>benandjerry's , and other small things.</title><content type='html'>loooooook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/Photo-1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/200/Photo-1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's that wonderful, delightful, delicious, fascinating, beautiful ben&amp;jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough icecream&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/200/Photo-1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and i finished the whole cup on this rainy afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHIOCK  LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAAT MAN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY NEW FOUND LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115418682458501263?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115418682458501263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115418682458501263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115418682458501263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115418682458501263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/benandjerrys-and-other-small-things.html' title='benandjerry&apos;s , and other small things.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115414633013718546</id><published>2006-07-29T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:12:30.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grah!</title><content type='html'>ON&lt;br /&gt;OFF&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;OFF&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;OFF&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;OFF&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;OFF&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SICK OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;forget it man, just forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115414633013718546?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115414633013718546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115414633013718546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115414633013718546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115414633013718546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/grah.html' title='grah!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115408230536214851</id><published>2006-07-28T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:25:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napfa, Thinking that I'm crazy, Saltwater</title><content type='html'>I got gold for napfa&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be really happy but im super tired to have any emotion&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my tone sounds dead.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking home and the rain just stopped&lt;br /&gt;then i felt the breeze, saw the pretty clouds, smelt the afterrain and loved the afterglow.&lt;br /&gt;everything complicated slipped off my mind for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Damn it lah the air con's not working..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love love attraction love attraction thing is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drank saltwater. IT TASTED LIKE SEA WATER.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE NEW WATER ACTUALLY.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115408230536214851?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115408230536214851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115408230536214851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115408230536214851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115408230536214851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/napfa-thinking-that-im-crazy-saltwater.html' title='Napfa, Thinking that I&apos;m crazy, Saltwater'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115401200332823739</id><published>2006-07-27T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:53:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think im nuts.</title><content type='html'>i don't feel any attraction anymore.&lt;br /&gt;after that day &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we thought we were more than&lt;em&gt; friends&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;is this my idea of &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;am i just in for the &lt;em&gt;chase&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;why am i always backing out when things are finally &lt;em&gt;predictable&lt;/em&gt;..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions, not one answer.&lt;br /&gt;might as well stab myself for being such a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am confused.&lt;br /&gt;yay its finally my turn to be confused over such dumb thingos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe im really the one who keeps giving false hopes........?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115401200332823739?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115401200332823739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115401200332823739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115401200332823739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115401200332823739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-im-nuts.html' title='I think im nuts.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115392674890399680</id><published>2006-07-26T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:12:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf</title><content type='html'>I'm damn scared okay!&lt;br /&gt;It's scary enough that my life is going to turn into a cut up drama film.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's like I'm worse than an actress!! I don't even know the plot, the ending, or even what the shit is happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk, I'm damn scared til the end of my toenails.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that in the end, I'm the one she's talking about and not her.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT THIS IS CONFUSING.&lt;br /&gt;EH I JUST WANT A SIMPLE LIFE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality, reality, when are you gonna hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm nuts. This is like the fourth post, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115392674890399680?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115392674890399680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115392674890399680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115392674890399680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115392674890399680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/wtf.html' title='Wtf'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115391110179784037</id><published>2006-07-26T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:51:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama.</title><content type='html'>Omg I know I already posted TWICE TODAY but I just learnt about some super dramatic shit.&lt;br /&gt;Now even ballet is filled with drama, I feel so damn suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;How do you &lt;strong&gt;spell &lt;/strong&gt;suffocated? Ah, &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Is. Not. Supposed. To. Be. Stressful.&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear, it ISN'T.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore, I guess. Caring too much makes me a paranoid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I still love dance, I love the people there, I love the small studio that brings everybody together.&lt;br /&gt;I like it that we complain about everything together just for the sake of complaining because life is just not so perfect sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;And I really dont want this little second family I have to be divided in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why it was SO DAMN AWKWARD ON SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I couldnt breathe properly, I couldn't do perfect barwork, couldn't laugh as usual and everybody was being weird.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the last to know!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I think I really love my ballet mates (:&lt;br /&gt;and I really hope that there wouldnt be such drama anymore...&lt;br /&gt;at least I hope it wouldn't continue.&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is turning into effing HIGHSCHOOL where drama is unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks a lot, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the studio,&lt;br /&gt;make it a better place (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MUST GO FOR DANCE NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!! ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115391110179784037?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115391110179784037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115391110179784037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115391110179784037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115391110179784037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/drama.html' title='Drama.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115390966505798045</id><published>2006-07-26T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:27:45.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED MAN</title><content type='html'>COMMON TESTS ARE NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to screw up &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt; seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i think i'll screw up oral cause ______ probably hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;she started some damn big drama about me not being a GOOD GIRL LIKE IM SUPPOSED TO BE, just cause i did graphs during her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some big shit huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came to my table and snatched my graphs away and i didnt give a damn&lt;br /&gt;then i started scribbling the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"rebellious"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all over my handbook even though i knew i'd probably get into some serious shit&lt;br /&gt;i purposely secretly paid attention but acted like im some heck care drop out&lt;br /&gt;then she asked us to do some self reflection thing on what kinda writer we were&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking &lt;em&gt;"whattheheck. im aggresive lah want to fight ah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then before i could grab my pen properly she took my paper away&lt;br /&gt;=.=" ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;then she started her&lt;em&gt; "hey yiyin is something wrong with you blah are you even paying attention blahblah disappinted blah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was all "shit.i wanted to write and she took my paper away. then she accuses me of not writing anything and being disappointing?"&lt;br /&gt;afterwards she passed me my graphs and she said &lt;em&gt;i was supposed to be a good girl and blahblah not even say sorry? blahblah no courtesy blahblahblah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got damn pissed cause it was ridiculous how she forced me to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;and i got reminded of that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mrs ong thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i started glaring at her&lt;br /&gt;and she made me say sorry EFFING TWICE OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like she's trying to make me put down all my pride or what.&lt;br /&gt;COW EH.&lt;br /&gt;hate it when grown ups start their disgusting shit about respect.&lt;br /&gt;you want my respect you effing EARN IT, don't piss me off with all your big trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so anyway, i've been doing constant revision&lt;br /&gt;hope i'll get very very very good grades.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously want my triple sciences, you know!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally woke up man, no more kidding around and bothering about small gay things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh shit. does that mean... &lt; / 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115390966505798045?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115390966505798045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115390966505798045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115390966505798045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115390966505798045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/stressed-man.html' title='STRESSED MAN'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115390812081246417</id><published>2006-07-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:02:00.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Czech tip</title><content type='html'>Some cool shit from Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/P1010045e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/P1010045e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/P1010044e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/P1010044e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top ones are biscuits&lt;br /&gt;and the bottom ones are sanitary pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how confusing ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115390812081246417?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115390812081246417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115390812081246417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115390812081246417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115390812081246417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/czech-tip.html' title='Czech tip'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115357759196541369</id><published>2006-07-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:13:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from partying , survey again ...lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETTY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopes and dreams, fears and frustrations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is on fire, what things do you try to save in what order?&lt;br /&gt;-I try to save water to save my house. Maybe save my dog to help save my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comet will destroy the Earth in 1 week, how do you spend your last days?&lt;br /&gt;-Skipping school, cursing the comet, eating, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could switch bodies and lives with anyone on earth who and why?&lt;br /&gt;-Superman. So I can destroy the comet and save my dog, and prbably the rest of the world unknowingly. Then people will start to worship me and I will be known as Super Yiyin for the coming million years of civilisation. I'll be more famous then Elvis. How cool maaaaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can invite 5 celebrities to a party, who you gonna invite?&lt;br /&gt;-Brandon Routh, to steal his superman costume. Jonathan Leong, Tay Ping hui, Joakim and Shawn lee. I don't know why. Geee, maybe it's because they're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get an all expenses paid weeks vacation anywhere, where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;-North pole, to melt the ice. Hur. Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was HOT like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won a 100 mil lottery, what do you do with all that money?&lt;br /&gt;-Save it in my bank. Then go around scaring people with my bankbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could read minds, who's mind would you want to snoop around in?&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody in particular. Maybe Bush, then I might have a chance to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were offered immortality would you take it?&lt;br /&gt;-No? If everybody else I know is in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you want to accomplish with your life.&lt;br /&gt;-Studying. And then saving the world from a comet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one thing you'd like to change about your body or looks.&lt;br /&gt;-GROW TALLER. Superman is 6 feet +++ lor. Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how about your personality?&lt;br /&gt;-I like my personality. Wait.... what IS my personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be the best in the world at something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-Maths. Then people will stop trying to cheat my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can meet anyone from history, who would you like to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;-Dinosaurs. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A genie grants you three wishes, what do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;-A lot more wishes too much to use up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115357759196541369?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115357759196541369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115357759196541369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115357759196541369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115357759196541369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-partying-survey-again-lol.html' title='Back from partying , survey again ...lol'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115347623765109563</id><published>2006-07-21T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:34:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>racialharmonydaytodayyay</title><content type='html'>YEAH MANNNNNXxx TODAY WAS RACIAL HARMONY DAY&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my outfit up this morning ROAR&lt;br /&gt;cause the baju kurung was soooooooo translucent right, so i wore my PE shirt under it&lt;br /&gt;then it looked so WRONG =(&lt;br /&gt;like an anderson brand baju kurung or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Sars had a greeen Indian costume so I wore it&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1128%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. I LIKE TODAY A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY LOOKED SO PRETTY PLEASE =)&lt;br /&gt;i like preeeeeeeeeeetty days ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During recess, i attempted to play chapteh but I failed miserably =(&lt;br /&gt;HARHARHAR. My highest record was like TWO TIMES IN A ROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATHETIC, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But I still got participation points for my class =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is so inspiring! almost the whole of twosix wore really really nice ethnic outfits =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/classphotoroar%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*click to enlarge =D&lt;br /&gt;i look screwed but whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how much i love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-0207ilovetheworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DAMN I JUST KICKED MY PHONE OFF MY CPU!&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115347623765109563?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115347623765109563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115347623765109563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115347623765109563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115347623765109563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/racialharmonydaytodayyay.html' title='racialharmonydaytodayyay'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115347910599490292</id><published>2006-07-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:51:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have spilt personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sweet mean kind vulgar innocent impatient stupid clever aggresive studious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know who i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit everyone. go jump the block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather poetic suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I hear you right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I thought you said we might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just three days ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you give me a fright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked at my phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I held it tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though you've let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I held on with all my might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps they were never whispering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The power of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has always been deceiving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waved goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like cold hard steel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep inside still bleeding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart wouldn't heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made things seem so easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When in fact they made me dizzy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to clear up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But things remained messy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll stop thinking you're hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, I shit you not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be my best buddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just promise you'd call me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH MAN I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made everything up on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke up early this morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I drank my juice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wore my PE tshirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which was kinda loose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brain wouldn't work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause my phone didn't ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat and waited for your call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long for NOTHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stayed at my seat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked at the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wondered why everybody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was making so much sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be a poet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115347910599490292?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115347910599490292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115347910599490292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115347910599490292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115347910599490292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-i-have-spilt-personality.html' title='I think I have spilt personality'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115347111124285282</id><published>2006-07-21T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:38:31.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Leong ROAR!</title><content type='html'>COW EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JONATHAN LEONG&lt;/span&gt; IS THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOTTEST&lt;/span&gt; SI CONTESTANT!&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YAY =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115347111124285282?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115347111124285282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115347111124285282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115347111124285282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115347111124285282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/jonathan-leong-roar.html' title='Jonathan Leong ROAR!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115338531700638969</id><published>2006-07-20T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:48:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jerk #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with being all dramatic, thinking you're the funniest guy on earth, having the biggest ego and acting like somebody you're not?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking disppointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;Infront of me, you're all &lt;s&gt;nice&lt;/s&gt; ALRIGHT and then when you're with people like Jerk #2, you become the most disgusting creature I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;You're fake right up to the last bit of molecule.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? No life because I actually do my homework?&lt;br /&gt;And I meant &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; since I'm the only one who does homework in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recall "But I'm always the one doing homework here after school!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't have a life. Maybe that's why you've never topped any subjects at all (not to mention fail many) and when you do, your teacher thinks you're the biggest disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;Go screw yourself. LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you read my blog yet you don't realize I actually have a life 13856381571751 times more exciting than yours. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerk #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to really be with her, it would be like a flower planted on a piece of cow dung. The poo is you, in case your ego blocks your mind so much that you don't notice.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember doing anything negative to you, not even hurling an insult.&lt;br /&gt;So "FUCK YOU, BITCH." right in your face now.&lt;br /&gt;You are soooooooooooooo pathetic, trying to get cheap thrills from throwing an insult at me every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, you were the one who asked for my number first. So yeah, you're the world's biggest moron ever. Go jump the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerk #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly a jerk. But you hung up on me. And you said I was scary. So forget it. I don't love you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the whole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate guys who have egos bigger than what? The entire universe? It's like, they become something else to look good, or funny, infront of their friends. And that sucks, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking wrong to make fun of somebody in their faces. &lt;em&gt;Sorry Rohit, I'm sorry I laughed.&lt;/em&gt;  I don't know how this society is functioning, when calling people names actually equals to laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's been too long since I got insulted, so I'm fucking pissed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, angry, hungry, tired, heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will boys grow up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super angry now. I'll post something better when I'm less pissed. Maybe Iwon't even post at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115338531700638969?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115338531700638969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115338531700638969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115338531700638969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115338531700638969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/jerks.html' title='Jerks.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115331667089358993</id><published>2006-07-19T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T06:44:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day.</title><content type='html'>Pradeep:  HAHAHAHAHA! Rohit doesn't know what's the Grand Canyon. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganghao: *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiyin: Huh? Is it a waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pradeep: OHMYGOD GRAND CANYON IS A WATERFALL? IT'S A VALLEY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiyin: Huh? It sounds like a bomb shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pradeep: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *proceeds to tell the whole class about it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115331667089358993?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115331667089358993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115331667089358993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115331667089358993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115331667089358993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115319138905650327</id><published>2006-07-18T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:32:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>i am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;i think im in love again.&lt;br /&gt;shit im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;shut up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do a survey! YEAH MAN so interesting right!&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg friendster got a lot of pretty girls =D&lt;br /&gt;okay random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And now, a useless survey about me. YAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL IN SINGLISH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essentials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cook? To what extent?&lt;br /&gt;-I can cook very well okay! I can cook fried eggs and pao pao mian =D very very well. And I can cook until the egg yolk doesn't flow out but its watery and the egg white is crusty. Behold the power of Yiyin! Worship me. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brand 's soap do you use to wash your hands&lt;br /&gt;-I don't use soap to wash my hands leh. Mostly some random soap from the toilet lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had cod liver oil?&lt;br /&gt;-NO. LIVER? OIL? NO? NO NOT REALLY! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your favorite backpack?&lt;br /&gt;-Hot pink, Black, White. The new Ripcurl backpack lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won a raffle, lottery, contest, scholarship, etc?&lt;br /&gt;-I got the most improvement cheque for PSLE. No more. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many nationalities are represented in your ethnic background?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh um, im 1/6 japanese (explains my fairness and not nice tteeth), 1/6 korean (explains my chubby cheeks and sharp nose), 1/6 african (explains my black hair HAHAHA), 1/6 cambodian (explains my thinness), 1/6 american (explains my lips), 1/6 China chinese (explains everything).&lt;/span&gt; WAH LAO IM PURE CHINESE LAH. But my ancestors are all over China. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;-Very very often. At the slightest joke. Like now, I'm laughing nonstop to my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get your haircut?&lt;br /&gt;-Not very often. No money lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you collect?&lt;br /&gt;-AWWW. I COLLECT THE STARS IN YOUR EYES YOUR FATHER STEALS FROM THE SKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your favorite natural scene:&lt;br /&gt;-When my prince on a ferarri gives me a 10 carat diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time would you rather go to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;-When there's no sun, if I just wanna laze around and get my thoughts right by myself. But if I wanna go on blading and cycling madness, of course in the afternoon lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want one of the home makeover TV shows to do a room of your house?&lt;br /&gt;-YEAH. Do my room of course. It looks like shit (thanks to me. yay) . I can't wait to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most advanced math course you've taken and passed?&lt;br /&gt;-What? New South Wales? When I was 13? Lol so LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What animal do you find most annoying?&lt;br /&gt;-I love all animals lah. Even skunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a specific type of shoe you wear ALOT?&lt;br /&gt;-Eh, no. I am so poor no shoes lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the mall? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;-I LOVE IT MAN. Because can buy shoes lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many radio stations do you listen to? (AM/FM)&lt;br /&gt;-I listen to all radio stations. Even Gold 90 FM. Because my maid listens to it all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you subscribed to any other system of belief than your current one?&lt;br /&gt;-No. I believe in myself. ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still use "floppy disks"?&lt;br /&gt;-NO? OMG. MY COMPUTER NO DISKETTE PLACE ALREADY IF NOT I WILL STILL BE USING HAHAHAHAHA. Eh damn cheap leh. Lost also nevermind one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most vintage possession?&lt;br /&gt;-Gold rose earrings. From my mother. I LOVE MY MOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take supplements?&lt;br /&gt;-No. I eat fruits. HAHAHA no constipation man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you do most of your grocery shopping?&lt;br /&gt;-NTUC, with my mother. I told you I love her already wad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What car do you drive? Is it your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have a dream car. Waiting for my prince to buy me a ferarri. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intentions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be buried?&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna be buried at the Kranji War Memorial leh. HAHAHA KIDDING. I wanna be cremated and be placed with everyone that's related to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest personal dream?&lt;br /&gt;-My dog living for another 80 years. And my other dog to come back home, mummy misses you =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your highest career ambition?&lt;br /&gt;-Bring my family business overseas. Do stock market and be the next millionaire. Study law. And keep everybody's mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to invent?&lt;br /&gt;-Pills that cure and prevents cancer, and all other scary diseases except aids. Because it teaches people not to abckstab your wife and fuck around. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to write a book about?&lt;br /&gt;-Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the world do you want to change?&lt;br /&gt;-Stop being so rich when you know you can't take care of the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to live?&lt;br /&gt;-Japan, got a lot of chiobu no need go friendster already lol. Alaska? Maybe. But I think good old Singapore still rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;-When I have become top 100 richest people in the world at the age of 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go for a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;-North pole. You bring me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to meet?&lt;br /&gt;-Polar bears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to help?&lt;br /&gt;-Everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the above, what do you want to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;-I want to live the happiest life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Survey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115319138905650327?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115319138905650327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115319138905650327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115319138905650327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115319138905650327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115312863775573346</id><published>2006-07-17T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:30:37.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wha lao eh</title><content type='html'>turns out everybody got asked to be a model before, pretty or not.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115312863775573346?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115312863775573346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115312863775573346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115312863775573346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115312863775573346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/wha-lao-eh.html' title='wha lao eh'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115297194608382429</id><published>2006-07-15T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T06:59:06.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH MAN I FEEL PRETTY (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking towards orchard emerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether i was interested in being filmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a commercial/advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woohoooooooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously thought he was gonna ask me to donate some money for some disabled children organization or somethin'&lt;br /&gt;then when he asked me whether i was interested in being covergirl i almost puked my lunch and died . of shock.&lt;br /&gt;like, really! i "HUH-ed" so loudly until the guy giving out broshures at the escalator stopped and stared at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;me? commercial? advertisement? covergirl? i want to laugh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i really wanted to laugh because i was very &lt;em&gt;shuang&lt;/em&gt; that somebody thought that i could be a model.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. it must be my jeans!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY JEANS! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at home, i was happily tellling mummy and korkor about it but they kept insisting that it's just a stupid scam which tries to cheat little kids.&lt;br /&gt;i want to stab somebody!!&lt;br /&gt;OMGAH.&lt;br /&gt;RAHRAHRAHRHARHARHARHARHARHRHARHAHRAHRHARHARAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115297194608382429?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115297194608382429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115297194608382429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115297194608382429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115297194608382429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-man-i-feel-pretty.html' title='YEAH MAN I FEEL PRETTY (:'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115289208415853910</id><published>2006-07-14T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:48:04.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just read this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;my bro bought chicken little dvd for me!&lt;br /&gt;NOW HOW SWEET IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you are jealous!&lt;br /&gt;by the way, my phone cover screen saver is CHICKEN LITTLE (:&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of michelle HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, now for some serious shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there's competition.&lt;br /&gt;i looooove competition.&lt;br /&gt;because i like to win&lt;br /&gt;and you can't like to win without loving competition.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be like wanting a chicken without an egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waits for you to react*&lt;br /&gt;YES,&lt;br /&gt;PRECISELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;i get to eat strawberries everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/strawberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love strawberry farms and their farmers too (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also feel blessed because,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/P1010032%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; *plucks a petal* he likes me *plucks another petal* he likes me not&lt;br /&gt;*another one *he likes me *another one* he likes me not...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/P1010030%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; in the end....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE LIKES ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAH MAN, SOMEBODY IS SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH ME. MUAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, my mother is singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115289208415853910?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115289208415853910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115289208415853910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115289208415853910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115289208415853910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-read-this.html' title='just read this!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115271295128185760</id><published>2006-07-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:02:31.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it's better to let things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm willing to get go of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell, I ALREADY DID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You still went around bitching about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sayonara babeyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i finished all my maths homework (: yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to do &lt;strong&gt;every &lt;/strong&gt;piece of homework from now&lt;br /&gt;i think my heck care attitude is getting me into some serious shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so ditch that- it's over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the nerdiest schoolgirl and all you'll ever ask me is about homework.&lt;br /&gt;*puts on glasses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______ got pissed today and he started talking to us in a louder tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he called us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bullies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;twosix's the class all the teachers are afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-and we're proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't every day you get to hear a teacher admit that he feels bullied&lt;br /&gt;so i enjoyed that little cheap thrill for a while (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, he called my smile "IDIOTIC"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm like &lt;em&gt;"what the shit. shut up. i wasn't even smiling at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OOOOOkay, fine. i smiled while he was doing his little &lt;s&gt;confession&lt;/s&gt; serious &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; talk.&lt;br /&gt;BIG DEAL. guess what? he's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;he wants to have control over EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;including our facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;i say. l-a-m-e !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why miss yeo left our class without a word&lt;br /&gt;maybe we really disappointed her too much.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms lee is the cutest teacher on earth. i love her. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 9.57 and i need my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight pretty =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115271295128185760?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115271295128185760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115271295128185760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115271295128185760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115271295128185760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115240829781018026</id><published>2006-07-09T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:40:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i missed semi finals!!!! Cow eh.</title><content type='html'>i was spposed to wake up at three to watch the frickin match&lt;br /&gt;but i continued to sleep til 6&lt;br /&gt;@$^QG#$^Q#$HQB%&amp;Q%#&amp;amp;NQ%QB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, some random anon called me to delete the pics.&lt;br /&gt;i'll delete like, ALL THE PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;even the one laughing at the butt of one of the ugly black girls.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; i deleted quite a lot of what i've said.&lt;br /&gt;So now it's PG CONFIRMED!&lt;br /&gt;yay =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hope the ugly girls die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115240829781018026?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115240829781018026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115240829781018026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115240829781018026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115240829781018026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-missed-semi-finals-cow-eh.html' title='i missed semi finals!!!! Cow eh.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115237280154749428</id><published>2006-07-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:38:16.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore HDB Staircase Girlfight {Edited}</title><content type='html'>I know I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;But I just found the video TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;I heard about the news but I didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, when everybody already stopped talking about it, I stumbled upon the news again while surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about finding it on YouTube man, it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene #1, Black girls attempting to pull turquoise girl's hair off.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Picture accidentally deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;u&gt;Scene #2, Ugly black girl with skirt starts slapping turquoise girl's back. &lt;em&gt;She obviously has the broken wrist syndrome, which all bitches have.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR eww.&lt;/strong&gt; Ugly black girl with long aunty pants rests for a while after kicking turquoise girl's back. Ugly black girl with cheapskate shorts steps on turquoise girl's head after realizing that hair isn't so easily pulled off. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Picture deleted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene #3, Ugly girl in aunty pants attempts to act cute infront of the camera, how contradicting. Ugly girl in skirt gets horny&lt;em&gt;(pathetic)&lt;/em&gt; and takes turquoise girl's turquoise shirt off. Ugly girl in shorts acts like a flamingo. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Picture deleted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene #4, Rather disturbing. The black patch is one of the ugly girl's &lt;em&gt;( I can't identify them, they are all ugly. Sorry.)&lt;/em&gt; shirt and the blue patch is her shorts/skirt. The skin coloured patch is her butt and the little &lt;strong&gt;blur black&lt;/strong&gt; patch near the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue patch&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;skin coloured&lt;/span&gt; patch, is her butted cleavage. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Points to it and laughs* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HAHAHA even her butt crack is ugly. The white patch under the blue patch, which seems to camoufladge with the cement floor, is TG's shorts. The rest of the skin coloured patches around both girls are their legs. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Picture deleted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene #5, TG has been censored by me with a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt; square-like thing. On your left are the mentally challenged people who desperately want to see her&lt;em&gt;(TG's)&lt;/em&gt; chest. I told you they're ugly, even when they smile. I feel embarrassed. Oh no, I shouldn't be, I'm not like them, they're dogs. Triple bitches, hope they understand human language.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//Picture deleted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene #6, I told you she's sick. They are all sick people. Can someone get them a doctor? Maybe a policeman? Anything?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Picture deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No more pictures. The download's available on quite a few sites, you'll find them if you're clever enough. You can go download and get super mad, like me. And um, trash those girls if you see their ugly faces on the streets. Yeah and I hope all of Singapore hates them. Did they even get expelled?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and they almost forced TG's shorts off too. I want to stab somebody. More precisely, FOUR people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um, the clip ended rather abruptly with a moron saying "Eh hen duo ren kan leh, hen duo ren zai lou shang leh &lt;em&gt;(eh a lot of people watching leh, a lot of people upstairs leh)&lt;/em&gt; ". What happened in the end was, the girls were probably not punished since their parents dont care whether they're alive or not, TG'S mum didn't file a police report so they won't be in a girls' home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damn it!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a super ugly side of mankind. If I were one of the ugly girls' parents, I would beat the heck out of her, send her to a girls' home and a psychologist. Oh maybe WoodBridge would be a better choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kids&lt;/s&gt;Teenagers nowadays? Sick. And TG even said that she, herself, deserved it. WO DE TIAN AH~~~ She deserved the beating, kicking, punching, stripping, teasing, laughing at? I don't think anybody deserves anything like that lah, can?!?!!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115237280154749428?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115237280154749428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115237280154749428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115237280154749428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115237280154749428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-hdb-staircase-girlfight.html' title='Singapore HDB Staircase Girlfight {Edited}'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115234725093094380</id><published>2006-07-08T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:27:30.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Sweet Sixteen?</title><content type='html'>I'm done with &lt;em&gt;My Super Sweet Sixteen&lt;/em&gt; marathon and &lt;strong&gt;halfa&lt;/strong&gt; the girls were super disrespectful!&lt;br /&gt;They were all like spoilt and everything bad.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna take back my words about money is NOT the root of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, one of the girls was adopted, so she was poor before being adopted to a rich family.&lt;br /&gt;Then BAM, she becomes super spoilt plus mean.&lt;br /&gt;I guess every rich girl's dream is to be the mean girl that everybody still loves, but it doesnt really work out that way. Except in Mean girls the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M-O-V-I-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so retarded. I'm not saying everybody who's rich is spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there are any super spoilt cases in Singapore YET.&lt;br /&gt;But I think Singapore's gonna be like America sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Traditional families who actually succesfully teach their children important values won't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the supersweetsixteen girls, Sophia, SHE'S THE WORST OMG.&lt;br /&gt;She looked like a severely overweight chimpanzee,&lt;br /&gt;plus she treats her mum like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. She asked her mum to shut up and sit down at a corner.&lt;br /&gt;Like "shut up and sit on that little thing there"&lt;br /&gt;GOSH DO YOU TALK TO YOUR MUM LIKE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How shitty. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115234725093094380?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115234725093094380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115234725093094380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115234725093094380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115234725093094380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-super-sweet-sixteen.html' title='My Super Sweet Sixteen?'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115228504962894879</id><published>2006-07-07T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:08:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>I keep having weird dreams. BAD BAD BAD WEIRD DREAMS. DREAMS THAT I SHOULDN'T BE DREAMING ABOUT. Moo. They are like so ridiculous please. Make me feel so sweet then in the end it's not even happening. Cow eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS I HATE LARRY.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid guy with the same name as Spongebob's PET SNAIL.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't laugh at my JOKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, paiseh. Songebob's snail is &lt;s&gt;hairy&lt;/s&gt; GARY.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE..&lt;br /&gt;But I thought spongebob always says "LaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaRRRRRRYYYYYYY"&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Whatever laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;Food fest had FOOD and I bought a new wallet which I am going to show off starting from today. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;It's much nicer than the bold Roxy one lah.&lt;br /&gt;The more I see it the more I think it's AUNTY-ISH.&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i shall blog a bit about czech&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things i've learnt :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Do not judge a book by its cover. Looks deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/P1010056%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/P1010056%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/1600/P1010057%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/P1010057%20copy.jpg" 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;I'll include one point in every post.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115228504962894879?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115228504962894879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115228504962894879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115228504962894879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115228504962894879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115219718559003236</id><published>2006-07-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:46:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;isn't it like super duper obvious that im super duper in elle oh vee yee with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;like are you stewpid or stewpid laa you annoying piece of fishcake you should just go and drown yourself and &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; or something. okay im kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what? i need to like go tell you in your face "oh i like you so much can you please like me back because i can but dont want to live without you... uh, liking me back?" then you'll realize im freakin secretly liking you but secretly secretly want you to know but but but but but//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if you like her instead go ask her to be your girlfriend laa dont make me like, wait for you? which is like super retarded like a scene from that dumb &lt;em&gt;meteor shower garden drama show&lt;/em&gt; or what. boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and now i'm acting like a primary school girl with a dumb crush. great. im retarded. i've never tell you first. TOO BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pardon me, i shall go kiss 715 now. bye.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115219718559003236?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115219718559003236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115219718559003236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115219718559003236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115219718559003236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/crush-crush-crush.html' title='CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115199817600868754</id><published>2006-07-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:29:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i rock. and you love me. I DONT CARE!!!</title><content type='html'>sorry for the past few boring posts!&lt;br /&gt;can like all the anons come back and read my blog?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;MY TAGBOARD IS THE QUIETEST TAGBOARD ON EARTH NOW .&lt;br /&gt;CAN? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CANNOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGACBDAOUBGjkNBOFEHAGORHWSO;HR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HEM.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i am at home attempting to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;but im hungry. =(&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna do my homework until i've filled my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new sitting partner is LIFELESS KHAIRI.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA. i want to die.&lt;br /&gt;and im sitting right in front at a HOT corner&lt;br /&gt;WHICH SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one of the teenage icon semifinalists is my gunbound korkor.&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;like when i was 12, i used to have a secret crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;yay =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now for some kind act.&lt;br /&gt;i shall attempt to publicize checkyourfate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.CHECKYOURFATE.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;WWW.CHECKYOURFATE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D hottest guys from cat high.&lt;br /&gt;checkthemout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im bored. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115199817600868754?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115199817600868754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115199817600868754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115199817600868754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115199817600868754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-rock-and-you-love-me-i-dont-care.html' title='i rock. and you love me. I DONT CARE!!!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115193956467943605</id><published>2006-07-03T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T08:12:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;i love 715.&lt;br /&gt;i love i love i love i love 715!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;im so happy liwen is dead yaye then i go seduce 715 make him fall in love with me wahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay im KIDDING.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like so bored &amp; i haven't done geog.&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to ditch my capital letter and fullstop thingy, 'cause it makes me look so BEE OH ARE EYE AND GEE.&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY IS BORING!&lt;br /&gt;nobody likes geography so geography can go jump off the block&lt;br /&gt;miss thoo's voice is sooooooooo HYPNOTISING&lt;br /&gt;she catches me in class for sleeping like EVERY DAMN LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;then i'd always be dreaming already then suddenly her voice would be gone gone then i'd be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"SHIT LAH. IM WAKING UP. MISS THOO CAUGHT ME AGAIN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then danny or somebody would tap my arm then she'd be looking at me .&lt;br /&gt;i bet she's secretly very sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT IS YOUTH DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT?! youth days have been taken tooooo lightly&lt;br /&gt;we don't even have a song&lt;br /&gt;even CHILDRENS DAY has a song&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT. all you little kiddies dont even appreciate the song you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SAMA SAMA MAJUKE HADAPAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PANDAI CHARI PELAJARAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, my malay is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;eh, self taught one okay!&lt;br /&gt;quite good already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i feel good typing like this again.&lt;br /&gt;yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yeah, im not malay i take higher chinese! -edited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115193956467943605?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115193956467943605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115193956467943605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115193956467943605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115193956467943605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-715.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115176412720362857</id><published>2006-07-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:28:47.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was super funny HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I went to heeren to check out some dance thang with Zoe 'cause apparantly her webbie was dancing there. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop babeyy!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was super weird 'cause Zoe didn't want to say hi to him but secretly wants him to know she's there. But then she's hiding in the crowd and everything. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;okay if I were her I would like scream his name 135390519730915 times &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we were at Cine eating BK. The waitress totally gave me the buay song face. How annoying. Nevermind! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I went to AMK to hail a cab home. Boohoo. No cabs as usual!&lt;br /&gt;The cabby queue was like SUPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR long and ONE taxi takes a pathetic 30 minutes to reach the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn pissed after standing there for ten minutes so I just walked off to the opposite, since there was no queue there and I saw quite a few empty cabs pass by happily. HOWEVER, there WAS A QUEUE opposite. An imaginery one lah, like people will just pop out of no where and stand in front of you to kill-steal your cab. There were like TWO PEOPLE INFRONT OF ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't get a cab after thirty eight minutes and I was on the verge of stabbing a chicken already. Then this bunch of anderson-face people walked past me and one of them turned around. It was Wei and Kai and some other guy. It was already TEN PEEE EM and they were still wondering around AMK?! Weird. Well, they ARE guys and they ARE fifteen so I guess nothing bad could happen to them. They offered to lompang me. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, they started to KS other people's cabs. Even though I tried to tell them to ask the man infront of us whether we could take his cab instead of just KS-ing his cab like that. Apparantly, my idea was the stupidest idea in the whole wide world they almost laughed until they puked their intestines out. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the man infront of us immediately walked away when we stood infront of him. Harhar. We still couldn't get a cab and Kai spotted an empty one opposite so he ran across the road and jumped over the fence and got into the cab which stopped because of a traffic light. I swear he scared the shit out of the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver is like the naggiest driver in the whole wide world. He keeps nagging and nagging about road safety and blahblahblahblahblah, as if there was a book on all the rules and he reads them since he was three or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off without paying anything. Free ride man! &amp;amp; I thought I was gonna be broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115176412720362857?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115176412720362857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115176412720362857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115176412720362857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115176412720362857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-super-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115150392775877424</id><published>2006-06-28T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T07:12:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blisters, Visited war cemetry, I still do not know how to do art, Meishan is in hospital and other random stuff</title><content type='html'>I've got blisters on my toes now. Sucks a lot, hurts a lot too. I still love Ballet =D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the war cemetry today and there were like, kids' graves in a corner. One of them died right after birth. Its quite sad you know. I really don't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People aren't scared of death. They're scared of leaving. And I don't want to leave this world forever. =( I know I will some day and once I thought about it and I almost got a heart attack. It's really scarryyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, I sound old&lt;em&gt; and dying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I MISSED 9 OCLOCK SHOW IM AN IDIOT HOLD ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm back. I still do not know how to do art. How retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meishan's in the hospital. Hope she recovers soon =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm. I'm gonna be late for school tomorrow on purpose. I'm super tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115150392775877424?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115150392775877424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115150392775877424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115150392775877424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115150392775877424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/blisters-visited-war-cemetry-i-still.html' title='Blisters, Visited war cemetry, I still do not know how to do art, Meishan is in hospital and other random stuff'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115140716436627039</id><published>2006-06-27T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T04:19:24.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The singing purple duck on friendster, with a guitar, IS GOD DAMN ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. I'm retarded, I'm irritated by a gay crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kindness essay was crap, and in the end Mrs Lee didn't even collect it. Freak-o. I wanna dress up pretty pretty and go out neoprinting. I'm bored with my life. I'm stressed out, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is tomorrow and thursday. I don't know how much things will change but most probably it won't ever be the same as when there was no competition. I'm stressed out enough by the endless homework and I seriously don't want to bother about dance matters. I'll probably cry or something. Which sucks. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance is on July 17th, still super far away. I'm doing classical and everybody gets to see how twiggy I am in that leotard. Ahhhhhhh! I shall not reveal any details about my performance. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played around with mascara just now for fun. 'Cause I bought a heated eyelash curler thingy. Its useless. Everything's useless on my eyelashes. They just won't ever curl and will forever obstruct my vision. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do art but I don't know how to. Forget it, I'll eat and watch teevee. Eat more eat more! Hopefully I'll gain some weight before the performance! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115140716436627039?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115140716436627039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115140716436627039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115140716436627039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115140716436627039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/singing-purple-duck-on-friendster-with.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115122821000842062</id><published>2006-06-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:36:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificant, useless, whatever.</title><content type='html'>It was a silent car ride home from Ballet.&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'm still speechless.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't even turn a chair around now.&lt;br /&gt;So forget about turning the tables.&lt;br /&gt;Im EMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115122821000842062?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115122821000842062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115122821000842062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115122821000842062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115122821000842062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/insignificant-useless-whatever.html' title='Insignificant, useless, whatever.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115117527455831994</id><published>2006-06-25T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:54:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears, and other stuff?</title><content type='html'>I watched the interview Britney did, and I felt so damn sorry for her and her children. I guess that's what everybody does when their forced to do things they don't like- they rebel. And rebelling is wrong and negative. Duh. But all that matters when you do rebel, really, is that it makes you feel so much better. Just knowing that it'll piss your boss off and stuff, you get that bit of a thrill &lt;em&gt;woohoo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like me and Miss ___. When she moved me to another sit, I just shut up and refused to answer her questions and I looked totally bored. It's wrong but I overlooked it 'cause I was angry. That's what anger does to you. Makes you do wrong stuff and screws your life up. &lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's super scary how the reporters make things seem so different. Well, the Anderson video thing was absurd, in the end it wasn't even so big a deal but it looked like big trash on the new paper. &lt;em&gt;I just heard a mouse squeak. Ew. &lt;/em&gt;The&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Britney thing was hell. Like after she broke up with Justin, she was immediately a jerk. She wore something sexy? No, its not hot, she's a slut. She got herself a new boyfriend? No, her boyfriend sucks, she's a slut. She wore sweat pants? No, those are from her grandma, she's a slut. If I were her, I would really, under all the pressure, crumble and become what the media wants me to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like Christina Aguilera, after watching her interview with Ellen Degeneres. She was sweet and um, thanks to the media she's probably an asshole in half the world's eyes. How gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite silly, really. Britney's a MOTHER. You have to care for her because she's what's gonna lead that fragile life. Nobody bothered to look at it that way. How would you feel if like a hundred and thirty strangers surround you every single time you try to have a life outside your home, and they just put the camera in your face and GRAB a picture and try to critisize something or weave something up. Like you're an animal in the zoo or something, and little kids just go poking you all over just to see how you'd react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poke* *poke again* "Let's poke her until we get something we can share with the world for money! Yay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything she does is WRONG. When she puts her baby on the babysit in the car, its wrong. When she puts him on her lap, its wrong. When she does not bring him along, its ALSO wrong. There's no freaking law on where or how or when your baby should sit in a car. I think people just want to kidnap Sean Preston legally, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mock or critisize.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115117527455831994?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115117527455831994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115117527455831994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115117527455831994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115117527455831994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/britney-spears-and-other-stuff.html' title='Britney Spears, and other stuff?'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115115768662023524</id><published>2006-06-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T07:01:26.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two perverts</title><content type='html'>I was acting shunu on the train when this little girl apparantly thought I was like other shunus, easy to bully and all. And she happily waved her hands around dramatically. I told you she's a little girl- and I mean it. She was so short that one of her hands got caught underneath my skirt and she flipped half my skirt up. Things weren't very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, who was acting shunu, decided to turn around and smile at her when she looked up at me. Maybe she was ke lian-ing me thanks to my great acting shunu skills. &lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt; Pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's rather cute actually. Aw, I forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the train and started acting dao. When I act dao, everybody daos me. At least they're supposed to. But this middle-aged sicko flashed me his disgusting yellow and rotting teeth and said hi to me. I swear he was a pervert with that perverted face of his. I turned around, glared at him and walked briskly away to board a taxi. Was afraid that he'd chase me with his rusty old pocket pan knife because I daoed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was watching Korea vs Switzerland just now. Korea lost. 2-0. Hey I'm supposed to hate world cup. &lt;em&gt;Ah whatever.&lt;/em&gt; I fell asleep when the match was ending. Silly me. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115115768662023524?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115115768662023524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115115768662023524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115115768662023524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115115768662023524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-perverts.html' title='Two perverts'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115108223819133706</id><published>2006-06-24T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:03:59.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ghost in my toilet turned out to be the waterworks man. He was doing the taps to purify the water in my house, or something. That explains why the water was stuck. HAHAHA. Anyway after looking at myself for five minutes in the toilet mirror, I figured I probably look scarier than the "ghost". It must be rather heavy, that explains the chopping noises it produced when it ran away. Hm, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss Christmas. Not that I ever celebrated it the right way. I used to have a Christmas tree, till I was seven. Damn it. I miss my tree. It was as old as I was but always taller. =D I love my tree. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got stung by a bee. &lt;em&gt;That wasn't really "by the way" was it? Nevermind.&lt;/em&gt; My upper arm is swollen now and its &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;. I've got a hot arm babeyy. Aren't you extremely attracted to my arm? I know many people are. They just stare at it. So I'm gonna tape it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I'm feeling super accomplished right now 'cause I've done half my homework after locking myself up in the study room all day long. YEAH MAN. WHO'S YOUR MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone bill is $129.59 for some reason. I don't know why, seriously. I thought I had 500 free smses. Then BOOM, I'm wrong. They charged me for 470 messages. THOSE BLOODSUCKERS. Mummy keeps threatening to cut my line. That sucks so much, vacuum cleaners are louseh. So I'm gonna ignore everybody's SMS and calls from today onwards. 24th June 2006, which is JIEJIE'S BIRTHDAY =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MAN I LOVE YOU JIEJIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU ROCK MY WORLD UPSIDE DOWN GURL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGS&amp;MANYMANYKISSES !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm meeting Fionna. YAYNESS. I have the sudden urge to take neoprints! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Because Nick Shen Wei Jun's birthday is the same as mine. HOW COOL IS THAT. I like him like whaaaaaaaat. =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115108223819133706?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115108223819133706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115108223819133706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115108223819133706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115108223819133706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/ghost-in-my-toilet-turned-out-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115103457994724556</id><published>2006-06-23T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:49:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My toilet is haunted.</title><content type='html'>TOTALLY. But I'm too busy worrying about my homework to &lt;strong&gt;bother&lt;/strong&gt; to be scared of it. Maybe its' a HE ; maybe it's ELVIS. &lt;em&gt;Ah whatever&lt;/em&gt;. I'm rubbishing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I influenced quite a lot of people rather weirdly. Hm, &lt;strong&gt;KEWL&lt;/strong&gt;. That's just random.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; CAN&lt;em&gt; IGNORE&lt;/em&gt; MEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's talk about the "ghost" in the toilet. I don't think it's even a ghost. I think it's probably my maid chopping carrots, or something. But I heard noises from the ceiling. NO LAH, NOT &lt;strong&gt;CRYING NOISES&lt;/strong&gt; OMG SO SCARY. I heard chopping noises. OMGAH imagine what its chopping up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ignored it and tried to turn on the tap. But the water was stuck. Sheeesh. Scared me outta my wits but I remained calm and sianded. My flush wouldn't work, as usual. Not that I've tried to flush, maybe the ghost will come out of the toilet bowl. So I drowned it with two scoops of water. YAY I ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the toilet after looking at the mirror for five minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115103457994724556?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115103457994724556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115103457994724556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115103457994724556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115103457994724556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-toilet-is-haunted.html' title='My toilet is haunted.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115099589284757968</id><published>2006-06-23T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:14:00.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just felt rather down, suddenly.</title><content type='html'>I feel overshadowed. Maybe I really am not important anymore. I don't blame anyone because it's stupid to blame others for my own stupid mistakes like lousy techniques and poor ability to plan my time. I can't juggle everything on my hands. I had to let something go, and now it's drifted too far for me to hold tightly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the top. But I guess what I've put in is not enough. Maybe I shouldn't have gone for the Czech Republic trip. But it was Europe versus New Zealand. I made a choice too early? But at that time my choice seemed obvious to everyone-Europe. Choir versus Ballet? Love of my life- Ballet. Shit, did I just contradict myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where had my brain gone too? Europe then seemed so foreign plus attractive. It turned out what I thought it would be, maybe even better. I hate myself for making such a superficial choice. But then again, Europe was for 50 people and New Zealand was for myself. Pulling out was the wrong thing to do. I didn't want to be a selfish pig or a party pooper. So what exactly was the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I tried to console myself with stuff like the Golds we attained and the bond we forged. I'm glad I was part of Anderson Choir's glory. But I earned something and I lost more. I probably don't mean anything to anyone in Ballet now since &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; friendship is so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm not recognised. I don't even know whether I'm improving. I just hope that there would be a performance soon to start things on a new phase. I guess I don't have the potential. Maybe that's why I don't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think there are more people who feel left out. People who don't know what's going on and suddenly they drop from second best to the bottom. I'm scared &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;I'm helpless. I want to be the best- Who doesn't? But I don't practise till I bleed. Maybe I should. Then at least I'll feel a little more consoled. Because I tried harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion is fading. And all I can do is nothing. I tried and tried again but the gap never seems to be closer. I'm tired and my passion is wearing out. The question I ask myself now is "Do I really deserve this?" For being superficial? For thinking for others instead of myself? For letting my mind rule over my heart/soul? Yes? I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But I'll turn the tables around. It's weird how I only stand up after feeling like I just lost the battle of my life. I'm determined. But I hope my determination wouldn't run itself out. I'm ruining my life and there's no one there to clear the mess I stupidly produced. When there's too much mess, nobody would bother. Not even your nanny. That's why my room is in such a horrible state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to juggle. My religion is me. I believe in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115099589284757968?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115099589284757968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115099589284757968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115099589284757968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115099589284757968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-felt-rather-down-suddenly.html' title='Just felt rather down, suddenly.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115090854971882048</id><published>2006-06-22T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:49:09.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yucks.</title><content type='html'>i'm tired of people putting their status as AWAY when they are actually NOT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;they just put their stats as away so that they can ignore the people they want to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually i do that sometmes. but that's not the point. there's a bigger point below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thewinekone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said,&lt;br /&gt;how would you like it if i sat beside you and i hang a board around my neck that says "AWAY"&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much you talk to me, I WILL HAVE THE RIGHT TO IGNORE YOU, because i am "AWAY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;so there, learn your lesson.&lt;br /&gt;but then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of people putting their status as "ONLINE" when they are actually away.&lt;br /&gt;for instance, IF YOU ARE ACTUALLY WATCHING THE WORLD CUP, YOU ARE AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;so put your freaking status as AWAY so that other people who actually WANT TO TALK TO YOU realize that you are not around.&lt;br /&gt;thus they will not start a convo and waste their time getting annoyed by your uninteresting or even non existant replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i now hate world cup.&lt;br /&gt;i might learn to appreciate it if it does not interupt my msn convos but it did.&lt;br /&gt;jingwei ditched me for world cup 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wah lao. world cup also no shunu to see. big deal ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep. world cup's at three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115090854971882048?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115090854971882048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115090854971882048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115090854971882048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115090854971882048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/yucks.html' title='Yucks.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115090060739507432</id><published>2006-06-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T07:36:47.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;there's SRP tomorrow at 8.30AM.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let you guys see who i met today.&lt;br /&gt;just a peek! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/320/Photo-1061msn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;charming charming charming =D =D =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love shawn! yeah man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay its bed time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AU REVOIR =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115090060739507432?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115090060739507432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115090060739507432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115090060739507432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115090060739507432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115082251797945830</id><published>2006-06-21T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:55:18.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im going to sleep soon.</title><content type='html'>YO PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;its 12.41am and im awake =DD&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's a match today at 3am apparantly.&lt;br /&gt;everybody's awake and having nicks like&lt;br /&gt;"oooh beckham later" =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....... exciting....... i guess.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's da man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hell funny =D =D =D everybody should catch it&lt;br /&gt;dont just catch it on &lt;em&gt;youtube&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ATMOSPHERE! SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;like, yourself laughing at a screen that's probably just two times of your face?&lt;br /&gt;uh.... oooooooooooookay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least its free (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep, tomorrow's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; homework day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on i just received an sms yay =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh lesbian message again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OOPS I DID IT AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I PLAYED WITH YOUR HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GOT LOST IN DA GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OOOH BABY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, CHISHUN LOOKS TOTALLY LIKE QI YU WU.&lt;br /&gt;seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;its weird laa&lt;br /&gt;loads of people look like him(715)&lt;br /&gt;for example, my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;okay random. &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEBODY ENTERTAIN ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARDO GAY &lt;/strong&gt;ISNT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE =/&lt;br /&gt;damn it i need some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog tomorrow, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115082251797945830?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115082251797945830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115082251797945830' title='0 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asshole.&lt;br /&gt;so screw him, he can go and jumped off the block, i dont give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super bored now, youtube's being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to watch this vblog but it just wouldnt play right.&lt;br /&gt;half of it was played, then boom. gone.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;im super bored, nobody's entertaining me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't be blamed, im daoing everybody myself.&lt;br /&gt;im watching &lt;strong&gt;she's the man &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know im slow but i was at europe HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and um, its probably gonna be great.&lt;br /&gt;right. i need to get some money first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to help my dad fix his daddy's day prezzie.&lt;br /&gt;its a cute little bluetooth headset.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, its cool cause my dad drives and he probably needs one.&lt;br /&gt;its safer too, sixty bucks man. dont play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dissed a lotta people eg. joshua and marcus , whatever.&lt;br /&gt;oh and maybe aaron too.&lt;br /&gt;dont blame me, im a woman.&lt;br /&gt;moodswinging like crazeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nails suck, my hair sucks, and my skin sucks.&lt;br /&gt;im going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me you love me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115073631538950625?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115073631538950625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115073631538950625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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see crush one and crush two THAT SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. i haven't done my homework, miss ong will pick on me again, damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. i dont have enough sleep, slept at four this morning, i just woke up and do not have ANY time to do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. i have pimple scars and my skin is oily, screw humidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. nobody is online, it is 6pm, i've done nothing but eat and watch teevee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm hungry again, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IM SO DEAD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, there's a freaking disgusting &lt;strong&gt;worm&lt;/strong&gt; inside my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;and its probably like, screwing the villis and making them reproduce rapidly or something.&lt;br /&gt;so food gets&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; easily digested, my stomach gets hungry every 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg meishan just told me a super scary thing&lt;br /&gt;you know this song "GLOOMY SUNDAY"&lt;br /&gt;people actually listened to and went to die.&lt;br /&gt;its like, damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;like its a curse or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wouldnt go die for a song&lt;br /&gt;its damn WRONG, like leaving the world for a SONG.&lt;br /&gt;do you know how many people that are dying, on this piece of polluted land that we call earth, actually want to live?&lt;br /&gt;and you go hear this song, oooh get depressed and GO DIE?&lt;br /&gt;its ridiculous, alleluyah.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we should just go ban this song since its hurting people, its scary yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO INSIGNIFICANT FOR ONCE IN MY FOURTEEN YEARS OF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;SO INSIGNIFICANT I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;to you &amp; all of you (refering to some people) :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i actually BOTHERED to help you guys peace out&lt;br /&gt;i mean, looking back i just feel stewpid.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so retarded, like i give that bit of a thing a called love to you guys&lt;br /&gt;and you people dont even give a shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is you arent even popular&lt;br /&gt;-people dont even KNOW you&lt;br /&gt;like only what,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; thirty people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know you and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;halfa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;them probably thought you guys sucked&lt;br /&gt;out of the remaining, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of em probably already forgotten that you guys exist and you only have a pathetic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people who bother about your existance.&lt;br /&gt;reality check? hello? wake up now. earth calling to stupids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys arent big deals, so please, realize that you HAVE to appreciate and treasure what you guys have left instead of making them feel insignificant&lt;br /&gt;at least dont make it seem like their effing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its hell annoying, trust me, assholes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if that's the case, then only losers give a damn about your thang and that probably will NOT give you guys a shit ANYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE UGLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115071433971651375?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115071433971651375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115071433971651375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115071433971651375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115071433971651375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-moooooody.html' title='I AM MOOOOOODY.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115056265472448675</id><published>2006-06-17T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:44:14.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO TO HELL NOBODY WILL MISS YOU</title><content type='html'>I AM SO PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT THE NORMAL "I AM PISSED OFF BECAUSE CRUSH 228 IGNORED ME."&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE ....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution:&lt;br /&gt;This is rated R. Please seek your parent's approval before reading this.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PISSED OFF BECAUSE YOU* ARE SO BLOODY DESPERATE FOR F***&lt;br /&gt;GO GET YOURSELF A GEYLANG B**** OR SOMETHING LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You ruined my day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU COMPREHEND?&lt;br /&gt;JERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you probably dont.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take the fact that you've never liked me back,&lt;br /&gt;got yourself a girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;and claim that you're just playing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE FRIENDS LIKE THAT R PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;omg that flasher.&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I I KNOW I USED TO THINK THAT YOU'RE LIKE THE&lt;strong&gt; HOTTEST TESTESTESTESTEST&lt;/strong&gt; GUY I'VE EVER EVER EVER KNOWN AND EVER EVER EVER WAS SO CLOSE TO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW YOU JUST SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SWEET AND CARING.&lt;br /&gt;AND NICE AND ALL.&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO DAMN ALL THAT YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK LIKE (HOW YQ WOULD PUT AS) "A PIECE OF JOPEH"&lt;br /&gt;AND LIKE (HOW VAL WOULD PUT AS) "A PIECE OF FANTASTIC BURGER"&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want to stab you in your nuts you know that?!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so god damn disappointed with you.&lt;br /&gt;YAH FINE. Maybe&lt;strong&gt; I AM OVER REACTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so what? I'm heartbroken, angry AND disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE SHIT DO YOU EXPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, I'm not some bloody shunu who sits back and cries about it in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;And like, still try my best to protect you and your pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tear you apart man.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal your heart away some day, and tear it into a thousand pieces to mend mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind going to the extend of hating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I loved you THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS much.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU. CRUSH NUMBER 2.&lt;br /&gt;You are damn disgusting she just said you were hot and you went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS SHE ISNT HOT IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you have weird taste.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright. You don't affect me as much as the above guy.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we won't ever be together anyway.&lt;br /&gt;That's why you're crush number 2. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that pissed anymore so I can't rant on.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115056265472448675?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115056265472448675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115056265472448675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115056265472448675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115056265472448675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-to-hell-nobody-will-miss-you.html' title='GO TO HELL NOBODY WILL MISS YOU'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115045647986314176</id><published>2006-06-16T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:14:39.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are some days when you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhausted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then there are other days, &lt;em&gt;like today,&lt;/em&gt; when you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXHAUSTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you actually feel sooooo defeated by your spirit that even if you saw your dog you haven't seen in a week, you look at him, pet him twice on his head, whisper "hello" and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DAMN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im super exhausted times 13251835601472391742015.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet killed me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Try twenty four times three hours of non-stop action.&lt;br /&gt;We were either playing cards, mahjong, or doing silly stuff like scaring ourselves with imagined ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;But still, that's what chalet-ing is all about &lt;em&gt;right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BARBEQUE THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS THE GHOSTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we kept saying that samara was in the toilet or outside stealing bbq food or &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched Scary Movie.&lt;br /&gt;not scary movie one, two or three.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'm gonna watch Scary Movie four.&lt;br /&gt;Is it showing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shit, I feel like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost touch with movie world, the last movie I watched, was Over The Hedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mother, is that you? Beckoning me into the light? Must... move... toward... the light! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Imma go check out THE EXORCIST.&lt;br /&gt;Its this super spooooky movie that totally freaked me out when I heard about it even though I didn't watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115045647986314176?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115045647986314176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115045647986314176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115045647986314176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115045647986314176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-115012965668899378</id><published>2006-06-13T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:27:41.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from europe</title><content type='html'>im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are freaking dry and im lazy to take my contacts off.&lt;br /&gt;my room's in a mess even though everything i possibly need is out of it and in my luggage&lt;br /&gt;and my luggage's downstairs &lt;s&gt;so damn it&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know, maybe its PMS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or like, im just pure plain lazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;argh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir did it.&lt;br /&gt;we scored &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;94/100&lt;/span&gt; for the folklore category&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;95/100&lt;/span&gt; for sacred category&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna cry maan, when we walked out of the competition ground.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i thought we did not do well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud, really.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we just sound good together.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cause we feel each other's hearts more since we're so much closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the results were announced, almost everybody cried.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so weird i tell you, not crying and all.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy like&lt;em&gt; shit give me a hug even though we barely ever talk and stop crying!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everybody started crying and i wanted to look for a float&lt;br /&gt;i've never cried for something happy&lt;br /&gt;its just weird. but yeah, everybody was doing it so i guess im the one who's weird.&lt;br /&gt;EW. that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the trip.&lt;br /&gt;i loved the golds.&lt;br /&gt;i love Choir.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. im gonna cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4s are stepping down.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, just when we became so united we're gonna be pulled apart again.&lt;br /&gt;this time not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;uh uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just did my nails even though zong han kept repeating that he was allergic to nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;that freako. hardyharhar,&lt;br /&gt;and im allergic to his sexy pet turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zonghan's my dance partner,&lt;br /&gt;he asked me just now.&lt;br /&gt;im not dancing alone after all, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toes are in this colour,&lt;br /&gt;they call it Serenity 05.&lt;br /&gt;i think its a shade of purple that's quite close to red, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toes look like they're twenty one years old.&lt;br /&gt;but i look fourteen with my toes covered.&lt;br /&gt;ah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i think they're gonna be ruined tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;damn the salt water, damn the shells, damn the hermit crabs, damn the stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class gathering's tomorrow at pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;i hope nobody splashes water on me.&lt;br /&gt;i want the sun maaan.&lt;br /&gt;just the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love choir.&lt;br /&gt;can nobody leave now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-115012965668899378?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115012965668899378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=115012965668899378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115012965668899378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/115012965668899378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-europe.html' title='back from europe'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114942937620934577</id><published>2006-06-04T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:10:21.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM LEAVING FOR EUROPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CZECH REPUBLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FROM 5 JUNE TO 12 JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for choir competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM GONNA HAVE FUN, DON'T WORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i come back, i will tell you how ANDERSON CHOIR GOT TWO GOLD AWARDS babeyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i promise =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;TATA FOR NOW (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114942937620934577?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10596097.post-114933133842498838</id><published>2006-06-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:42:18.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ONLY DO LEGAL STUFF.</title><content type='html'>YO i am SO DISAPPOINTED!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could show off my megawatt smile today but in the end, i had to wear my braces for two more months!!!&lt;br /&gt;THA.... THAT...... THAT'S LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;61 MORE DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1464 MORE HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;87840 MORE MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5270400 MORE SECONDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANNOYING!!!&lt;br /&gt;- imitates Lau KC "I AM ANNOYED." -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah so anyway, today i went shopping again and no unreasonable aunty scolded me! =D&lt;br /&gt;i bought my windbreak from reebok and i found out that windbreakers are usually very ugly&lt;br /&gt;so i have to lower my standards to find one OKAY one&lt;br /&gt;if rohit hears this he will say im arrogant again.&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes* WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh is &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; illegal?&lt;br /&gt;its free videos you know!&lt;br /&gt;normally free things online are all illegal&lt;br /&gt;like limewire, ares and the oldest one is called SOMETHING i forgot&lt;br /&gt;they are all too good to be legal.&lt;br /&gt;*SIGHS SUPER LOUDLY* who's the guy who keeps deeming everything illegal&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i just want to live a happy and careFREEE life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money is so important. this reminds me of the literature debate i did not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;i scored five out of five in one shot maaaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; could beat that record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's your mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna take pure geog and literature elect next year,&lt;br /&gt;although history is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause i scored FREAKING D7 FOR HISTORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so annoying la. and i keep failing history tests. wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling that mr neo is desperately trying to make me feel stupid =(&lt;br /&gt;what lah. want to fight ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, miss ong is so mean la she made me sit at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yusaku's sit&lt;/span&gt; because i kind of forgot i had to copy notes.&lt;br /&gt;so i gave her attitude for the rest of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im rebellious&lt;/strong&gt;. so don't make me do the things i dont want to do, for a damn stupid reason like because i wasnt copying notes for 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO ANNOYING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday i cried during choir&lt;br /&gt;its been long since anybody used such threatening voice at me&lt;br /&gt;and mr yong's voice reminded me of mrs ong&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW! THAT SAD PRIMARY SCHOOL TEACHER WHO ACCUSED ME OF STARING AT HER.&lt;br /&gt;wah piangxzxzxzxzxzxz!&lt;br /&gt;i bet like, she's damn jealous of me, or something.&lt;br /&gt;she accuses me of doing facial, like its wrong to do facial, plus i din even do facial when i was FREAKING ELEVEN YEARS OLD.&lt;br /&gt;imagine that! a fifty five (maybe younger) year old monster jealous of an eleven year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA joke of the year man. let's all laugh and sing a happy song! D=&lt;br /&gt;she is FIVE TIMES MY AGE, for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the subject of youtube.&lt;br /&gt;im watching fushigi yuugi on youtube now and its super funny &amp; cute&lt;br /&gt;everybody should watch it&lt;br /&gt;xinying and i were crazy over it a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt get ares to search for full episode downloads ( back then i never knew free stuff were 100% illegal) , so we were quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;we could only read  the comics, which were all in chim chim chinese damn it.&lt;br /&gt;and we didnt have EPISODE 9!!!&lt;br /&gt;so annoying&lt;br /&gt;its just as annoying as when you fix a puzzle and when you finish you realize one piece of it is missing! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i've used "SO ANNOYING" like so many times since the start of this entry when i was talking about my braces.&lt;br /&gt;okay you still can call me brace face for like, 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;after that, ITS OVER BABEYY YOU'RE GONNA BE SOOOOOOOOO JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im leaving singapore soooon(5th june) for CZECH REPUBLIC.&lt;br /&gt;yay so exciting! cya babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114933133842498838?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114933133842498838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114933133842498838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114933133842498838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114933133842498838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-only-do-legal-stuff.html' title='I ONLY DO LEGAL STUFF.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114916995598212395</id><published>2006-06-01T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:52:36.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay im like stressing myself up over stupid stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway, super lots of malu things happened recently &lt;em&gt;omg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on seventy-two then i was super tired &amp; everything&lt;br /&gt;then like, i was holding on to my geog textbook, maths textbook, english file etc.&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;strong&gt; super heavy&lt;/strong&gt; so i HAD to find a seat or everything will just topple&lt;br /&gt;SOoOOOOOOoooooo, I found myself a seat right, then it was beside this girl and she alighted at anderson JC&lt;br /&gt;i was SUPER HAPPY that she left, cause i can have two seats all by myself and all my stuff won't be on my lap anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i happily put everything on the other seat then my pinafore screwed up&lt;br /&gt;so i stood up and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I KNOCKED MY HEAD ON THE MOBILE TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and my natural reaction was "OUCH"&lt;br /&gt;then like the whole bus was damn quiet and i ouched damn loudly.&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO MALU I WANT TO HIDE IN THE GREEN DUSTBIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then there was this bunch of ah bengs then they laughed at me omg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then the other malu thing was&lt;br /&gt;i went to like&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the super cheapskate&lt;/span&gt; 10 minute 10 dollars ec house to cut hair&lt;br /&gt;and i thought they wouldnt screw my hair up&lt;br /&gt;in the end, the stupid aunty scolded me and screwed my hair up&lt;br /&gt;and when i pretended to stomp out of the "salon" i almost slipped on a bunch of hair and fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nowadays a lot of aunties are PMSing. so annoying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the other day, i bought this shirt from some hop in causeway and the aunty forced me to try on SO many other shorts/pants/skirts&lt;br /&gt;so i just tried on to make her happy&lt;br /&gt;in the end i didnt buy anything&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE GOT PISSED LAH SHE WAS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;" I VERY SCARED OF YOU LEH.. YOU ARE SO CHOOSY HOR?"&lt;br /&gt;wah kao eh.&lt;br /&gt;i want to stab people!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt, because i havent got my shirt yet. so i had to smile at her like her comment totally did not affect me.&lt;br /&gt;"OH HAHAHAHA AUNTY YOU SO FUNNY LEH =D"&lt;br /&gt;omg puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so, speaking of this, my mother is also PMSing!!&lt;br /&gt;she keeps scolding me for no reason&lt;br /&gt;like okay, the reason is &lt;strong&gt;" i should not be broke because she gave me a lot of money"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember how i spent the money i got, how to explain to her where the money went?&lt;br /&gt;omg. but im sure i never ate it up la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know, the chinese newspaper is so true!&lt;br /&gt;i read on the horoscope column that VIRGOS need to be careful about the money they spend cause they'll probably be broke. wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT'S DAMN TRUE. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;eh! great singapore sale mah. EVERYWHERE SALE YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;even perlini silver is having FIFTY PERCENT OFF!&lt;br /&gt;okay i sound like some market aunty. i shall shut up abt e sale now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just now, i was somehow at the bball court with jiacai juanne grace chishun and joshua&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. so diu lian. &lt;em&gt;(diu lian = directly translated into throw face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH! and nd and and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do i sound very noisy? im not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, i went to fetch joshua from macs with an umbrella cause it was raining&lt;br /&gt;aand he refuses to walk under the rain &lt;em&gt;(ahahah so gay!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were underneath an umbrella together lah hahaha&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; so awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plus the fact that i dont even reply his msgs often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and some personal thoughts :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think M is going to be the one who will break everybody up eventually cause he talked bad about everyone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then again, this is none of my business. i know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I AM JUST KAYPOH. CANNOT AH!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aiya, you guys are old enough already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can learn to not start wars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114916995598212395?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114916995598212395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114916995598212395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114916995598212395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114916995598212395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114883356477440908</id><published>2006-05-29T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T09:27:33.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Conversations!</title><content type='html'>TOOOOOOOOOOOODAY i had super lots of pointless conversations&lt;br /&gt;im SUPER HIGH RIGHT NOW i can start and not stop&lt;br /&gt;OMG i went NJC concerto IT WAS FANTABULOUSLOUSLOUSLOUSLOUS , AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;im so high i dont know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like after the concert i went crazy then i kept saying pointless senseless things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"there is no air-con, i feel so isolated"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to meishan on the train and she said this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really mean thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"im escaping from you." :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so hurt LAH&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA so funny lah our convo i should've like taped it down or something you will laugh until you puke your lunch, your breakfast, your dog you secretly ate, etc.etc&lt;br /&gt;then anyway the train was like&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; so dead&lt;/span&gt; and i was laughing like shit&lt;br /&gt;lol so FUNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYY you know you know you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha you loser you missed all the fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;neh ni neh ni POO POOO you to make you feel bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ridin in your car, you turn on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Youre pullin me close, I just say no&lt;br /&gt;I say I dont like it, but you know Im a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when we kiss, ooh,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, youre takin me home&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanna stay, I say I wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;I say I dont love you, but you know Im a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cause when we kiss, ooh,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a hold on me right from the start&lt;br /&gt;A grip so tight I couldnt tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;My nerves all jumpin, actin like a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, your kisses they burn, but my heart stays cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can bet a love they couldnt deny&lt;br /&gt;My words say split, but my words they lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when we kiss, ooh,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;part rocked man hur hur play hard to get hur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;so anyway grace is like getting all the cute guys lah OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;*does a bimbotic hand motion* WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i am like so not jealous like why would i be PUH LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH YEAH i have something to complain about omgomgomgomg!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on friday right, sofihah asked me whether i was going to the party later&lt;br /&gt;and i was like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "WHAT PARTY WHAT PARTY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"oh its by invitation only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"HAHA IM INVITED AND YOU'RE NOT NEH NIN NEH NI POOPOO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OHMYGODALLELUYAHSCAREYOUAWAYWHATTALKINGYOUtoot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ganghao proceeded to quickly whisper some love message to sofihah&lt;br /&gt;AH HAHAHA im just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;i meant, he proceeded to whisper stuff like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you shouldnt let her know about it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LIKE, SHUT UP. he did not invite me and he does not even want me to know about his party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crap it, damn him and his stewpid screwedup thang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what the fishcakes lah! how can he just not invite me like its not a big deal to not invite me like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH I KNOW WHY THAT SUCK UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE IS A SKINNY LITTLE BROOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and brooms are scary because they make SCARECROWS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omg he so thinks he's going to become like super popular after the party or whut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH NO, maybe somebody brainwashed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omgoodness. so many possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe he just wants me to scold him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH NO MAYBE ITS CAUSE I TALK TO HIS MOST HATED GUY &lt;strong&gt;BRYAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO LIKE HE GOT PISSED LIKE A little primary school nutcase. &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;whatever. he's funny. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lalala. okay i think im done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love njc choir! btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;AU REVOIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114883356477440908?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10596097.post-114874969350996691</id><published>2006-05-28T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:08:13.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY</title><content type='html'>for the prolonged absence of entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 boring days without my rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats 192 hours without my crap.&lt;br /&gt;thats 11520 minutes without my shit.&lt;br /&gt;thats 691200 seconds without sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;im sorry. i know you're hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was hurt too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i think i led myself astray&lt;br /&gt;was it too much of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; xiaxue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that let me reuse and recycle the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F word&lt;/span&gt; again and again like it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it does. it changed me.&lt;br /&gt;my readers increased after blog wars over the stewpidest things. &lt;em&gt;im surprised that i survived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the aftermath isnt &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i became &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more paranoid&lt;/span&gt; since everybody reads my blog. i was scared that my crush would read my blog and think that i suck. then again, maybe if that happens i should just kick him where it hurts most and forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arrogant,&lt;/span&gt; of course, since i won, i was proud. people praised me, so my head got bigger. i sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;annoying.&lt;/span&gt; because when you are bad arrogant and paranoid, you become annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my number of readers did not decrease and my haters did not increase(those few only lah)&lt;br /&gt;maybe i needed to be scolded, constantly watched, {i dont know} or punished to keep being what i was. maybe nobody even noticed that i've changed, &lt;strong&gt;since nobody really knew who or what i was. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be the girl in that chongfu uniform again.&lt;br /&gt;im scared. i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i fill so... drained.&lt;br /&gt;there's no bit of enthusiasm in me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh maybe its because my results suck and the only subject i topped was higher chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn it BLAH just asked me out and i replied him with&lt;br /&gt;"no time cause hols very short only then got a lot of more important than going out with you things to do"&lt;br /&gt;hello? why did i do that?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. because he has a girlfriend. stupid 2 timer.&lt;br /&gt;HEY MAYBE ITS A GROUP DATE!&lt;br /&gt;nah. he just wants me to fall in love with him for the fun of it. jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank all the people who tagged my blog and made me feel important.&lt;br /&gt;especially people who do not know me in person.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114874969350996691?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114874969350996691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114874969350996691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114874969350996691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114874969350996691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry.html' title='SORRY'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114874734885211932</id><published>2006-05-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:29:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its time to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll be back very soooooooooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;In like, 32528915647501235 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll see you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114874734885211932?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114874734885211932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114874734885211932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114874734885211932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114874734885211932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-time-to-shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>yinz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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(: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MU QIN JIE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MUMMYS' DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUMMY i love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went causeway for &lt;u&gt;DANCE&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;which is the stupidest thing ever 'cause guess whut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO FREAKING BODY WAS FREAKING THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no dance class.&lt;/em&gt; HOHO LAUGH AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes 3 irritating times!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, armed with 55 dollars in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;i spent all my time venting my anger on money&lt;br /&gt;i bought a white frilly shunu skirt for 35-- bucks {got discount somemore}&lt;br /&gt;and FOOD, until i was quite broke&lt;br /&gt;then i tried on LOADS of other clothes for fun&lt;br /&gt;since the shop auntie was recommending me clothes to buy every 2 seconds anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i bought my mummy day present (:&lt;br /&gt;i felt quite guilty at first cause korkor got her a freaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye massager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought her one of the cute &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;photo holder&lt;/span&gt; thingys from hallmark&lt;br /&gt;like, ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and to rub it in, korkor happily remarked, "OH SO CHEAPSKATE AH?"&lt;br /&gt;@$%&amp;amp;#$^@#%!@$%&amp;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i suffocate you with salt ah!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i did what i do best {PHOTOSHOP!}&lt;br /&gt;i put really silly pictures of mummy and me together and printed it all out&lt;br /&gt;it was super cute lah can! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;like, mummy hardly ever does funny faces and stuff&lt;br /&gt;and when i showed the photo to her she was so surprised =D&lt;br /&gt;like, "are you sure i made that face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15052006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M-O-N-D-A-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was damn stewpid okay!&lt;br /&gt;samantha told me dance was 3-6 and i was damn shocked 'cause i remembered it was at night!&lt;br /&gt;when i finally reached marine parade at 4.45pm, nobody was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAH PIANG EH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it was at woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal at marine parade was at 8pm&lt;br /&gt;8 FREAKING PM&lt;br /&gt;i had 3 hours and 15 minutes to spend.&lt;br /&gt;ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got pissed and i didnt even bother to change out of my leotard and thights&lt;br /&gt;i just put my uniform over and stomped my way to parkway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw famos amos and i wanted to buy its cookies to cheer myself up a bit&lt;br /&gt;but the people at the store were too busy flirting with each other to bother to help me get my cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT WAS JUST A BOX OF COOKIES =( =( =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i managed to say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"EXCUSE ME"&lt;/span&gt; really loud to distract them&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i munched on my cookies and stomped around and i reached mph bookstore&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to read&lt;br /&gt;i read(past tense) MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA and several magazines until i was damn freaking bored! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shopped around and before i knew it&lt;br /&gt;TADAH! it was 7.30pm! yayee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW IM GONNA WATCH DA CHANG JIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114777423679803858?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114777423679803858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114777423679803858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114777423679803858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114777423679803858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-monday-tuesday.html' title='sunday monday tuesday'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114753513917788542</id><published>2006-05-13T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:45:39.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am a GUAI kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) I was NOT late for choir today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) I did NOT fall asleep during choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c) I accompanied mummy to bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d) I went to visit my Aunt (: yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e) I ate a lot &amp; I finished my food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;f) I did NOT lose my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;da chang jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everybody should watch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everybody watched it already &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im slow, i know. shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im still at like, episode 5? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, i think im posting up the new blogskin soooooooooon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=D =D =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114753513917788542?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114753513917788542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114753513917788542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114753513917788542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114753513917788542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-i-am-guai-kid.html' title='Today I am a GUAI kid.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114740497409086480</id><published>2006-05-12T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:36:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was the first time my eyelashes finally curled for like, 30 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay new record maan. =D =D =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look bloated and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;{screw it}thanks to the 3 litres of barley i drank the day before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and the countless bottles of water i drank yesterday&lt;br /&gt;today my sorethoat is gone =D&lt;br /&gt;but i look screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;alleluyah.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a haircut, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is damn thick&lt;br /&gt;reminds myself of a freakin ghost. adj;ad;jad;jad;jad;ja;dj;ad;ja;ad;&lt;br /&gt;but im lazeee, plus yesterday i forgot to get money from mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;strong&gt;okay so im sick and im broke and im ugly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate everybody who isnt sick and broke and ugly&lt;br /&gt;go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go for jiacai's party? {random, i know!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114740497409086480?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114740497409086480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU HATE ME&lt;br /&gt;LET US GO AND KILL BARNEY&lt;br /&gt;WITH A GUN SHOT {BANG BANG}&lt;br /&gt;BARNEY'S ON THE FLOOR !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO MORE &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; DINOSAUR :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i did a blogskin and its well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and white and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; and black&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its suuuuuuuuuuuper demure, i swear you will feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ultra&lt;/span&gt; shunu-ish after looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what's happening to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I THINK ITS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRETTAYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not cute at all, just pretty. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, some of us are just human.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/strong&gt;- catch it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114726856492201769?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114726856492201769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114726856492201769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114726856492201769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114726856492201769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/illegal-barney-song-my-new-super.html' title='THE ILLEGAL BARNEY SONG , my new super demure blogskin'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114693146304623516</id><published>2006-05-10T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T02:12:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Survey (:</title><content type='html'>Would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution : This Survey Rating is R&lt;br /&gt;Do not proceed if easily offended by possible vulgar or suggestive language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be pecked at by wild turkeys or step in cow poop with your bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;-Step in cow poop. 'Cause turkeys are not cute, even if their wild. And I refused to be pecked by a bunch of scary birds. NUH UH. Neither is cow poop cute but at least it doesnt hurt to step on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose your front teeth or lose a finger?&lt;br /&gt;-Lose my front teeth. I need my fingers. Like, artificial teeth are everywhere now. If you'd rather me lose my finger, I'll point my middle finger at ya. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French kiss a member of the same sex or see your dad naked?&lt;br /&gt;-EWW. French kiss a member of the same sex. I don't even want to imagine seeing my dad naked. EWW OMG. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry a member of the mofia or marry a secret agent?&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT'S THE MOFIA. Whatever. It'd be pretty cool to marry a secret agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have moldly birthday cake or fresh beatles?&lt;br /&gt;-Fresh beatles. I have like, brown mould on my toilet wall. I've been looking at the rusty old mould for four freaking years. I do not want to imagine myself eating it with a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be chased by a bear or face to face with an aligator?&lt;br /&gt;-Chased by a bear. Cause I can talk to bears but aligators, they just bite you, they dont have ears! They dont even listen. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your cousin or flash your brother?&lt;br /&gt;-Kiss my cousin. Duh. My cousins are cute and they have good genes alright. Flashing to my brother is just sick. Shut up. Don't even try to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step on a wasp or step on a snake?&lt;br /&gt;-Step on a snake. Snakes are pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go skinny dipping in the moonlight or go to a nude beach in full sunlight?&lt;br /&gt;-Skinny dipping in the moonlight. Going to a nude beach in full sunlight will get you stripped by someone, get your bikini stolen and eveybody will comment on your fat. So no, no nude beach in full sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a vampire or a werewolf?&lt;br /&gt;-Werewolf. Then I can talk to my dog and he'd understand me. Wolves and dogs are related yknow. Like monkeys and human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your best friend or sleep with your ex?&lt;br /&gt;-Kiss my best friend! Sleeping with your ex is stupid. Its like prostitution but its worse cause you actually knew that guy and he either ditched you or you ditched him. EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a gynocologist or a proctologist?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know. WHAT'S A PROCTOLOGIST ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be dominate or submissive?&lt;br /&gt;-No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally pee during sex, or accidentally fart, loudly?&lt;br /&gt;-No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal from a greedy rich man or have sex with him?&lt;br /&gt;-Steal from a greedy rich man. He's probably fat, since he's greedy. And probably clumsy, since he's fat. Now isn't that just an easy target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be lost in a desert or wounded in the forest?&lt;br /&gt;-Wounded in the forest. Bears will take care of me and bring me home. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break a heart or have a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;-Have a broken heart. I don't really mind being heartbroken. But you'll never know about the guy side. Besides, if I ditch someone, he'll probably start bitching about me. Unless he really really loves me. But I'm 14, guys my age think about dota, they are immature and they talk alot. Get my reputation ruined and I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a tiger for a pet or a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;-A tiger. Tigers are sexy. Monkeys chatter. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be called a slut or a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;-A bitch. &lt;strong&gt;Cause a bitch is just a female dog&lt;/strong&gt; and a slut is a vicious and sly person who sleeps with every guy she meets, including bestfriend's boyfriend, cousin's husband, sister's dog, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the fight or end the fight?&lt;br /&gt;-End the fight. That's what I'd rather do but I'm always the one who starts one. &lt;em&gt;Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be chased by a warthog or bitten by a spider?&lt;br /&gt;-Chased by a warthog. I get to laugh at it cause it can't climb trees. HAHA WHAT A LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheat or be cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;-Cheat. Cause when I love someone, I'd give up loads of stuff for him and I'd be like super sweet. But if he freakin &lt;strong&gt;cheats on me&lt;/strong&gt; after all that stuff I do for him, I'll stab his mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell like a monkey or look like one?&lt;br /&gt;-Smell like a monkey. Monkeys are hairy. EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blonde or brunette?&lt;br /&gt;-Blonde. Blondes are prettier. No offence to brunettes! That's my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn karate or tai chi?&lt;br /&gt;-Karate. Tai chi's way too slow for me. I'm impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kissed softly all over, or hard and passionately on the mouth?&lt;br /&gt;-No preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drown or fall to your death?&lt;br /&gt;-Fall to my death. Drowning's painful. I do not want to try to be a fish before I die. That's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your dinner with a tiger or walk across a river of crocodiles?&lt;br /&gt;-Share my dinner with a tiger. Crocodiles are just mean. They snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle with a bear or ride an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;-I've rode on an elephant before. It was scary. So yeah, cuddle with a bear. And he'd read me a bed time story. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Europe or to the Carribean?&lt;br /&gt;-Europe. WHERE'S THE CARRIBEAN? The place they shot Pirates of the Carribean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be someone's sugar daddy or be someone's pimp?&lt;br /&gt;-Sugar daddy. Like santa claus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat rotten bananas or drink fermented juice?&lt;br /&gt;-Not mould again. Rotten bananas please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be famous or rich?&lt;br /&gt;-Rich. And I'll get famous easily. THE RICHEST PERSON ON EARTH IS OBVIOUSLY FAMOUS, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Titanic or Die Hard?&lt;br /&gt;-Watch Titanic. Near.. far... wherever you are.. That movie. A sad sad love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a superhero or villian?&lt;br /&gt;-Sexy villian. YEAH MANN IM THE BAD GIRL ALL THE GOOD GUYS WANT. Who's your mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be able to read minds or fly?&lt;br /&gt;-Be able to read minds. Then I'd know whether that taxi driver is trying to cheat my money again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the river or the lake?&lt;br /&gt;-Lake. Waterfall. Enya music. That's life mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your mom sing or your dad sing?&lt;br /&gt;-My mom sing. My dad is loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be caught masturbating or be caught having kinky sex?&lt;br /&gt;-No comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be completely and forever lonely or bleed to death?&lt;br /&gt;-Bleed to death but had a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run in a marathon or compete in the olympics?&lt;br /&gt;-Run in a marathon? *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have chocolate cake or vanilla ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;-Vanilla ice cream. I like cold stuff. Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be pooped on by a baby or throw up on yourself in the car?&lt;br /&gt;-Throw up on myself. Pooped on by somebody else's poop and not having a chance to scream at that bastard is just ridiculously stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly with the eagles or swim with dolphins?&lt;br /&gt;-Swim with the dolphins. I have a thing with heights. Besides, dolphins are the cutest big fish-like mammals in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;random survey i got from bzoink!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114693146304623516?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114693146304623516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114693146304623516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114693146304623516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114693146304623516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-survey.html' title='Random Survey (:'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114717871842899386</id><published>2006-05-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:11:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choir, choir concert, new york, blood, literature, A2, failing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;go for choir concert please!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, all the cool kids are going so YEAH, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;go go go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to convince jared to goo {&lt;em&gt;for the 4th time? or is it the 5th..}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ajdajdajdajdajdacdcdwefewfewgeggewged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT NO MONEY AH AH AH&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; irritating&lt;/span&gt; ;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jiejie's gone to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;US new jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a 4 hour flight to Taiwan then a 17 hour flight or something to New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NYC CABS HONK HONK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man what am i doing in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; singa&lt;/span&gt;pore!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want to go US too but mummy doesnt allow&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY krystalle cut her finger!&lt;br /&gt;{so scary} i touched her blood {ARGH}&lt;br /&gt;and jared asked me whether i tasted it?&lt;br /&gt;{lol} that jerk, he is like, drunk 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we had choir rehersal so i skipped half of maths and the whole of literature&lt;br /&gt;we got our lit papers back and i had no idea who kept mine for me&lt;br /&gt;but i scored &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18/25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its an A2 {bloody shark}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no A1s this term?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. i've had enough of failing!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get top 3 at the end of this year&lt;br /&gt;yes, its gonna be me.&lt;br /&gt;wait and see!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*the rest is random*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im tired of people &lt;s&gt;fcuking&lt;/s&gt; underestimating my abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so screw school, screw maths, screw science, and screw everybody who fucking ignored me when it comes to school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;FCUK.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114717871842899386?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114717871842899386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114717871842899386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is loving him still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though her heart begs the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sign of healing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's loving him still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simon Webbe is &lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114700191097596389?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114700191097596389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114700191097596389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114700191097596389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114700191097596389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='random!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114699775272355711</id><published>2006-05-07T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:32:11.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart you!</title><content type='html'>lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poster is right beside my bed.&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep deep dimple =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bai chi smile.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay i sign nice nice for you =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS is evil. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice nice smile =)))&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;take care! stop breaking bones. thank you very much. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114699775272355711?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114699775272355711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114699775272355711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114699775272355711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114699775272355711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-heart-you.html' title='i heart you!'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114692759342919480</id><published>2006-05-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:04:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucky, Porestrips, Yishun Central, Skin disease, Toilets, Giant Fishballs, Thighs.</title><content type='html'>eathis morning it was raining &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;god damn heavily&lt;/span&gt; :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there was lightning and crashes and &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;omg then this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;super loud thunder&lt;/span&gt; rudely hit me awake&lt;br /&gt;what the wrinkled banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it tripped {temporary power failure} whatever you call it&lt;br /&gt;and i kept thinking of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imminentwill.com/film/images/seed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid killer doll&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;'cause a few days ago i accidentally caught it on &lt;strong&gt;HBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;omg it was damn funny MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN&lt;br /&gt;but the dolls look real freaky&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been scared of chucky since i was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my bro played it and told me i would be super scared if i watched it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i refused to listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALWAYS {&lt;u&gt;I REPEAT&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;} LISTEN TO BIG BROTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;although they would laugh at you over&lt;em&gt; {maybe}&lt;/em&gt; nothing at all and be really stupid and silly and whatever,&lt;br /&gt;when they say do not watch &lt;strong&gt;this&amp;amp;that&lt;/strong&gt;, you'd better listen.&lt;br /&gt;or you'll be haunted by the memories of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chucky the killer doll&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's too extreme.&lt;br /&gt;maybe just until you realize killer dolls dont actually exist cause their plastic&lt;br /&gt;but until then you would have thrown your dolls {who can pee, okay!} away&lt;br /&gt;cause you think that it actually has a bladder&lt;br /&gt;a real bladder. those that store urine.&lt;em&gt; or whatever it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY, i freaked out and woke up cause it eventually lead to me thinking about ghosts and stuff and i got really scared.&lt;br /&gt;im really timid. whatever. you can laugh at me and its HAHA back to you.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i know, you have a fetish for pore strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i just used my first pore strip 'cause i have huge pores.&lt;br /&gt;my skin sucks okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i know i know i know&lt;/span&gt; i dont have acne&lt;br /&gt;but my pores are so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hugeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it totally hurt{{ {ED} past tense? whatever.}}&lt;br /&gt;'cause like my skin's too dry or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i used biore pore pack, the black one cause i dont have black heads&lt;br /&gt;you can try it. my skin feels smoother after that.&lt;br /&gt;then again, maybe its 'cause 10 layers of my skin was gone with the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up and i went to yishun central to get my dermatologist&lt;br /&gt;'cause i have this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; patch on my neck and it looks like a birth mark, which sucks&lt;br /&gt;{no offence to people who have birthmarks, you probably look gorgeous with one since you're BORN with one}&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, im not born with a birthmark on my neck and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel so weird with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;plus after workouts, it gets &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;super red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it just looks like somebody left a lovebite on me and that SUCKS A WHOLE LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{so screw this thing. you guys know what it is?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but yeah, then the clinic was closed.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to go look for Dr. Ang {not a specialist, just a doctor} and her clinic was closed too&lt;br /&gt;SCREW POLLING DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh no dont screw polling day {there was free parking!!}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with Mummy and we were walking around the marketplace&lt;br /&gt;she was looking for little baskets for our food court&lt;br /&gt;then i walked pass the market and i realized how bloody long i haven't stepped onto this piece of land.&lt;br /&gt;yknow, the familiar smell of raw pork, that kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dang the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"once, i fell down there, and after that i smelt like a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the worst thing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i needed to pee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toilet was NASTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wastes, urine, faeces, vomit,&lt;/strong&gt; whatever digested or indigested food you can possibly think of was there.&lt;br /&gt;okay its alright i mean, &lt;em&gt;im in a marketplace&lt;/em&gt;. what can i expect. {esp when i urgently need to pee}&lt;br /&gt;my brain didnt even have time to process the kinda gross images im receiving, much less complain lah. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this group of aunties came in and started complaining&lt;br /&gt;"HAIYOH. THIS PLACE AH, SO WET AND DIRTY. NEED TO PAY 10 CENTS TO COME IN BUT DONT EVEN HAVE TOILET PAPER. AIYOH!!ANG MO KIO ONE IS SO MUCH CLEANER LAH.. blahblahbla"&lt;br /&gt;lol. i was thinking, "HELL YEAH. &lt;s&gt;but you guys are kinda noisy&lt;/s&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to see my dentist and the sad news is&lt;br /&gt;i still have to wear my braces for another month or something&lt;br /&gt;DANG! i told the whole world i would be taking em out today.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, just one more month!&lt;br /&gt;uh.. hurray. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out my new house&lt;br /&gt;my new room looks super cool&lt;br /&gt;and i looooooooooooooooooved it loads! {thanks mum&amp;dad}&lt;br /&gt;apparantly my supposed "dance studio" is at the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how cool is that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's gonna be a theatre set so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;you can do karaoke and&lt;em&gt; {i dont know}&lt;/em&gt; watch chucky, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got back home then yadah yadah&lt;br /&gt;oh i bought giant fishballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6737/561/200/Photo-0972.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my pathetic attempt to prove to you that its giant.&lt;br /&gt;its the size of my palm!&lt;br /&gt;serious, and it was even bigger before it was cooked.&lt;br /&gt;yup! bought from yishun central. pretty cool. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, im not showing off my thighs &lt;em&gt;{but thank you if you think their fit}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i had to like, show my hand for comparison and my other hand had to hold the cam&lt;br /&gt;so what can i hold the stick of fishball with? my toes?&lt;br /&gt;i was on a car seat for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to blog about, unless you wanna hear me say really boring stuff like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh i went home and i slept i woke up and i ate then i slept again then i went youtube then i watch video omg so fun then i slept again then i woke up and i went to my relatives house yadahyadah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114692759342919480?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114692759342919480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114692759342919480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114692759342919480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114692759342919480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/chucky-porestrips-yishun-central-skin.html' title='Chucky, Porestrips, Yishun Central, Skin disease, Toilets, Giant Fishballs, Thighs.'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114682783298304658</id><published>2006-05-05T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:17:12.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Yeo is funny &amp; other stuff</title><content type='html'>today, miss yeo suddenly walked to me during asssembly and asked me in a super secretive manner&lt;br /&gt;"are you/people around you very sian of choir?"&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"like very tired and then dont wanna sing that kinda thing.. like are all the practices too much?"&lt;br /&gt;"huh no lah.. i think tired is for sure one.. but everybody wants to practise wad..."&lt;br /&gt;"really ah? okay... cause i heard that many people are getting very sian.."&lt;br /&gt;"uh. hahahhaa."&lt;br /&gt;scare me. i thought what scary thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my choir concert's in 12 days!! =D =D =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. so exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i've got stuff to grumble about&lt;br /&gt;my eyelashes suck.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to curl them this morning and they just refuse to curl.&lt;br /&gt;why can't my hair be as straight as my eyelashes!!!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114682783298304658?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114682783298304658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114682783298304658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114682783298304658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114682783298304658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/miss-yeo-is-funny-other-stuff.html' title='Miss Yeo is funny &amp; other stuff'/><author><name>yinz</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-10596097.post-114674271801307195</id><published>2006-05-04T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:07:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News, Bad News. Happy News, Sad News.</title><content type='html'>Let's start off with some good news.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I topped the class in Higher Chinese (something I never thought would happen)&lt;br /&gt;I bet you never would have guessed that I'm so pro!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA! Just when I thought I suck at languages and rock at Math and Science,&lt;br /&gt;The opposite happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like every term I'd top some thing. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm showing off. Not happy ah?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no clue how I would score for History and Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont feel like taking literature next year..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have a feeling that I'll score better in Lit. Screw it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of stupid study talk&lt;br /&gt;my dog just had his fur trimmed and now he's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cutest &lt;em&gt;hairless &lt;/em&gt;dog on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bad news.&lt;br /&gt;Oneone happily pissed me off today&lt;br /&gt;Like, I really loved them and really cared for them&lt;br /&gt;and really really went to their class every morning to entertain them&lt;br /&gt;and they fucking screwed my mood up&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE. I WON'T CARE ABOUT THEM ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really a limit to fun.&lt;br /&gt;I joke around with them and tease them but I don't really go hurt their feelings&lt;br /&gt;Like, its already irritating enough that Weilong gets pissed over me calling him Meatball.&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Its F-U-N-N-Y. So laugh! Like seriously, Its damn stupid to get angry over such an un-serious person like me.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, your brain's probably screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind him calling me short, but he went to the extend of saying stuff like&lt;br /&gt;"Sec 2 already still so short, go home and reflect upon yourself lah, idiot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in a super angry and super rude and annoying tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although that sentence that he said&lt;strong&gt; totally does not make sense,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shows that he's a &lt;strong&gt;complete moron unaware of what he's talking about,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still got me&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I was just joking with him in a super friendly tone and he took it so seriously and fucking gave me that stinking attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I've said before many times, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE PEOPLE WITH AN ATTITUDE PROBLEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was joking, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even mind if he calls me a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"short pig who needs a miror"&lt;/span&gt; if he says it jokingly,&lt;br /&gt;like he just wants me to laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;In this case he just sounds like he COMPLETELY WANTS ME TO JUMP INTO THE 18TH LEVEL OF HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;What an attp loser.&lt;/s&gt; Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are even worse people.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether juniors nowadays just like to think everything a senior says is serious and really means it when he/she says it. Or what LAH.&lt;br /&gt;They just can't see the funny and fun fun side of things.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I go and joke around and they fucking scream at me.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LAH.&lt;br /&gt;the girls are alright&lt;br /&gt;But the guys just suck lah okay&lt;br /&gt;Even Weixuan said stuff like "SO blahblah i forgot what he say blahblah..No wonder not councillor lah"&lt;br /&gt;and they all laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT&lt;br /&gt;It's so bloody personal AND IT FUCKING HURT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys just go and screw your lives up&lt;br /&gt;Go and let everybody think that you all are arrogant nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors nowadays can't take ANY joke at all, can they?&lt;br /&gt;Constantly PMSing 24 hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I never bothered to be a peerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sixty percent angry news 40 percent happy news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir's super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But the sight of _____ just makes me smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I just hate people who get angry and then start screwing up everybody else's mood.&lt;br /&gt;Like hello? Its sad enough you're so sad already, why are you making everybody else sad?!&lt;br /&gt;Its so annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;Making people sad, doesnt make you any happier, does it?&lt;br /&gt;So stop it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; stupid grumpy voice just irks me so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10596097-114674271801307195?l=yinilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114674271801307195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10596097&amp;postID=114674271801307195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114674271801307195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10596097/posts/default/114674271801307195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yinilicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-news-bad-news-happy-news-sad-news.html' title='Good News, Bad News. 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