<?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-15242434</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:30:28.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-the memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5023760417758482012</id><published>2010-05-03T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:24:55.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so desperate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i know you will look down on me;&lt;br /&gt;Because i m just as brag as you are;&lt;br /&gt;Because i pin high hope on myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for passing grades, strive for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5023760417758482012?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5023760417758482012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5023760417758482012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5023760417758482012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5023760417758482012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-so-desperate-now.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6705167435628198103</id><published>2010-05-02T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:04:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday, 3rd of March marks the significant day of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing can describe how tensed up i am now, i seriously wish that i would pass it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6705167435628198103?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6705167435628198103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6705167435628198103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6705167435628198103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6705167435628198103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2010/05/monday-3rd-of-march-marks-significant.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2052060800630513338</id><published>2010-04-30T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:27:20.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, i cant remember when i last visited this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dono why, but i had the urge to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things fussing over me now, and i cant really express my feelings well. Neither do i have the habit to pour my thoughts out to the close ones because i do not want them to worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been engaging in really fool acts this couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was talking to friend on phone hinting that i was reaching Auburn station already and he was late, the next moment i threw the phone back to my bag and continued engrossing myself in the MX newspaper. By the time i realised it, the train was heading to Granville which was two stops after mine. Stupid. Eventually, i was the one who was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today i was once again too fascinated in the Da Vinci Code book ( okay, i agreed i m slow) which made me go all the way to Town Hall Station, my exact destination was Central actually. Fortunately i paid attention to the announcer, otherwise i would ended up in North Sydney. Conclusion: late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe this habit of mine because i had to wait for the following train which would took me more than 10 minutes. Hopefully, i would be more alert and the announcer gotta project his voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is approaching, i need a hot water bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2052060800630513338?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2052060800630513338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2052060800630513338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2052060800630513338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2052060800630513338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-i-cant-remember-when-i-last-visited.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2308024469651278643</id><published>2009-12-18T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:20:52.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This sounds a little exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture yourself standing in the town, without a sight of bus?? Oh great, i chanced upon this rare circumstance today, in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, it was raining cats and dogs. I had to walk all the way from museum station to South Dowling street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it was relatively appealing to me, having to see all the office workers packed on the street. Some were still waiting under the bus stand for the it-will-never-appear buses, some were carrying the umbrellas walking in a quick pace to reach their offices on the dot while some were standing along the road waving for the Taxis eagerly. Apparently, the cabs were all occupied. There should be an increasing profit for the drivers on that day man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, when i reached my work place with my entire lower body covered with dirts cos i was wearing slipper then. It's disgusting, honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Avatar 3D movie at hurstville cinema, the movie was great. But, the 3D effect was still as horrible as before to me. I felt giddy right after i put on the spectacle, so the Kuku me was catching the entire 3D effect movie without the spectacle on, having to finish the entire movie in blur version. But, the effect's are fascinating man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd been 2 days, and i m still down with headache. God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get engage in 3D movie again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2308024469651278643?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2308024469651278643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2308024469651278643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2308024469651278643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2308024469651278643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-sounds-little-exaggerating.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6352041656206985851</id><published>2009-11-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:26:33.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sw4fbv4gtmI/AAAAAAAABEA/EGsGnJoFN3Q/s1600/snapshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408294764088964706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sw4fbv4gtmI/AAAAAAAABEA/EGsGnJoFN3Q/s400/snapshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sw4e5EH54jI/AAAAAAAABD4/ZOA-1nYlF6Y/s1600/snapshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, the spirit of blogging is ceasing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been frigging lucky/unlucky today! Well, i nearly lost my phone, or rather i gave up searching for it myself till my mates came for my rescue at the precise minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my clique, and then fished for my phone in the bag. Dang, i knew i had left the phone on the resaurant that we dined in. With the intense heat, it made me feel more discouraged and i thought the phone would definately be taken by someone already. Neither do i remember any of the numbers from my friend. ( i think i should try to pin down a couple of their numbers on my head now, just in case of emergency)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was about to insert my card to the machine and headed to the platform, at this instant second, my friends came to my sight. I was like, omg. So, we headed back to the restaurant and i retrieved back my phone then. Fortunately no one was attending to the table that we had eaten just now, otherwise it would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay! So, i would like to express my gratitude to 俩位姐姐们，谢啦！ 哈哈！ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6352041656206985851?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6352041656206985851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6352041656206985851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6352041656206985851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6352041656206985851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-again-spirit-of-blogging-is.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sw4fbv4gtmI/AAAAAAAABEA/EGsGnJoFN3Q/s72-c/snapshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2672138145610157490</id><published>2009-11-22T07:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:29:14.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOLLONGONG MIDNIGHT CRAB CATCHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this was an impromptu activities cause Penny initially came over to my house to fetch me to her unit and touch on our powerpoint presentation. When she arrived at my door, she told me to bring an extra set of clothes. I was struggling whether i should go for it as i had not been having sufficient rest then. Well, i decided to go for it anyway. It was a awesome trip though i suffered from weariness the following couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a donkey years since i had last seen Jim and Crystal. On that night, there were a sole guy together with 7 females tagging along. We set off at 9pm and met up with jim and the rest at hurstville. Jim led the way out of Sydney and off we headed for wollongong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unbelievable, i was not sleeping for the entire trip to wollongong. Most of them time, i was chattering with Summer and singing out loud in the car with the rest of the girls. Within hours, we reached the beach. I had to admit that i was having cold feet when i caught sight of the place that we were going to carry our activities because ruthless high tides are hitting against the rock consistently. What if someone was being carried away into the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was conscientiously alert of the waves coming to us and did not really dare to go far while the chivalrious Jim &amp;amp; Summer went distance away from us. The rest of us were basically fooling around in the safe zone, inspecting the area with the dim touch light for crabs. (Man, we should have brought more touchlight there!) Even if we were to spot the crabs lying on the rock, nobody really manage or dare to catch it. I did give a try, yet failed. They may seemed small, but they escaped swiftly. Later, we appraoched a pool-like corner where lots of sea urchin were visible for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, after an hour of warm-up. I plucked up my courage and went down to the water to catch them. I had no gloves with me, so i pull down the sleeves of my snickers and it was a relatively big harvest. There was this sea urchin which i broke all his spikes and it was still sticking madly onto the rock like a super glue. And i got attacked by his spikes on my fore finger, it hasn't recover till now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jim and Summer recruited our team and they had a big bucket of crabs along with them. Everyone cheered! Yay! We'd plenty of crabs to taste when we are back in Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i insisted partnering with Jim and headed far to catch the crabs as well. Oh, after a couple of successful catches, i began more valiant despite being un-skilled in swimming! I can be easily swept off by the fierce waves that were attacking us occasionally. It was such a awesome experience man! We got a couple to huge crabs and it was really hilarious in the process of catching one of the crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by a Macdonald for our dinner, i had an extra chocolate sundae that made me shiver while having them. I love ice-creams! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of us gathered at Penny's unit at an 2plus am in the morning dealing with the crabs. Jim cleaned and cooked the crabs and we would be having the chilli-crab the following day for dinner. (By the way, the crabs tasted heavenly! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 3 plus am and did a quick wash up before i went into my dreamland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406707716598860146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8BbQ9CXI/AAAAAAAABB4/pFKgGfeXRUQ/s400/CC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dang! This was my first catch, i thought it was a crab! On the second thought, why on earth would the crab stick onto the rock and i had to put on some force to pull it out. It turned our to be i-dono-what-it-called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9iGv0XfI/AAAAAAAABDo/RydnjI7jEes/s1600/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0153_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406709377538481650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9iGv0XfI/AAAAAAAABDo/RydnjI7jEes/s400/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0153_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, i gave up on the crabs and directed my attention to the sea urchins! Look at my first try, my body language depicts that i was a little scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406709369535034338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9ho7pc-I/AAAAAAAABDY/rn_KNI88EtA/s400/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0150_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9iL9ePmI/AAAAAAAABDg/FdsBr1cEZuE/s1600/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0152_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406709378937929314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9iL9ePmI/AAAAAAAABDg/FdsBr1cEZuE/s400/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0152_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, i was more courageous after catching some. And i wanna more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9hc4tnmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/67rDn1yqRxA/s1600/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0149_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406709366301498978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9hc4tnmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/67rDn1yqRxA/s400/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0149_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And more this time! Look, i was getting onto the water now! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406708442220363266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8rqamfgI/AAAAAAAABDA/5DxEMbX30kw/s400/CC%23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406708429904199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8q8iMwKI/AAAAAAAABCw/SHhO7k2_unU/s400/CC9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406707720376895282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8BpVtRzI/AAAAAAAABCA/OQPrWb8oMY8/s400/CC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And these were the sea urchins that were being slaughtered by jim and consumed by Summer and Penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406709382660717506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh9iZ1De8I/AAAAAAAABDw/WSXAW-0at3k/s400/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F0154_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta da! Our fruiful catch! Okay, it's me in the picture. Just in case the people wanna look for me cause it was illegal, we didnt have a liscence you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8rSdB1QI/AAAAAAAABC4/CXSTN5DOeMk/s1600/CC10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406708435788092674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8rSdB1QI/AAAAAAAABC4/CXSTN5DOeMk/s400/CC10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406707739421683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8CwSVr7I/AAAAAAAABCY/CjdHYfR8Zl4/s400/CC6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8qrP3f9I/AAAAAAAABCo/WtBMXKXf-YY/s1600/CC8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406708425263906770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8qrP3f9I/AAAAAAAABCo/WtBMXKXf-YY/s400/CC8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8qI6mgZI/AAAAAAAABCg/FDwwHYUoa28/s1600/CC7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406708416047907218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8qI6mgZI/AAAAAAAABCg/FDwwHYUoa28/s400/CC7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8CVPPiHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/B-vNmz8acdo/s1600/CC5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406707732160940146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8CVPPiHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/B-vNmz8acdo/s400/CC5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406707729644437138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8CL3QvpI/AAAAAAAABCI/EjauF6qC320/s400/CC4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406708711143707938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh87UO7FSI/AAAAAAAABDI/T8a3kXNiYHU/s400/CC%24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This scene was absolutely amusing because the crabs were all crawling out from the pot of hot water. Jim was busy putting them back into the pot with the tongs! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was cruel because they were killed alive. Awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that round up our entire activity! I wished to be back for another round of enjoyment! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2672138145610157490?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2672138145610157490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2672138145610157490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2672138145610157490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2672138145610157490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/11/wollongong-midnight-crab-catching.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Swh8BbQ9CXI/AAAAAAAABB4/pFKgGfeXRUQ/s72-c/CC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7730889159227619687</id><published>2009-11-13T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:49:51.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you shows me attitude, i'll be exasperated. I m a little mean, i know.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden urge to be rowdy towards everything around me. On contrary, i can never bring myself to perform this act. I have this train of thoughts which i dont feel like elaborating, maybe i dont wanna mention about it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i m having a handful of cravings now, despite reminding myself countless time that i have to ban myself on those junk snacks. Chocolates, ice creams &amp;amp; Easyway just cant be shake off from my mind now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang blazing sun rays beating against me daily on my way home, i suppose this is the main excuses that i can come out with for craving ice-creams &amp;amp; Easyway. Anyhow, I'm heading back to Singapore soon to fill myself with pounds and pounds of pearl milktea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the purpose of me to get settle down for this entry is to rant about my sleeping hours. You know what? Basically, i keep my eyes shut whenever i can fork out this time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painstaking powerpoint presentation we had done over the past few days were paid off eventually. Apparently, i had sacrificed a couple of my night beauty sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this instance when i kept my Ipod blasting on my ear while i was sleeping soundly in the train. The neighbouring commuters were caught in surprise when i removed my Ipod, maybe my music had been a pain in their neck for the entire journey. Hahaha, i was playing the xiaozhu's cheng yao! Thinking of which, it was amusing though. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon while i was walking home with my eyes semi-shut, an old man who was approaching towards me stared at me curiously. Definately not to forget to take a last look of me before he was gone. I was thinking to myself, "噢摆脱老爷爷，我有眼睛的好不好,我只是一边走一边睡。if i were to have such apair of mini eyes, 我早去整容了啦”. And so, i guffawed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly banged against a tree while i was sleeping&amp;amp; walking at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hibernate, I WISH BABY.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;P/S: 这几天谢谢潘呢和WENDY养胖了我&lt;br /&gt;        我要死掉了~ 哈·&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7730889159227619687?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7730889159227619687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7730889159227619687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7730889159227619687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7730889159227619687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-shows-me-attitude-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-661346567848763317</id><published>2009-11-09T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:00:26.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is really disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i am always giving in, i feel really sad about this. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all i know, i wanna be myself. I wanna be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-661346567848763317?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/661346567848763317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=661346567848763317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/661346567848763317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/661346567848763317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-really-disheartening.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7911778585443645884</id><published>2009-11-08T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:51:57.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EFF the reports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, i had been staring at this friging event proposal assignment for god damn 2 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7911778585443645884?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7911778585443645884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7911778585443645884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7911778585443645884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7911778585443645884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/11/eff-reports-dang-i-had-been-staring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3883564351229139980</id><published>2009-10-29T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:50:45.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH TO NOELLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ll see you soon ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3883564351229139980?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3883564351229139980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3883564351229139980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3883564351229139980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3883564351229139980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-18th-to-noelle-i-ll-see-you-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8713875032315877111</id><published>2009-10-26T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:28:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My most proper written essay dated back on 2007, the O level English Examination. I find it hard to express myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's time for me to brush up on my English. The confessions are, i have to sit for Cambridge IELTS Exam when 2010 sets in, and i had been hanging out with a Chinese Clique for approximately 2 years. My chinese has improved relatively well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to strive hard now, and attain probably an average grade of 8! Omg, i ll be elated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am having moodswing now, homesick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish i had not make a choice of coming here whenever i had this kind of feeling, i loathe it. Apparently i detest someone who tends to get into my nerves every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like what the hell, I always never fails to receive your messages in between the lines. FYI, I'm the one who had been trying to clear up the mess all the time. And the one who had always been putting up shows in front of others, the sight of you irks me ENTIRELY. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could have pull myself out from this hell if it wasn;t my Mom who gets really concern about me every now and then. This makes me feel so disheartening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having myself to land in such circumstances, i feel so good-for-nothing. The initial goal that i had set for myself is not fulfilled, yet worsen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What should i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8713875032315877111?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8713875032315877111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8713875032315877111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8713875032315877111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8713875032315877111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-most-proper-written-essay-dated-back.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3018470407300945435</id><published>2009-10-21T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:04:51.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A: I need your street name now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Kids on the avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Uh huh, so what's your street please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: It's kids on the avenue  mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395006402275520066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/St7pvSiXLkI/AAAAAAAABBY/cMqEqcJX6pw/s400/IMG_3634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395007157251394514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/St7qbPCoy9I/AAAAAAAABBg/9KNSwp4kIFQ/s400/kidz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is a little random. But, i seriously think that this street name is fascinating! Whenever i come across this street, i ll role-play with myself for entertainment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the street that i reside in now is appealing too, New England Drive. That's pretty cool too isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3018470407300945435?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3018470407300945435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3018470407300945435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3018470407300945435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3018470407300945435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-your-street-name-now.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/St7pvSiXLkI/AAAAAAAABBY/cMqEqcJX6pw/s72-c/IMG_3634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1519174803150223531</id><published>2009-10-14T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:51:48.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy ass, new term will be brought in real soon. I guess i need to do something with my sleeping hours. It seriously goes haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! Alarm is not working on me already )))): Even if it runs for an hour, i m still on my cozy bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1519174803150223531?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1519174803150223531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1519174803150223531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1519174803150223531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1519174803150223531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-ass-new-term-will-be-brought-in.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6272928955432480354</id><published>2009-10-08T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:10:29.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it was the past late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sick, mentally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6272928955432480354?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6272928955432480354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6272928955432480354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6272928955432480354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6272928955432480354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1959070378672226398</id><published>2009-10-07T20:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:16:30.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LMAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SsyEx8HHltI/AAAAAAAABBA/EQWcEbQHMFA/s1600-h/06102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389828847540082386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SsyEx8HHltI/AAAAAAAABBA/EQWcEbQHMFA/s400/06102009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SsyEX2S9TsI/AAAAAAAABAw/BQDZiKF0qeQ/s1600-h/06102009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389828399302528706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SsyEX2S9TsI/AAAAAAAABAw/BQDZiKF0qeQ/s400/06102009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While feeding him dinner last night, drizzling, his fur was relatively wet. It was good enough for me to style him, which made me guffawed. He was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829602816186834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SsyFd5u-WdI/AAAAAAAABBQ/JEklyi79i7o/s400/20071205065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay, that's Winnie! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1959070378672226398?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1959070378672226398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1959070378672226398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1959070378672226398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1959070378672226398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/lmao-while-feeding-him-dinner-last.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SsyEx8HHltI/AAAAAAAABBA/EQWcEbQHMFA/s72-c/06102009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1739758395108721620</id><published>2009-10-06T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:57:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Donkey years happenings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, i'm going to blog about my last day of the term right now. Before my enthusiasm died on me, i need to get this entry quick and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when sandstorm took place in Sydney which caught me bewildered, the sky was slightly red in colour when i got up around 7 plus am. It was later that i know it was a sandstorm. New England Dr. Street stroke like a dead city, with not a single soul on the street till we got to the express way. People were apparently KiaSi and remained indoor because there's no traffic jam then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowish sands enveloped the streets and the vehicles. The cars that were lying on the streets looked like those machineries that had not been catered to for a couple of decades man! Honestly. Cousin-in-law's car included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture on my camera, as you could see the sky should be clear and Mr Sunny should be welcoming us at the time of 9am, unfortunately no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389424825725257442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssVUxkGhuI/AAAAAAAAA_A/NjGgEd7J748/s400/IMG_3567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389424844629362050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssVV3_MRYI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/-41010HS-00/s400/IMG_3571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Taken from my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389424836650269826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssVVaQ0_II/AAAAAAAAA_I/yL7RsJ6tMV8/s400/IMG_3568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389426325128254850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssWsDRolYI/AAAAAAAAA_w/UHRNQVBuh30/s400/IMG_3573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389426316497456866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssWrjH5DuI/AAAAAAAAA_o/nqInB-nxyv8/s400/IMG_3572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All the food and beverages contributed by our classmates. The food was 1000X more enough, we had to give out to the other classes at the end of the party. There were like 20 plus packets of chips unattended to, and i got to bring home one with the BBQ ribs flavour.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sssbrk-F6VI/AAAAAAAABAg/87uwbs9sGL8/s1600-h/IMG_3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389431814551365970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sssbrk-F6VI/AAAAAAAABAg/87uwbs9sGL8/s400/IMG_3595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssbrOkIuHI/AAAAAAAABAY/qgUy1TWFUvU/s1600-h/IMG_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389431808536918130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssbrOkIuHI/AAAAAAAABAY/qgUy1TWFUvU/s400/IMG_3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssbqUs82II/AAAAAAAABAQ/8fynWPLeyhw/s1600-h/IMG_3593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389431793004632194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssbqUs82II/AAAAAAAABAQ/8fynWPLeyhw/s400/IMG_3593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssWt9dr1KI/AAAAAAAABAI/KwlTVAdfRh4/s1600-h/IMG_3592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389426357927924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssWt9dr1KI/AAAAAAAABAI/KwlTVAdfRh4/s400/IMG_3592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They just got really high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389426346908792434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssWtUahNnI/AAAAAAAABAA/2ROCsb5KcW0/s400/IMG_3587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssWswcpBfI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CSn-_QLE5TI/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiki was a really active person in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssVXCmX6lI/AAAAAAAAA_g/m7nHywo94KI/s1600-h/IMG_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389424864657926738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssVXCmX6lI/AAAAAAAAA_g/m7nHywo94KI/s400/IMG_3583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My closest mates, Penny&amp;amp;Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUPfG7fcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/jGpb2pScPdQ/s1600-h/class1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389423635360087490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUPfG7fcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/jGpb2pScPdQ/s400/class1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr France, Ms korea, Mrs/Mr/Ms philipines as well as my lovely teacher Lee Gerrod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUOzmtfTI/AAAAAAAAA-w/JVSeWkXGGq0/s1600-h/amirrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389423623682227506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUOzmtfTI/AAAAAAAAA-w/JVSeWkXGGq0/s400/amirrrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amirrrrrrrrrr was an comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my overdued &lt;strong&gt;21st birthday pictures!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Penny for the cake, it was wonderful and delicious. Breadtop was my favourite bakery! You are really sweet man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks cousins/in-laws for the celebrations and gifts as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUOesQhpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/oxaW2eTBV7s/s1600-h/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389423618068350610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUOesQhpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/oxaW2eTBV7s/s400/B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUN518VlI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B1sCd1Pzlfw/s1600-h/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389423608176858706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUN518VlI/AAAAAAAAA-g/B1sCd1Pzlfw/s400/B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUNbuC4_I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/u75e8Zdeis8/s1600-h/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389423600090670066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssUNbuC4_I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/u75e8Zdeis8/s400/B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1739758395108721620?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1739758395108721620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1739758395108721620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1739758395108721620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1739758395108721620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/donkey-years-happenings-and-yeah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SssVUxkGhuI/AAAAAAAAA_A/NjGgEd7J748/s72-c/IMG_3567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-422943067604517254</id><published>2009-10-01T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:50:06.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reminisce those days when we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;guided one another in school work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;headed to the tuition centre together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;draining up our piggybank coins on junk foods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being our tutor's role model &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;role play at home for entertainment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;barely had any conversations in a day/week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;could bicker with anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;addressed one another as "OI" and "EH"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chased after you with the CHOPPER/BAMBOO STICK when we got into fights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sincerely wanna have a conversation with you, you spoilt it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;detested you for you were driving me nuts with angst&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pestered you to guide me with some knotty mathematic questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleared your room, encountering those love letter &amp;amp; skimmed through some from your girl mates (i suppose you have about this, ha!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ironed the shitty loads of clothes for mom &amp;amp; you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felt so proud of you, having to excel in your studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; when you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;insisted not to adress me properly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made me sprained my ankle in china and took me 2 months to recover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;didnt know how to speak our dialet, i had to be your translator between our grandparents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;were always going against me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took such an effort to approach a stranger to borrow a phone during your camp to ring me up and bid me goodbye~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For the past decade, it could barely tally with the amount of joyous moment we spend together when we were little kids.Cos, we were the loggerheads then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes, we learn to be more disciplined or nurtured, &amp;amp; once strengthened our relationships again. Honestly speaking, you know i've always been showing concerns on your life and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We barely expressed our feelings towards one another, your occasional words of grattitude towards me are rather heart-stirring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; are we going to strike another war once i'm back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOHOHO! He's no one but my amicable BROTHER, CG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-422943067604517254?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/422943067604517254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=422943067604517254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/422943067604517254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/422943067604517254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminisce-those-days-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5358647286935755244</id><published>2009-09-27T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:54:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wild thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It;s relatively an atrocious issue that gets me so helpless. Finally, i understand Shushu's disturbing gestures he did months ago. It reminded me of fairy tale wicked witch spells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these while, i know my personality. C&amp;amp;C&amp;amp;C and more Cs. And i know it will disappear into the thin air within days/weeks. It's impractical to retain it unless it's AK. Ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The month of september, i'm lovin' it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all one knows, they are my raging thoughts. Still, Cs are clustering around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i m making no sense to you guys here. Apparently i m phrasing in a way that only ME understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Anlei&amp;amp;Tianyu's apartment this afternoon, Anlei got himself another puppy. Omgosh, I should classify their house as an mini animal farm. Pay attention to this, they've got 2 dogs (Max and Eva), a cat (Bunny) and a rabbit (xiao chou chou). It's hard to maintain these seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the touch of the soft fluffy rabbit on my hands. I still prefer to call him xiao lao shu (a mouse) because it seriously strike like a mouse. Really adorable man, awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, i loathe animals because i caught sight of an abusive cat attacking my brother, i wasbeing chased by another nasty tiny puppy from block to block shrieking like a lunatic for helping hands (nobody came for my rescue, FYI, i had no intention to play with that puppy man!), having to see the dead fish floating on top of the water and being flushed down to the irked me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a round of applause cos i can get on so well with animals now. Besides....... abominable slimy worms and snakes. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i have to touch on my letter writing now. ))))): It's really presurising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5358647286935755244?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5358647286935755244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5358647286935755244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5358647286935755244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5358647286935755244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/wild-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8227161493035135029</id><published>2009-09-24T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:14:46.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve not blogged about my 21st birthday!&lt;br /&gt;I ve not blogged about my last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my 21st birthday was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crystal cooked for me on saturday night for my advanced birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penny gave me a stunning surprise by appearing in front of my doorstep. (actually, i m already overjoyed that she wished me through the phone)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQ party was relatively cool, though it started to rain cats and dogs in the evening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had card game sessions, whoever belonged to my team ended up losing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recieved a speechless prezzie from someone whom i just got to know, ohmygosh, it's a waste of money seriously. well.......... it's gorgeous anyway!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The birthday wishes by everyone of you are much appreciated too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pleased to receive the wishes from friends in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teeweiwei is sweet enough to wish me everywhere. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Norlyn said she miss and love me (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yuanyuan msged me in the midnight when i was in my lala land.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zac and alex are good enough to wish me happy birthday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weithai claimed that it was my 18th birthday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JZ caught me with surprise that he wished me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toh is v slack lohhhh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jess didnt forget about me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bro msged me at the midnight when my bday was already over!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SW junior long time no see!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noelle was late, hahahahha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laoshu was really funny, he didnt know how to make a call to sydney.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pawan, i miss your lameless. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ETCETC &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english is damn lousy now )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take a looooooooooooooong rest, my brainy is not funtioning at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8227161493035135029?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8227161493035135029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8227161493035135029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8227161493035135029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8227161493035135029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-so-lost-i-ve-not-blogged-about.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3146674100439747204</id><published>2009-09-15T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:41:25.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did i mention about having a really interesting teacher now? Ohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Garrod is a pretty nice dude. At least, he does gives decent lesson for us. Every now and then, he ll fool around with us. Also, he loves distributing chewy lollis for every one of us these 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has expectations on our assignments as well, it;s exactly the other way round with Tuala, he wants us to fulfil all the reuirements in the questions with at least 4 pages in our own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Tuala? Wow, she merely wants simple answers like 3 words to a questions. Cool mate, that's "fantastic"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, i tends to miss Yuanyuan nowadays, ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just managed to amuse me in her message that seriously caught me ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"SCARE DIE ME"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has any idea what does that mean? Hahahahha, this is so hilarious to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3146674100439747204?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3146674100439747204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3146674100439747204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3146674100439747204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3146674100439747204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-i-mention-about-having-really.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4345948540515528391</id><published>2009-09-13T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:56:10.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Tuala had left our class, she insisted in assigning 2 assignments for us.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have this intuition that she may be appearing in the class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Crystal after work last friday, she's really amusing. I made a really long journey to catch up with her in the macdonald located near our school. A couple of entertaining conversation with her, covering anything under the sun really made my day. Afterall, i had not been in a joyous mood lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to cook for me this saturday, my advanced birthday dinner with them since i have to fork out this day for my relatives here instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so sweet of her man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo's back in sydney, he should be meeting up with us before he leave for Canberra again. He owns me a really big prezzie! HEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get myself into any awkward situation again ))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4345948540515528391?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4345948540515528391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4345948540515528391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4345948540515528391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4345948540515528391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/booooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-223584672257314785</id><published>2009-09-07T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:09:51.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What i believe isn;t what it shows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, i'm really weak in justifying people man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Label;CIL is really disappointing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-223584672257314785?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/223584672257314785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=223584672257314785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/223584672257314785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/223584672257314785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-believe-isnt-what-it-shows-alas.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4514167230406639678</id><published>2009-09-06T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:04:56.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll like to express my gratitude to Penny, Wendy&amp;amp; Summer for their company tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Summer for travelling all the way to my house at such hours to bring me to you guys house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder, strolling on the street at night is really pathetic. Besides the dark, i ll feel so lonely &amp;amp; regretful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How wonderful life is with your family members with you, &amp;amp; lovely friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i ll say i'm fortunate encountering a handful of nice ones here, be it happy or down, there will be someone there for me. Just a pair of listening ear will do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S The impression that Penny gave me moment ago was seriously hilarious, it flashed me back with the memory of Liang PoPo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;I cried again ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4514167230406639678?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4514167230406639678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4514167230406639678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4514167230406639678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4514167230406639678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-like-to-express-my-gratitude-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2204719953356583615</id><published>2009-09-05T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:37:43.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY HELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spend a total of 5 hours sitting right in front of the computer, trying to rephrase the sentence to simple english vocabulary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And fuck, i merely accomplished one out of eight assignment, i seriously had no bloody idea how to put it in simple words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2204719953356583615?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2204719953356583615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2204719953356583615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2204719953356583615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2204719953356583615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-205098189368366403</id><published>2009-09-05T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:34:36.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZOMFG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377945755923891938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SqJNK-MpxuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IqKx7-yBqKA/s400/01-frustrated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more concentration i pay for T.'s assignment, the more frustrated i get, because i simply cannot find any other words to express them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMD, for those who plagiarised, she actually passed them. I put in my effort to produce quality assignments for her and she said those informations were souces of cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am i supposed to do now? I used my own word phrasing, own knowledge, common sense to complete the 8 tasks and they are all handed back to me, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve been swearing pretty much recently about T., makes me boiling mad you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-205098189368366403?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/205098189368366403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=205098189368366403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/205098189368366403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/205098189368366403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/zomfg-fuck-t.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SqJNK-MpxuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IqKx7-yBqKA/s72-c/01-frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4867274544381075738</id><published>2009-09-01T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:56:03.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a really bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First all, i have to wish all the teachers a HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can;t stand the way Tuala is, she totally has no respect for the students at all. How can she gain our respect then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god sake, my entire assignments throughout this semester (8 projects) are NYC-ed. The reasons she had give to me were, i plagarised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy-crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to plagarise, i would admit it. I shall come up with another own-written one, the fact is I TOTALLY WROTE THOSE WORDS MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i argued with her, assuring her that the assignments were all phrased in my own words. She threw back to me that i should use some other words too. She knew she was wrong, but insisted with her ridiculous reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should seriously settle down and have a good laugh with her stupidity. Just because she felt that bar-chart, graphs are hard to produce, doesn;t mean that they are challenging tasks for us. With the professional charts that we produced, she simply graded them as plagarism from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, with the use of profound vacabulary words, she would say I copied again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, if i were to write "this is a book" to " these is a books", then she would be convinced that i wrote that assignment without reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never forget the last sentence she left for me, "I know your English is not that perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so is that a compliment to me? Those were indeed written by MYSELF, and you could actually make such a remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal told me that i just need to be clear about my own stands, i shouldnt get affected by her and as long as &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; knew what I were doing were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight i am going to lower my English to P3 standard. Juse in case she's going to NYC my assignment again, which later i ve got to pay a couple of thousands to re-do the module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, i detest T. to the most disgusting creature in the earth as to compare with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I has need to be sleep now because i has to go the class in the tomorrow morning, i dont like to go T. lesson.&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/15242434-4867274544381075738?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4867274544381075738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4867274544381075738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4867274544381075738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4867274544381075738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-really-bad-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1116752909604368399</id><published>2009-08-26T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:07:22.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m now exhausted &amp;amp; hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K session tonight was not smooth at all, whenever the mic landed on my hand, the music either skipped to the following song or it just hanged. Well, it;s still interesting afterall, got to listen to younger cousin-in-law's voice. It was not too bad, he really caught the beat well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another hectic day tomorrow, oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1116752909604368399?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1116752909604368399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1116752909604368399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1116752909604368399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1116752909604368399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-9147003986472155835</id><published>2009-08-22T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:34:57.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home this evening, both of my hands were engaged with the keys on one hand and the rubbish on the other, i simply reached for my bin and threw the keys into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is up to you to picture it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-9147003986472155835?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/9147003986472155835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=9147003986472155835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/9147003986472155835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/9147003986472155835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupidity.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3150821749806710367</id><published>2009-08-22T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:29:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After completing the whole season of SUPERNATURAL, my imaginations run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, i couldn't sleep well last night. On top of that, i sprained my neck ))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like needles piercing though my neck, and i have to turn my body around whenever i have queries about their orders. It makes me feel like a fool, entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i can be a good barista! Oh, i m passionate about coffee making now. This morning, i tried the soy milk coffee for the first time in my life. Karen Franklin was right then, soy&amp;amp;skim milk coffees do not taste as good as normal milk. That's my point of view(and Karen too), because there are plenty of people going for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, i had mocha from Gloria Jean's last week and i must say, my mocha is way much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little depressed now, cos my weight is increasing tremendously now. I ve got belly too )))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANNA SLIM DOWN~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372743953922198354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/So_SKPqpC1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/5CCxMWiJP7Q/s400/174218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big eyes, small nose&amp;mouth; what you do reckon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3150821749806710367?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3150821749806710367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3150821749806710367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3150821749806710367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3150821749806710367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-completing-whole-season-of.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/So_SKPqpC1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/5CCxMWiJP7Q/s72-c/174218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8824965335905576654</id><published>2009-08-19T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:26:04.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hectic schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shitty ass, i have no idea when i can really settle down for my own stuffs. All this while, i m fussing over other issues that seriously make me rather annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screw that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, the lesson ain;t getting any better, to be honest, it is from bad to worst. I have no urge to entertain to those notes that T. have given to us. At the end of the day, i knew peanuts about the informations that T. was trying to give us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far as T. is concern, i detest her too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alas, let me pray for a better educator after 9 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8824965335905576654?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8824965335905576654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8824965335905576654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8824965335905576654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8824965335905576654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/hectic-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3992823672450273625</id><published>2009-08-10T19:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:32:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think human beings are strange animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i m getting a little out of track of my aim. Well, i guess it's really hard for others to read my mind now. I have no idea what i have been engaging myself in everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to shake off all these unpleasant thoughts, getting back to Singapore for a short vacation should bring my fighting spirits back here again. The only thing i can pray for now is to yearn for december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i will confirm the flight date, hopefully there will be my desire date available for me, oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, i m getting more and more pissed off with my teacher now. I cant really find any word to describe her. I suppose she can be good friends with R.B, another horrible teacher that i had encountered throughout my school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she ask us to drop our pens and listen to her when we are actually trying to jot down importants points for our assignments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she judge by the way i look and claim that i m not paying attention to her? So she has problems with my face. WTF. Can i call this racists? When i address this with her, she will direct me to another topic. Simple because, she's always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she ban students from using their electronic dictionaries since majority of them are relatively weak in english. If they dont catch the meaning of the words, how are they going to understand what you are trying to express to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i feel pretty bad for her too. I had missed out 3 lesson of her, plenty of students had raised their problems regarding the way she taught them. Actually i prefer her previous teaching method because at least we can still pick up some knowledge about particular topics rather than the current state, which we had no bloody idea of what she's trying to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There;s no introductions, no main points etc; it's just assignments throwing onto our tables and get them done. Wow, what an appealing lesson eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She should have presisted her stands initially.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3992823672450273625?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3992823672450273625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3992823672450273625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3992823672450273625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3992823672450273625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-human-beings-are-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4204520178686789462</id><published>2009-08-08T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:05:50.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear tohzigui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sn1liXKW_QI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vVvmZz69bKs/s1600-h/yoh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367557971902921986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sn1liXKW_QI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vVvmZz69bKs/s400/yoh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 20Th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i edited the picture, he didnt wear sucha lousy tee. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I m really fortunate to have known you over these 3 years plus, i would like to express my gratitudes for all the things that you have done for me. Thank you so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You will always carry a significant role in my life, and i know you will always be there for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you will take good care of your health man, since you are far weaker than me now. BOOOOOOOO ( i m trying to look down on you now, hahahaha). You will be blessed by me nevertheless (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, this uncertainty just hit my mind, am i going to celebrate your next 21st birthday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hmmmmmmmm....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Speaking of 21st birthday, what should i do with mine? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4204520178686789462?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4204520178686789462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4204520178686789462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4204520178686789462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4204520178686789462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-tohzigui-happy-20th-birthday-i-m.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sn1liXKW_QI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vVvmZz69bKs/s72-c/yoh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8764108542593371703</id><published>2009-08-06T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:45:47.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Snq9P_LLPpI/AAAAAAAAA94/mTnShYZ39EI/s1600-h/06082009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366809988319362706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Snq9P_LLPpI/AAAAAAAAA94/mTnShYZ39EI/s400/06082009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will never know how beautiful the weather had been for the past few days, ohmygod, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm lovin' it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for cecily at the museum station this afternoon along with the intensive rays beating against my back, it sort of enraged me because i had waited for her approx. 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon, cousin in law rang me up for i requested to go home by his car. i never expected him to get through me that early, and i headed from liverpool street to chinatown which was quite a distance away within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed ourselves to rockdale shopping centre since winnie&amp;amp;bobbie are running out of food&amp;amp;sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main trip to Big W was to get winnie&amp;amp;bobbie's food done, yet we filled the entire trolley up with snacks, fruit juize, softdrinks, snacks, chocolate bars etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am i going to overcome these hindrance &amp;amp; slim down???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having uncountless visits to the pet corner in Big W, i brought my attention to the wall decorations today. The use of icons, colours, fonts were identical to the Pet Society game in the facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Snq9PlAjH0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ONcaLPfcFdQ/s1600-h/06082009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366809981295468354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Snq9PlAjH0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ONcaLPfcFdQ/s400/06082009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m just wondering, is this the universal label for pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8764108542593371703?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8764108542593371703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8764108542593371703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8764108542593371703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8764108542593371703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-will-never-know-how-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Snq9P_LLPpI/AAAAAAAAA94/mTnShYZ39EI/s72-c/06082009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-191861994696611291</id><published>2009-08-05T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:08:08.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SnlVWWkuKsI/AAAAAAAAA9o/jfE0zQpqBs0/s1600-h/mmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366414273493740226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SnlVWWkuKsI/AAAAAAAAA9o/jfE0zQpqBs0/s400/mmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that i m gonna put on black and white clothings under T's lecture. Not only that, she requested females to put on ties too. Like.... WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht dont you ask the guys to put on the skirts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the picture above, what do you think? (i merely grab the ties of my classmate to give you guys the clearer pictures of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 consecutive days, i had been clad in black and white oufits, these kinds of thoughts are totally outdated man. We dont have to put on black and white attire for OL please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m rather appalled when i entered the class with all the ladies/men in black on the first day of lesson (just so you know, i changed class). Besides dull, it looked like a funeral ceremony or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously disagreed in carryingblack&amp;amp; white attires, then what's the point of those reknowned designers here for? What about the up-to-date fashion magazines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, what's T thinking man!?! What a eccentric person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, i'm going to look for a colourful top to go to work tomorrow now. I dont wish to slip on those 2 colour outfits again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Personally, i love black and white but not everyday please, ohgod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-191861994696611291?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/191861994696611291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=191861994696611291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/191861994696611291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/191861994696611291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-that-i-m-gonna-put-on.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SnlVWWkuKsI/AAAAAAAAA9o/jfE0zQpqBs0/s72-c/mmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4366745232983940583</id><published>2009-08-01T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:45:06.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; ( from cousin in law's forum)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364943222968466290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SnQbb8Usu3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/J2i_C92s9W0/s400/2008020712551323602775728%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.ppstream.com/UploadFile/2008-2/2008020712551323602775728.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.ppstream.com/UploadFile/2008-2/2008020712551323602775728.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;一名收破烂的老人不小心划破了一年轻女子的牛仔裤，因拿不出对方要求的50元赔偿，老人下跪十次。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 老人手裏只有8元零4毛. 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当记者赶到德外大街高等教育出版社门口发现，一个穿灰色羽绒服的中年妇女正在推搡一名衣著破烂的老人，嘴裏喊著：“赶紧赔钱！”周围上百名路人围观。&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旁边站著一名20岁左右的女子，蓝色牛仔裤腿处被划开了一条两三厘米长的口子。被推搡的老人噙著泪水不停地恳求著，手裏捏著一叠毛票，总共8元零4分。&lt;br /&gt;“不就破一个小口子吗，至於这样为难人家嘛。”看著下跪的老人，旁观路人纷纷劝说“得饶人处且饶人”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面对路人的指责，中年妇女毫不在意，坚决要让老人赔钱。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面对“巨额”赔偿老人下跪． 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;据了解，当时这对母女走到高等教育出版社附近的路口处，刚好老人骑三轮车拐弯，车上的铁丝将年轻女子的裤子剐了一个小口。女子的母亲要求老人赔她50元。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无奈之下，老人“扑通”一声跪下，不想对方丝毫没有反应，老人连续下跪十次。 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一下把围观的群众惹怒了，在附近大厦当保安的武先生愤怒地说：“对待这样一个年迈的老人，她们真是欺人太甚。”说完，他将口袋裏的23元钱塞在老人手裏。&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记者试图采访这对母女时，该中年女子说：“甭理她。” 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;路人为老人凑钱赔偿． 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在老人恳求和解未果的情况下，中年妇女最终拨通110报警。5点50分左右，德外派出所的民警赶到现场进行调解，但该中年妇女认为赔偿的钱不够，拒绝和解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，围观群众自发掏出钱来，一元、两元、十元……最后凑够了50元。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老人再次向围观群众下跪，并不断地说：“谢谢，谢谢。”中年女子拿到钱后，拉著女儿一声不吭离开了。 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时围观的群众纷纷表示赔偿50元的结果对老人不公平。民警也表示无奈，称这是民事纠纷，他们只能充当调解人的角色&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.ppstream.com/UploadFile/2008-2/2008020712554723602774638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.ppstream.com/UploadFile/2008-2/2008020712554723602774638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364943225515050626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SnQbcFz2hoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/5JKG5qh-pRI/s400/2008020712554723602774638%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;同样是人，为什么要践踏他人的尊严呢?！ 赶紧的，看了的都给我转了！什么论坛博客的！全给转了，我就不信了，这舆论还不把她们给治了！让更多的人关注这事儿！谢谢了啊！ (从群里转来的，如果有人性就转吧。。。) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After scanning through this mail, that is outraging! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seriously hurts me to see those elderly in china being bullied by the people weighing lighter than them. They have been fighting so hard, stenuously to be exact to survive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture this, if you were to see those elder people cycling on the streets along with the ponderous goods, don;t you grive for that? I guess majority of the teenagers in this generation will not be able to accomplish this, and they can actually fulfill those tasks efficiently. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, a twinge of guilt will overcome me. We are all human beings, why can;t we play all the good roles? The sight of those indolent people irk me so much. One day, they will be old and do they expect the same kind of treatment like they present themselves to others? On the other hand, the existance of the elderly bring you to this world. You should have express your gratitude towards them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; This is not the first time that i'm coming across this kind of babaric behaviour by those sickening people in China. And may you be blessed for one day, you gonna receive the identical treatment from your children (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos, i believe in that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On top of that, she;s doing this act in front of her daughter. I'm wondering whether her daughter is going to take in this and teaches her this lesson when she's old. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH MY GOD! That will be almightly FANTASTIC!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4366745232983940583?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4366745232983940583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4366745232983940583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4366745232983940583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4366745232983940583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-cousin-in-laws-forum-50-84.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SnQbb8Usu3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/J2i_C92s9W0/s72-c/2008020712551323602775728%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6754097802262823409</id><published>2009-07-28T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:24:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scanning through some stuffs, i realised that today is 28th of July. It is my brother's birthday. I just miscount the date, i know his birthday is on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i just grab some photos from his facebook, just in case you might be wondering who my brother is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is his 19th birthday. Honestly i dont really like to wish him happy birthday each year,  because it hits on my mind that my birthday will be round the corner and i ll be getting older and older.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sm72Y2exk_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SKXEdO6HjOA/s1600-h/cg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363495113046725618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sm72Y2exk_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SKXEdO6HjOA/s400/cg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY BRO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6754097802262823409?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6754097802262823409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6754097802262823409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6754097802262823409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6754097802262823409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what-after-scanning-through-some.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sm72Y2exk_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SKXEdO6HjOA/s72-c/cg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7470925424479480090</id><published>2009-07-27T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:35:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Making all those fruitless trips to the new school are going to drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m doing self-reflections all these days. There is this sentence that is twirling on my head all the time, " in the first place, i should have rely on myself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded that, from now on, i'm not going to take in any of those cock and bull story that tom dick or jerry is going to give me. Eff that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ain;t going fine with  me now. I m seriously paranoid over the inconsiderate staffs from AICL, I MERELY WANNA CHANGE MY TIMETABLE FOR GOD SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once being a tafe/aicl student, i raise up this request and the ignorant staffs are really making me sick. I;m like a kid who lost her way in the jungle, finding my mummy in anxiety. The frigging head of study is nowhere to be found. I seriously cant afford to attend the saturday lesson, hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have attend the orientation on monday and achieve my desired time-table, yet.........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           I'm utterly dismayed with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7470925424479480090?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7470925424479480090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7470925424479480090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7470925424479480090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7470925424479480090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-all-those-fruitless-trips-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4724362691457344247</id><published>2009-07-22T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:56:27.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I m here to update the overdue pictures again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the past entry, i was ranting over my scar on my knee which was caused by the hot water bag. You can see that irksome picture at the bottom, it;s a permanent scar now ))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the summer set in, how am i going to put on my shorts with that unsightly scar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361228035103316386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmbofjAy2aI/AAAAAAAAA8E/zcEYB4rmih8/s400/legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This night took place last year november, when i went out for a stroll after my heavy dinner with tianyu and cousin. I know, it's super late but it's better than having none to see right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361228036721470210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmbofpCl6wI/AAAAAAAAA8M/H_raxFoIGY4/s400/nightstroll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tianyu gave treat to the fruit shake that very intensive warm night, winnie and bobbie didnt misbehave that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361232575054135442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmbsnzpawJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/KdWk5ZaqC0Y/s400/spider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Out of boredom, we started to take pictures, and freaking ass, after a couple of shots, tianyu told me that there were huge spiders at the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently, i went ARGHHHHHHH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you didnt have a sharp look on the spider on top, you can look at the one at the bottom. You will be convinced that they are really huge spiders and not big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361232586933707042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Smbsof5uoSI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Vsg_lxNUI8M/s400/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;MYGOD, i actually stand there for 5 minutes taking pictures with them. it's like a size of a palm man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Smbof3klpNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/WWI9-oe6et0/s1600-h/ty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361228040622154962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Smbof3klpNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/WWI9-oe6et0/s400/ty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And mr wang was seriously out of mind that night, he insisted me to take plenty pictures of him. Look at his funny poses, LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4724362691457344247?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4724362691457344247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4724362691457344247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4724362691457344247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4724362691457344247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-m-here-to-update-overdue-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmbofjAy2aI/AAAAAAAAA8E/zcEYB4rmih8/s72-c/legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3318638034099396121</id><published>2009-07-21T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:23:43.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chinese dumpling session with CC is really entertaining, loves her companion.&lt;br /&gt;Her swearings are ridiculous and comical.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, i have the urge to move it with her.&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dumplings are really great, perhaps i will make my own soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so beautiful this week, it is 8-22 degree celsius today. How i wish to be in the beach this afternoon, the sun is so lively then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, i had to borrow a scarf from CC because it's frigging chilly in the evening. With the packed train for the southern line, i could hardly fight for a space to balance myself. The sudden engine start nearly put me into a crown then. Fortunately, i managed to stablise myself promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i did gave those commuters a fright. HA! I could have dig a hole for myself at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i m tucking in so much icy honeydews and rockmelons in this freezing temperature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3318638034099396121?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3318638034099396121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3318638034099396121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3318638034099396121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3318638034099396121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/chinese-dumpling-session-with-cc-is.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2057134373739625943</id><published>2009-07-20T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:43:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to some ludicrous reasons, callous AICL staffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was banned from attending my orientation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody seriously needs to put themselves in my shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly speaking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy taking a day off from worj for fruitless event, speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2057134373739625943?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2057134373739625943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2057134373739625943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2057134373739625943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2057134373739625943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/due-to-some-ludicrous-reasons-callous.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3155875979307396705</id><published>2009-07-19T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:13:35.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i ever make a wrong decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That will the the one which i remain silent and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck it, i loath the craps you gonna give me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s It's not about BGR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3155875979307396705?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3155875979307396705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3155875979307396705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3155875979307396705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3155875979307396705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-ever-make-wrong-decision-that-will.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2448351581027769049</id><published>2009-07-18T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:22:25.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking, i have some knotty questions here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must human beings take showers?&lt;br /&gt;( it's such a torture during winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must haman beings wear clothes?&lt;br /&gt;( it will be awesome if we have furs like polar bears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must human beings sleep?&lt;br /&gt;( i find it extremely irksome to get off from the cozy bed in the early morning during winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there day and night?&lt;br /&gt;( it's really cold at night, but really refreshing in the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must human beings eat?&lt;br /&gt;( occasionally, you will get sick and tired with all kinds of cuisine. Thinking of what to get for the groceries, cook &amp;amp; eat are taking up so much time as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i loath staying in the house at night because it is extremely chilled. I feel like settling myself down in a freezer, and yeah, the temperature in the house is lower than the outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ll prefer to hang out in the city or remain in the bed till the sun rises, winter in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i feel so blue when i m feeling cold. There are so many puzzling questions breezing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: the weather in the day is simply perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2448351581027769049?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2448351581027769049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2448351581027769049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2448351581027769049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2448351581027769049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/honestly-speaking-i-have-some-knotty.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4759307380252703057</id><published>2009-07-18T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:03:58.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While skimming through my 2007 entries, i couldnt help but kept my eyes attended to these pictures and guffawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782913200269506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmHGKYaCqMI/AAAAAAAAA70/iHQ5Kfr6e80/s400/zac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782917502992514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmHGKob5AII/AAAAAAAAA78/0YQ9sE8uSA8/s400/zac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zacson ong zhong shou, he was entertaining yet freaking us in one way or another. The use of my extra large jacket did ended up a huge boobs on yours man. On top of that, i had tagged you in the facebook too. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4759307380252703057?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4759307380252703057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4759307380252703057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4759307380252703057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4759307380252703057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-skimming-through-my-2007-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmHGKYaCqMI/AAAAAAAAA70/iHQ5Kfr6e80/s72-c/zac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7551606155151567619</id><published>2009-07-09T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:44:38.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C.Cecily is so hilarious. She loves to swear like nobody's business. Basically, i pick up plenty of negative words from her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having conversation with her now, and there;s countless F. appearing on my screen. I presumed it was R.B's lesson that transformed us into this way. I was included apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her IELTS test is coming and she is rather paranoid about it now. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CECILY says:fuck english&lt;br /&gt;YY says:OH yeah&lt;br /&gt;YY says:you are gg to seat for it this coming sat&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:next mon&lt;br /&gt;YY says:study !&lt;br /&gt;YY says:ohhh&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:monday&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:just fuck it&lt;br /&gt;YY says:/nahhhh, it s fun!&lt;br /&gt;YY says:hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:fuck 5&lt;br /&gt;YY says:you can say that to the examiner &amp;amp; use that for your essay&lt;br /&gt;too!&lt;br /&gt;YY says:HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:yep~&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:good idea&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:just say give me fuck 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YY says:you can go and read some essays now&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:fuck it&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:no worries&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:if i got&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:that is fine&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:if not&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:just fuck it&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:kakakakakkakakaakka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, she continued with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CECILY says:say you love me&lt;br /&gt;YY says:KISS YOU***&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:no&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:should be love me&lt;br /&gt;YY says:thank you, i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;YY says:HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:haha ,fuck you baby&lt;br /&gt;YY says:Come!&lt;br /&gt;CECILY says:where ?? behind or front&lt;br /&gt;YY says:MYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;YY says:S-T-O-P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7551606155151567619?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7551606155151567619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7551606155151567619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7551606155151567619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7551606155151567619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/c.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3891392793555311603</id><published>2009-07-08T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:24:35.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SlSNvdf2ujI/AAAAAAAAA7s/bRzWapic8T4/s1600-h/ugg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356061703361968690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SlSNvdf2ujI/AAAAAAAAA7s/bRzWapic8T4/s400/ugg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, UGG! While i am typing here, my toes and fingers are numbed. ( how great it will be if i were to put them on now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really cold outside, along with the heavy downpour, what else can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been craving for UGG low cut brown since last year, unfortunately, there were not any stocks till now! After 8 months of long waiting, i havent gotten it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the sense of craving is draining up each day. It's probably good though, because it costs $170 for the one of my preference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another 2 more months and i will be free from those thick coats! Arghh, 2...2......2. months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3891392793555311603?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3891392793555311603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3891392793555311603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3891392793555311603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3891392793555311603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-ugg-while-i-am-typing-here-my-toes.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SlSNvdf2ujI/AAAAAAAAA7s/bRzWapic8T4/s72-c/ugg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6164244219458543492</id><published>2009-07-03T16:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:02:37.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354149094568196434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sk3CO-g3eVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/BJNXDPo1Vus/s400/hiar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Recollecting those days with short hairdo, my god. I needed to make all the way from woodlands to jurong area to trim my hair. Simply because i would feel ease to have the same hairdresser along with me, she knew what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cursed and sweared when there was this rule existed then. Thinking of that, well it kinda brought some advantages to me. I did not spend much time on it, keeping hair healthier when it was short, spending money on the accessories etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On contrary, i just thought, hey, i spend quite a sum of money to cut my hair during those days too. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i havent been cutting hair for more than 3 years already. I have urge to go to the saloon occasionally but ceased the idea. You guys should understand my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, i kept my hair untrimmed for approximately 3 years ever since Mrs Sim broke the news in 2007 that girls were allowed to have long hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the pictures below were pictures from 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354149102689092658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sk3CPcxChDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/NReQvT1e2vY/s400/hair3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354150198939023842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sk3DPQnY-eI/AAAAAAAAA7k/hfU_DXBfut4/s400/hair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My hair reach my ass now. Can you imagine? And i rant about having washing my hair during winter at night, with those wet strands embracing my neck, like ..... !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANG! The sight of hot water bag above make me feel so sorry for my leg. It is disfigured right now, the wound is not recovering at all. I;m so dejected over it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post the picture up soon. )))): It looks disgusting, especially the most catching bright red colored skin ))))): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's my so random post! Hahahahha! But seriously, i m kinda fussing over my hair right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6164244219458543492?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6164244219458543492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6164244219458543492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6164244219458543492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6164244219458543492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/recollecting-those-days-with-short.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sk3CO-g3eVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/BJNXDPo1Vus/s72-c/hiar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8666148522170139728</id><published>2009-07-01T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:49:48.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 19TH TEERUIWEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SktU3-a0EKI/AAAAAAAAA7M/yr0DAv42ZQE/s1600-h/tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353465902684967074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SktU3-a0EKI/AAAAAAAAA7M/yr0DAv42ZQE/s400/tee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She never forget to wishes me every year, i really appreciate that. Frankly speaking, i miss you alot! How time flies, it;s been 2 years of me wishing you happy birthday overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a relatively short conversation with her on phone moment ago, it made me reminiscre about our pasts! Be it good or bad, there were always dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I adores the picture of her on the top and requested her to send me this beautiful one to me. I should have upload this picture donkey years ago, along with a captivating caption. She owned me probably 47 bowls of ice kacang that we had make a pact with last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my best wishes TRW! Get a BF soon oh~~ LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8666148522170139728?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8666148522170139728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8666148522170139728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8666148522170139728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8666148522170139728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-sweet-19th-teeruiwei-she-never.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SktU3-a0EKI/AAAAAAAAA7M/yr0DAv42ZQE/s72-c/tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4004927116639189076</id><published>2009-06-29T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:21:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outdated pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; BBQ DINNER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to this popular BBQ buffet in the city last oct i guess. And i gave treat to my 3 older cousins that burnt a deep hole in my pocket. It was 50 dollars per person man, mygod. And i had no idea why the people love to dine in this place, personally, i dont find it worthwhile. Besides the green tea icecream, everything were so-so. Had been to this place twice already, and i had no desire to head back to the restaurant again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their famous beef tongue was what everyone loves, but not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352717226153091714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Skir9Q_4IoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Py8HmKEXra4/s400/bbq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The people: C.bixia, Uncle Tianyu, Me, Anlei, Feifei, C.xianzhen, Cousin in law, C.li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352717228158077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Skir9Yd5yfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Mz-jtTlKtaw/s400/bbq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yumyum, cousin in law had 2 serves in  a goal! They were really yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While blogging about this, i m having my vanilla chocolate chip ice-cream cone here. MMMM, having ice cream in winter when i actually just consumed the medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;找死~~~~！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Flu, i had been down with flu for a months already. When is it going to recover man? No one actually bothers about H1N1 here. Those packed corners in the city are still crowed with humans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how is it like in Singapore, there are death cases here already. Cousin in law told me a week ago that his friends were trying to get a mask inthe pharmacy and after visiting a few stores, there ain;t a single shop having the masks. Cousin in law continued, perhaps when the death toll reached thousands, then the government would do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sore throat is here again, oh no~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4004927116639189076?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4004927116639189076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4004927116639189076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4004927116639189076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4004927116639189076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/06/outdated-pictures-bbq-dinner-we-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Skir9Q_4IoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Py8HmKEXra4/s72-c/bbq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4991075643790315714</id><published>2009-06-28T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:15:51.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is speacially dedicated to the year i spent in T.Padstow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really take a lot of pictures with them because it is not a trend to carry your phone and take pictures whenever you go here. I will present myself like a agile monkey if i will to do so, that's my friends of view anyway. HA! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352348388761496306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SkdcgGpDavI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jGL5FQBQh_4/s400/lovemates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique that i often hangout with, they seriously amused me every moment in school man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecily: my long distance cousin, she's freaking HIONG you know, all those swearings that i grasp comes from her. It's called a influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal: i address her in different ways like darling, baobei, laoging&amp;amp; laopo. She's easy going and i love talking to her because of her hilarious accent. Oh! i love your sexy S! hahaha! *in the picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny: a really amicable friend, thanks for sending me home everytime when we were drunk or having late classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry: she's like OMG! I always do silly stuffs with her in Kbox. Well, i love her companion.&lt;br /&gt;Sherly mummy: a really so-not-like-a-mummy mate, she can be childish and childlike at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kien: oh! He loves me! Hahahahha, well, he's a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lachman daddy: forever crapping with him in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352348388592308098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SkdcgGAtz4I/AAAAAAAAA6U/bmYQR-RGbJE/s400/LACHMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hahahahahha, this was taken like 3 weeks ago? He's daddy LARGEMAN. Oh wait, it's Lachman. One day, i was shouting his name in class and then it came out to be Largeman. We burst out laughing. He's no longer Largeman anymore because he had lost a FREAKING 30KG of cholesterol during a freaking short summer! It's unbelievable to you guys right? I shall post a pic of him perhaps tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like a huge fat ball transforming into a slender bamboo within a blink of an eye. Girls should lean from him okay. He's such a professional in losing weight, GOD~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352348386232827794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Skdcf9OK_5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/B6WwhIZtqYE/s400/teachers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWW, my lovely teachers. Unfortunately, i didnt take a picture of Julie who had taught me the last semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, Karen Franklin is such a good supervisor. I do wish to be like her someday because the way she handles the customer complaints or everything that are related to RC totally catch me speechless. It will take me a lot of courages to do so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, Gregory Spain. He came after Matt left us for other better jobs. Myass, he's merely 24 years old and all of us agrees that he's charming! Hahaahaha. Believe me, the picture above is not that great, i have better ones in others phone. Anyway, he still remembered me and always greeted me whenever he chance upon me in school. That proved i were once a good student of his. HOHO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirdly, George Papallo! HE'S MY ADORABLE GEORGE! I seriously likes him very much man! And he loved to say BLOODY UNBELIEVABLE in class till everyone of us uses them now. HAHA! He's a good educator and talks all the way till the time was up, ensuring that we were pinning everyting in our heads. He did gave me way too much of knowledge, ha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were plenty of comical occasions marked in my heads from George, like Randal trying to be silly and giving George a Bloody Unbelievable answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;George: how do we kill the fish humanly?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;US: after giving all the wrong answers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Randal: &lt;strong&gt;DROWN THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another time, Lachman went to the bathroom and left his bag in the class. Everyone recognised his bags and told him likewise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;George: whose bag is this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;US: it's lachman's bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George: where is he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;US: no idea, i think he goes to the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;George was not convinced enough, he unzipped tha bag and gave a really cute expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;George: hm! I think this bag belongs to lachman. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA! Because, what George saw in his bag was BLUE MOVIES. (RA discs)  HAHAHHAHA! OHMYGOD. THAT WAS FREAKING FUNNY. And then he believed that was Lachman's bag after knowing that he was carrying blue movies around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's plenty more, the lists will go on and on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And george suggested me to walk like a lady because i was stomping into the class every lesson. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, Pual King! I'm his Cheeky C. HAHAHA. He gave me full marks for my bloody painstaking assignment. Mygod. He's frigging nice to me like George too. Well, they are both nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was once in pastry class when Pual splashes water on me, and i actually took on him and he was entirely drenched! HA! He is a joker me, always made me laugh my ass out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you know, i loathed R.B's classes and everyone was swearing at him in his back. Something like, cao sha bao ( Fuck, R.B). Dont you think it sound like the Char Siew Bao! HAHAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During one of the class, we were covering on the Bun topic among us. PK came and then he said he wanna learnt it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;US: say "sha bao"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pual K: sha bao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;US: cao is fuck in chinese, cao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pual K: Cao sha bao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAH! Indirectly, he linked the 3 words together and everyone could resist but to laugh all the way throughout the entire lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He tends to say OKAY LA to me all the time in Singapore accent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He knew C.B man! He had some idea that it was unpleasant meaning but he insisted saying those occasionally to stunt me. I told him the meaning 2 weeks ago and taught him another one since it was unfair for him to say CB all the time. HAHAHA. Yeah, apparently you guys know what i taught him. Bingo! Along with the meaning, and he would purposedly say those in classes sometimes to freak me out. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh! I miss them already ))):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, you guys will have another batch of student who are as nice as us! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4991075643790315714?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4991075643790315714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4991075643790315714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4991075643790315714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4991075643790315714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post-is-speacially-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SkdcgGpDavI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jGL5FQBQh_4/s72-c/lovemates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-9115307856537814721</id><published>2009-06-27T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:26:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had graduated from T.Padstow last thursday, also,it s my final practical assessment along with the theory assessment in that college. Well, i kinda miss a couple of teachers there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, i;ve been packed with tests and assignment lately. But, i'm freed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m in sober state now because i had too much spirits on thursday. OHMYGOD, i suppose this was one of the most HIGH happy hour session with my classmates man. AND THIS IS THE ONLY TIME THAT I ACTUALLY K.O AND SLEPT IN THE K ROOM WHILE MY FRIENDS WERE BEHAVING UNBELIEVABLY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Because i was playing with Danny and accidently gulped down ~150ML of pure red lable in a goal, i'm sick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With people french kissing, "planting strawberry" on one another's neck, doing awkward stunts and plenty more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all sick man. I was lying on the sofa and occasionally they would approach me with beer. Pictured this, they were all drunk and high, apparently they could not hold the glass properly and had all the drinks spilled on me because they wanted me to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i ended up soaking wet in the freezing room while they continued their craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually caught me by surpise to see crystal doing something naughty eh! HAHAHAHA! She's freaking OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operating hour was till4 am, so we left at 4. It was extremely chilly outside especially when i was drenched entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time that Cherry got so drunk! She was still standing around us and the following sec, she screamed and rushed out to the ROAD without watching out for cars. Like, omg! It really freaked Danny out man, he got to her promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone guffawed as we saw Cherry singing and being so crazy on the opposite road. Got into Penny's car and slept again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i felt frigging nauseous since that night man, so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i m prefectly all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Cousin in law told me that Micheal Jackson passed away that morning too, i thought he was trying to pull my legs again as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just managed to cover the news about Micheal Jackson tonight. I feel like reading up all the articles about his past now, rather appealing to me since i dont really catch up on his news last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read the newspapers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, my frigging long hair is pissing me off now cos i feel damn cold after showering every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-9115307856537814721?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/9115307856537814721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=9115307856537814721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/9115307856537814721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/9115307856537814721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-graduated-from-t.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2563095100901476075</id><published>2009-06-08T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:57:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmyass, i marked another scar on my dear hand again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relunctant to get out of my cozy warm bed, and the air was so cold outside apparently. Cousin screamed for me from the kitchen. Unwillingly, i reached for a thick coat and dragged myself to the kitchen. Neither did i do washing up nor putting on my specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while grating the tapioca, i simply grated my finger too. (the wound looks disgusting, and it's still bleeding now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like what george said, most of the chef injured themselves while grating the potatoes into various designs,shapes and what-so-ever. I believe only dedicated one can perform this task effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my long weekend is over. Today's queen victoria's birthday which is the public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we are Kareem freak for this weekend. Omg, he's soooooooooooooooo cute. I shall update more in the coming posts cos it's really late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we visited their house last friday and they came over today for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344954349447123922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Si0XqXt5k9I/AAAAAAAAA58/Lu--rbQAvew/s400/IMG_3233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isnt he cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeee? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before we left his house, he was kissing my cousins and i said me too me too, and he did kissed me goodbye and he was saying me too me too when he was kissing me. Awwwww, how sweet was that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He doesnt speak English right now because their parents want him to pick up his mother language first. He is only 2 years old now. He s freaking adorable man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2563095100901476075?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2563095100901476075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2563095100901476075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2563095100901476075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2563095100901476075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmyass-i-marked-another-scar-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Si0XqXt5k9I/AAAAAAAAA58/Lu--rbQAvew/s72-c/IMG_3233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8087742905775605310</id><published>2009-06-03T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:43:29.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAH! This is frigging hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While hanging around in the BBQ longue, i reckoned playing the games that we usually involved in during K sessions. Pual noticed and approached us, he claimed that there's a new trend now. It's neither scissors, paper, rock/stone or whatever you call that. It was rabbit, carrot, gun; the way he did those actions was extremely comical. It seriously amused me, caught me LOL while trying the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather retarded initially because i got used to pick on those scissors, paper stones actions. No matter how i took on Cecily this afternoon, i was always losing because she loved the carrot while i love the gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh frigging hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rabbit eats the carrot.&lt;br /&gt;Carrot stops the gun from functioning.&lt;br /&gt;Gun kills the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8087742905775605310?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8087742905775605310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8087742905775605310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8087742905775605310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8087742905775605310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahah-this-is-frigging-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8125224362783761550</id><published>2009-06-01T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:21:52.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;C. : Auntie J, how does the water bag looks like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Auntie J : Guffawed. &lt;em&gt;*she goes describing it to me with her hand gestures*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;C. : I never had a chance to use that in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie J : You can grab me effortlessly in woolworths outlets, like 2 bucks? I&lt;br /&gt;C. : OOOOkay, i shall get it later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i visited every corner of woolworths and couldnt catch sight of the hot water bags. I should reckoned Auntie to go to the convinence store near Central Station because i found it there with the help of the sales person since i asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited when the sales guided me to the session, out of amazed, it's not exactly what Auntie J described. The colours were so, kuku. And it looked like those dated back century water bottles. Well, as long as it's functioning, who cares???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here i am, sitting on my cozy chair with the hot water bag on my laps, OMASS, it's unbelievable. It does keep me warm, teeheeheeeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a chilly winter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ the more clothes i clad in, the colder i am, weird. Say, i put on shorts&amp;amp;boots, i feel better. Yet, people will come asking me if i am cold or not. Weird!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8125224362783761550?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8125224362783761550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8125224362783761550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8125224362783761550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8125224362783761550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/06/c.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3993100021072278330</id><published>2009-05-29T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:51:30.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WET DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe this, it had been raining for approximatetly 3 weeks. I guess i should really hibernate during this winter. Neither am i thrilled/yearning for singing&amp;amp;drink sessions, nor heading to the city tracking down those year end sales goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter is here already, i feel that this year is more cooler than the year before. OHMYGOD, what should i do? I hate to shower in winter, ironically, i showered every night before i threw myself onto my bed. This usually took place at 1 or 2am in the freaking morning! Been attending the late classes, wearied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here;s some happening;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm crazy cos i bathe really late every night before bed time&lt;br /&gt;- Karen(Restaurant service teacher) was surprised to see me in shorts,&lt;br /&gt;still, i think caucasians were putting on far more less cloth than i am! I saw a&lt;br /&gt;lady wearing a tube and skirt in the middle of the night when the wind was&lt;br /&gt;beating against us like nobody's business. It made me goosebumps when i caught&lt;br /&gt;sight of her. It was less than 10 Degree Celsius then. God.&lt;br /&gt;- I managed to poke on George Papallo's huge belly, trust me, it was&lt;br /&gt;extremely hard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;- Had rounded up all the big assignments, those chicken feet ones are&lt;br /&gt;coming up soon. Well...&lt;br /&gt;- I got FULL MARKS for the freaking tedious/painstaking/annoying/driving me&lt;br /&gt;nuts/kept me in front of the computer for consercutive 3 weeks every night&lt;br /&gt;ASSIGNMENT! HOMYGOD. This is so unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;- PK is nice, i like PK's lesson. The same goes to G.P.&lt;br /&gt;- Received the result for the Pastry&amp;amp;Yeast Module, my freaking ass, i'm&lt;br /&gt;the highest amongst Asians in my class with the pathetic 57/100 grade. LOL. This&lt;br /&gt;is so funny, i assumed i had to repeat this module since R.B had prejudice&lt;br /&gt;against the Asians, particularly picking on me for the last 2 lessons. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;He was really generous though.&lt;br /&gt;- It is not that easy to play the role of head chef.&lt;br /&gt;- I wrote Playful, Uhh, i cant think of any words, Appealing, Likable,&lt;br /&gt;Kiddy, Interesting, Naughty, Great for PUAL KING during one of the dull lesson&lt;br /&gt;cos i had finished all my assigned tasks. He prefered Naughty&amp;amp;likable. And i&lt;br /&gt;covered 1/3 of the paper with the sketch of faeces with flies going around&lt;br /&gt;everywhere. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;- There s more, i'm sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3993100021072278330?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3993100021072278330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3993100021072278330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3993100021072278330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3993100021072278330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/wet-days-i-cant-believe-this-it-had.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5375186951182665885</id><published>2009-05-22T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:24:14.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Myass, i do feel green when the red bull staffs have pretty much benefitial stuffs while working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, they told us that they would be working tonight. And it's Pussycat Dolls Concert at Homebush. Argh, majority of the security would allow them in for free during this circumstances. OMG, this was so appealing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou's concert is round the corner, i dont think they are even interested in it, why don't i replace them on that day? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sickening weather is driving nuts, and the frigging period is here. C. feel like hitting back to Singapore, be comfy under mom's care and concern. At least, i have to get a hot water bag in this weekend. I would have kept the high risks foods in the safe environment if i surrounded them. Exaggerating all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i always had the Arnotte's choco coated cookies, the choco would melt in their hands whenever they were having it. That made their fingers frigging disgusting because they couldn't get things to clean it. But, my fingers were always cleaned, strange eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cold blooded animal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5375186951182665885?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5375186951182665885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5375186951182665885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5375186951182665885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5375186951182665885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/myass-i-do-feel-green-when-red-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4542929383067384476</id><published>2009-05-20T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:09:58.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod, C. is really worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having 3 late lesson for consercutive days, freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't really mind with that, yet the weather is relatively bad. It's going to be raining cats and dogs throughout the week. Along with the chilly winds, ohmygod, it's merely spring now and i feel like it's winter already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohass, i seriously need to grab a heater from the mall one day. Rather unsure if i'm able to embrace the winter, unfortunately my fingers and toes are already frozen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mock at myself for dressing in such an unglam way at home, to clothe myself in all sorts of ridiculous outfit that i could reach for, i look like a totally ass failure in fashion. Apparently, i don't clad on those if i were to be outdoor please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, i laugh my ass out with the way my older cousin dressed herself in, ohmygod, she strike like a crazy ass. Well, i'm the recruite of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i shall take a picture of myself one day, with the blue, black, pink, grey, stripe socks, etc. Can you picture that now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right T.O (I just pick up this from Pual King, PKPKPKPKPK), it;s time to tuck in the bed. I really need a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m yearning for profiteroles right now, damn Greg's class for finishing them up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4542929383067384476?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4542929383067384476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4542929383067384476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4542929383067384476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4542929383067384476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmygod-c.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8736835721461924482</id><published>2009-05-13T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:08:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unknowingly, an elderly woman was paying her attention to me when i got into a common fish and chips eatery in padstow after the assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i was engaged in the conversation with my friends, really busy in picking what to have for lunch. And this old lady approached me and asked whether i were freezing or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appalled, i replied politely that i were fine. Then, she requested to feel on my legs since i was putting on shorts in winter. But hey, i'm wearing boots and wool top. After which, she told me that it was not too bad as she expected my legs to be chilly, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod, this was my first encounter, i found that old lady cute man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i guess i m covering more than what the caucasians do because they are putting on a frigging shorts and tees at this period!!! When i happened to come across this kinds of people, i ll tends to think that i m abnormal for i am wearing 3 tops, long pants and scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i m wondering, their style is really unpredictable. Like putting on wool coat in summer and wearing shorts and tees in winter??? Ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i need to have a good rest and fight for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is beautiful today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335292530732180914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SgrESgMWJbI/AAAAAAAAA50/e0HW9uv_Agw/s320/13052009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just in case you are wondering what i am wearing, here goes the picture. And, i have no time to change the angle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight!&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/15242434-8736835721461924482?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8736835721461924482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8736835721461924482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8736835721461924482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8736835721461924482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/unknowingly-elderly-woman-was-paying.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SgrESgMWJbI/AAAAAAAAA50/e0HW9uv_Agw/s72-c/13052009(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3017801415695601808</id><published>2009-05-12T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:49:16.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From what i know, our moodswings. And what about throat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way my throat is now is pissing me off, it's winter and i shouldnt be down with regular sore throats. Also, i had entirely cut down the heaty food. Myass, i cant really communicate properly now. The way i express in my speech will totally turn people off, sheesh, unable to pronounce particular words and basically murmuring to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep going to the toilet, i feel like a engine who can't work without water, paranoid with this habit of mine occasionally. Cos i had to interupt the lesson and head to answer my nature calls. And why i am still having sore throats. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having all my assessments this week with presentations, huge assignments, practical, customer service etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really unhealthy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: F.A.B! Most probably he was the one who lead me to sore throat cos i had a terrible monday assessment with him. Dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3017801415695601808?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3017801415695601808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3017801415695601808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3017801415695601808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3017801415695601808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-what-i-know-our-moodswings.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3277883762684336162</id><published>2009-05-09T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:19:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frigging Ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i have so much things to do now. It's time for me to peel off the clothes and have a good shower, it's pretty warm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i do that, i have to do my "big" business first. If you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHA! What am i here for BTW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3277883762684336162?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3277883762684336162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3277883762684336162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3277883762684336162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3277883762684336162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/frigging-ass-i-feel-that-i-have-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6823919221963862557</id><published>2009-05-08T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:29:09.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pual, our teacher is such a sharp learner for particular language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, you have no idea how he can actually express those words within a minute. Everyone simply burst out laughing their ass off man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, i seriously had no interest in R.B's lessons. We were so keen to pick up this subject initially, assuming that it would be the most enchanting module among the rest. Unfortunately, we landed into a *Q$)*) teacher's hands. Myass, his lesson drain up my entire week's energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst! The final assessment will be performed next week, for the bloody 4 modules, that's un-be-lie-va-ble! Hahaha, GEORGE's cliche. Within 8 hours with george, he can produce more than 10 of each, the bloody as well as unbelievable. Also, he carrys an accent in them. ADORABLE GRANDPAPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliche reminded me of R.B once again, it's ticking me off right now whenever he breeze in my mind. So, crystal came out of this beautiful phrase which all were really pleased to hear that. Basically, whenever we feel like swearing, we can easily throw out those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bless you R.B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, i'm getting rather tense up with the amount of assignments that are going to hit the deadline. Plus, my revisions are untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESSMEBLESSME, i'm so sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and i= One person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get well, so does her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6823919221963862557?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6823919221963862557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6823919221963862557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6823919221963862557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6823919221963862557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/pual-our-teacher-is-such-sharp-learner.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-9045711503773396550</id><published>2009-05-06T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:50:20.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OHMYGOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm deperate for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnng weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, i feel drowsy all times. And, I'm down with headache, sore throat and fever at this moment of time when all the assessments are going to be carried out in a couple of days time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss home ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather changes dramatically, everyone catches flu, some goes hoo-haa over the swine flu. Well, i have no idea what am i doing here right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose it was 2 weeks ago, i went over to Jim's house with some girls for steamboat. His doggy is adorable, the dog has a new owner now cos Jim is unable to take care of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, i m still able to access to the dog's new owner house! HEHE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332645741901911842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SgFdDHcQFyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/HgypBpgk-XE/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PANG ZAI!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right, i shall have a good rest tonight, a torturing thursday is coming ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-9045711503773396550?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/9045711503773396550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=9045711503773396550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/9045711503773396550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/9045711503773396550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmygod-im-deperate-for.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SgFdDHcQFyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/HgypBpgk-XE/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1645760969565558962</id><published>2009-04-27T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:36:27.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mr R.B's lesson is a torture. I believe your parents will be sueing him if we were to be in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like packing up and leave the emptied classrom, as a matter of fact that everyone dislikes his class. We are not having prejudice against him, all the students detest having such a teacher man! (p/s: only 1/3 of the class were present this morning, mygod)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite of me having such a huge font on my nametag which a old grandpa/ma can effortlessly figure out, he still insist on calling me CHELSEA?! FYI, he enquired me about the pronnouciation of my name rudely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he started to pick on me in the beginning of the lesson till he target another victim, it's really fortunate for those who didnt attend any single lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, i should stop ranting about this. It'll pissed me off again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's coffee making, ohohohohohoho. I suppose we are going to run a business tomorrow for coffee! I havent seen Karen for 3 entire weeks, and i skipped one of her lesson before the easter break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohman, i need to skip George lesson this approaching thursday. My attendance is full for this, so it doesnt really affects my overall grade. Dilema, i wanna grasp more stuffs actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me end the post with this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379016770101058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SfXB-sAAn0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/MRJUIqTQsqQ/s400/26022009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a sudden craving for this on my breakfast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bacon, awwwww. Do love my piece of work above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOHOHOHOHO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1645760969565558962?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1645760969565558962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1645760969565558962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1645760969565558962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1645760969565558962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-r.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SfXB-sAAn0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/MRJUIqTQsqQ/s72-c/26022009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7263362525245947884</id><published>2009-04-26T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:15:05.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BBQ at home VS Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, i go for Ikea instead. And i got 2 fairly huge cushions to spend this early winter with me. ( i ll upload some pictures soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guided both Cecily and one of her friend to the Ikea located at Rhodes, the journey was nearly an hour for me. And weekend's train was limited, i waited 35 minutes for the northen line in Central with the freaking chilly winds hitting against me, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecily, one of my cousin was really comical. She bought a wardrobe stand which was relatively heavy. What's worst was a man who was in front of us needed his girlfriend to carry a board with me. Seriously, he could simply handle that himself and it's really more troublesome for both of them to carry it together. Based of the fact that both of them kept changing their directions. What's the point man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claimed that he was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos, our 3 pairs of hands were all occupied with the heavy goods we paid. It was strange eh, they dont provide plastic bags, (environmental friendly as you can see) so we purchased some bags to fill up those little stuffs here and there. ( Both of them were super excited and wanted everything! I understand that, cos i behaved the same when i first explore the Ikea in Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Ikea had hotdogs and softdrinks in every outlets! I m utterly disappointed when i was out of the shopping mall as it got me back to reality, i was in sydney and not singapore. Thumbs up to the hotdogs in Singapore, Sydney's one is not that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i shall snap some pictures to show you guys when i m there the next time because i'm entirely indulge in those 35m, 45m, 55m square home designs! I hope i can get a studio and fill that in with Ikea's entire set of furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed cos i m having lesson at 8am with that #()$*)@#(*$ R.bahl! His lesson made everyone tense up LOHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7263362525245947884?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7263362525245947884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7263362525245947884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7263362525245947884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7263362525245947884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/bbq-at-home-vs-ikea.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7224036181414898665</id><published>2009-04-23T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:14:06.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, i need to take hats of to my group of chinese classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are absolutely a hand at such stuffs, ohmygod. I cant note them down here, it will get them in trouble. Nevertheless, it's benefiting both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chenyan;s gonna break her back soon, she;s frigging tired after the 3 days intense lesson. Finally, the assessment is tomorrow and it is HAPPY HOUR time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7224036181414898665?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7224036181414898665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7224036181414898665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7224036181414898665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7224036181414898665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-i-need-to-take-hats-of-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7361500467771154938</id><published>2009-04-21T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:56:26.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take in plenty of food the previous day, and i had none today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply because i'm out of my mind that it is still a holiday season, apparently the canteen workers are out of the country i assumed, who will run their business serving just a class carrying 10 plus students. Their profits is barely suffient to cover the worker's pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, i didn't bring any snacks for the break today. There are seriously plenty of snacks lying on my desks, drawers, but i was that lazy enough to reach for it. The vending machines are going against me as well, they just don;t wanna drop any food for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right eh, i'm going to post the pictures of my CHICKEN WRAPS i had for dinner last night. *yumyum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me man, a simple tasks to perform and they taste beautiful~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091454138276018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hdBHuWLI/AAAAAAAAA5c/8bu5yS0Kz6k/s400/20042009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can get these ingredients effortlessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091454292380338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hdBsdyrI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Ztu_AnIt1yQ/s400/20042009004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Definately the wraps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091452879473058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hc8bmiaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/gEGrDE2P7TE/s400/20042009005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the wrapped lettuce with aiolli!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091054398518850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hFv-VtkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/WVq2LwwqUas/s400/20042009006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marinated seared thigh chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091050102046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hFf9-wOI/AAAAAAAAA48/PVzAKeh-yzk/s400/20042009007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mushrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091044518909682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hFLK21vI/AAAAAAAAA40/V7KioNgdKos/s400/20042009008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fresh sliced tomatoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091043127645330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hFF_J1JI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Hkc7eidkNDk/s400/20042009009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;self-made aioli, licks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, there's sweat onions and you can pan grill some eggs for it as well. After fitting all the ingredients into the wraps, you have to bake in the oven for 1~2 minutes on both sides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327091039852114194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hE5yNMRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/V4mqGxNNP0s/s400/20042009010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And here's the chicken wraps! I made 3 out of 1 piece of wraps you know. OHOHOHO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And i finished all within half an hour, even though i had steamboat in the evening. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;p/s my bro is super cute and funny now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7361500467771154938?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7361500467771154938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7361500467771154938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7361500467771154938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7361500467771154938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-take-in-plenty-of-food-previous-day.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Se2hdBHuWLI/AAAAAAAAA5c/8bu5yS0Kz6k/s72-c/20042009003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8031351580595960080</id><published>2009-04-16T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:58:33.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SecwkpTTwRI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ascWAPSZRbE/s1600-h/bored_baby%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325278490509164818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SecwkpTTwRI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ascWAPSZRbE/s400/bored_baby%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My exact posture now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps in a couple of months later, my body will generate as much layer of fats as the picture shown above. Babies are adorable with this, but not for the young ladies please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While peeling off my clothings the night before, i caught side of my fatty legs. For sure, i am panicking now. What if my mama cannot single me out from the crowd when i m back in Singapore? HA, exaggerating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the side note, i just source out an appalling information from the net. There is only one Singapore Embassy in Australia which is situated in Canberra. WTH! My passport is going to be dued before travelling back to Singapore, it takes 4 hours plus by public transport or 3 hours plus by own transport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WILL GO NUTS MAN! You know this kind of procedures usually takes you two trips(Submit your passport, back for a new passport) , if you manage to accomodate to their expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8031351580595960080?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8031351580595960080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8031351580595960080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8031351580595960080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8031351580595960080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-exact-posture-now.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SecwkpTTwRI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ascWAPSZRbE/s72-c/bored_baby%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7650837594886639534</id><published>2009-04-14T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:52:27.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moodswing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk at someone's back, because it will provoke me right now. I'm boiling mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, there will be this particular person who will turn me off. Neither am i a robot nor a maid? In fact, i do not get involve in such things when i am with anyone else, but not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An act of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 days of easter break totally made a mess out of my napping hours, i couldnt shut my eyes till 3 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had already prepared the needs for the following day and freak, i seriously had no idea why did i grab a wallet with no cash/coins in it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier scanned my products while i was fishing out notes from my wallet, and then i remembered that i had transfered my cash to my pouch which i was supposed to bring out instead of the empty wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what did i replied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said i didnt bring my wallet out, when i was actually displaying my wallet right in front of her. OMGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was truly embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologised&amp;amp;left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang up mama and told her i did some silly stuffs promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went back to get the products again. It was actually the easter cadbury chocolate that cousin in law was yearning for. Freak man. I tripped and fell on the escalator while i was on my way up to the foot bill corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgodsake, i was putting on freaking damn skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really attained any injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back home this afternoon and i got a freaking deep cut while opening a stupid can. My initial plan was to get my laundry done this afternoon since it had been pouring cats and dogs for the past 5 days and i was running out of clothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i guess today is my friday the 13th seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7650837594886639534?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7650837594886639534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7650837594886639534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7650837594886639534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7650837594886639534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/moodswing.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5731117053179473229</id><published>2009-04-09T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:32:36.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OHMYGOD, i cant believe that i finish one massive chicken wrap prepared by my cousin within minutes, because i had taken in great quantity of foods in school continueously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, it's delectable man! The previous one i had was about a month ago?? And i had longed for it since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322690011514061314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sd3-XVnQwgI/AAAAAAAAA3k/87jksYjved0/s400/09042009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322699386666053650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sd4G5CxrcBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/H53djyitc7k/s400/09042009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322690017212813074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sd3-Xq18zxI/AAAAAAAAA30/L9T20zph4_w/s400/09042009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 simple steps, it's really beautiful! Aioli is awesome, i guess i prefer this than the herb mayo for now. It simple goes perfect with wrapped lettuce, i can have lots of this salads man, there must be aioli in it for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SINFUL! I had so many things today, or rather this evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, it was the seared tuna nicoise w vanaigrette, then grilled swordfish w beure rouge n bok choy, and finally salmon steak w polenta n salsa verde. It's all main course, am i pig or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322694784001405506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sd4CtIg6ckI/AAAAAAAAA38/yV7JMu3D6xo/s400/tuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322694784845218530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sd4CtLqGAuI/AAAAAAAAA4E/izYmdpVIQig/s400/SF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322694785330634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sd4CtNd03zI/AAAAAAAAA4M/j2Fu4DxoDvc/s400/grilled+tuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures shown above were close to what i have had, every dishes were underdone. Well, they do taste good, welldone is still my preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i had a total of 4 main courses in 5 hours. This is so sick man, i still dare to announce in front of the audience that i wanna slim down. You guys can chase after me with your hammars now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another long weekend. Easter day is tomorrow, i have no idea what are we going to be engage in. I want to visit the easter show actually, on the other hand, i m lazy to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why are there so many easter eggs chocolate lying everywhere in Woolworths ETC now, but why rabbits??? I have never seen/encounter this occasion in Singapore before, another eye opening. I shall figure them out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end abruptly here, goodnight sweeties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5731117053179473229?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5731117053179473229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5731117053179473229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5731117053179473229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5731117053179473229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmygod-i-cant-believe-that-i-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sd3-XVnQwgI/AAAAAAAAA3k/87jksYjved0/s72-c/09042009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3250967782663275421</id><published>2009-04-08T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:13:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are couple of dear friends who are bugging me to post up some pictures, seriously mates, i dont have the habit of taking photos like what i used to when i'm back in Sec time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my appearance is concern, i feel so shy to present myself to you guys now. I guess you guys will be going hoo-ha over this sentence now. I m just pulling your legs. C'mon, there ain;t anyone carrying the same hobby as mine here, it's totally different when i'm with you guys and i can simply take up to a few dozens of pictures in couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i want you guys to miss me as well! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something;s getting into my mind like nobody;s business in these few days. ( perhaps for months!) I seriously feel that it's absurb to have such a strong feelings, in some ways, i loathe it! I have no idea why am i still pondering over it, ohmygod! Should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! FREAK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, here's some of the donkey years pictures that i m really workshy to post them last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322298754034095938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SdyahJ6010I/AAAAAAAAA3M/ZQdLVrBdS4U/s400/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What made me so engrossed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322299913663926386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sdybkp4H0HI/AAAAAAAAA3U/mupjsCapu00/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dumplings session at the old venue, Arncliffe. ( previous winter season )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322299920756917698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SdyblETORcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/CHhKa155KME/s400/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a guess which one belongs to me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/YANN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=02022009003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/YANN/02022009003-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Summer is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3250967782663275421?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3250967782663275421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3250967782663275421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3250967782663275421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3250967782663275421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-are-couple-of-dear-friends-who.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SdyahJ6010I/AAAAAAAAA3M/ZQdLVrBdS4U/s72-c/IMG_0776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-2283457238438954640</id><published>2009-04-07T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:39:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While browsing through cyberspace for resources, this particular advertisement caught my attention just now, i got seriously thrilled when i scanned through the information which included sydney to singapore! That's right! It's about airline flights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmyfreakingass, it is Singapore Airline somemore! I guess you can save more than 50%, from what i experienced, my previous round trip ticket is approx. 1.6K but i had the airbus A380 instead, still, the promotion is really catching man, with 700 plus round trip ticket which allows you to stay up to 35 days, what's more can i ask then?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i need to figure out when is my appraoching vacations. Unfortunately, the offer was launched in March and i only managed to fish out now, april already. So, the july ones are all locked in by the KIASUs. Whatever it is, i ll try to squeeze out a month for me to get back to Singapore, keep my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another lengthy tutorial tommorrow,OH-MY-GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome will it be if it will burn out our fats when we were settling down for 8 hours? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-2283457238438954640?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/2283457238438954640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=2283457238438954640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2283457238438954640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/2283457238438954640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/while-browsing-through-cyberspace-for.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4757722963007611461</id><published>2009-04-07T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:20:13.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering if i had missed out any significant stuffs, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one year exact, when i embarked on my independent life. Gosh, i m having spelling errors now. I should have dropped by blogger daily. So, april is here when i don't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for god sake, i m such a let down, yuanyuan should be frigging disappointed with me. If i were to put myself into her shoes, my heart will sink into the deep deep seaaaaaaaa. )))))): I assure when it's her 21st, i will do something specially for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty fine, except for eating.  I find it a tedious tasks, how awesomw will that be if we skip this routine. I can simply name some advantages right now, like saving your precious time, you dont have to do shoppings for groceries, you can save the time cooking/cleaning/eating/preparing the food, you do not have to bother about what you should take in, ETC ohmygod, some many fantastic points you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, i have to rush for an assignment, i shall update soon and i should take more pictures. Ever since i came here, i stop the habit of snapping pictures whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I m so into ZAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, ohass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4757722963007611461?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4757722963007611461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4757722963007611461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4757722963007611461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4757722963007611461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-i-skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4418941623976189410</id><published>2009-03-31T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:25:33.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS TOTALLY OHMYGOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when was my last posts man. Partly due to the break down of the charger which restricted me from coming online. Also, the hectic schedule that i had gone through for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i had been really sad for was i failed to wish norlyn a happy sweet 18th, well, i did wish plenty of guys in Sg for the past one year. Norlynnnnnnnnnn, awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amyhow, i was once armed with STH agian. Forgeting this and that, occasionally, i do feel like swearing to the things that i always misplaced. Can you picture yourself reaching for the locker 6 times in the morning? Entering the changing room was another irksome matter as the card reading was not really functioning actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's monsoon season now, freak. Shortly after this, it will be winter which i have been yearning for during the summer time. Frankly speaking, i dont like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really feel like typing anymore, till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD, i dread for lessons now. Rain rain go away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4418941623976189410?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4418941623976189410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4418941623976189410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4418941623976189410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4418941623976189410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-totally-ohmygod-i-have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5422393226732087888</id><published>2009-03-21T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:59:33.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dono when I am going to come online again, but tohs (noelle and toh), I have updated and it is seriously tedious to type this word by word using the touchscreen mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And norrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlyn! Where have you been man! Finally you come across my blog, I miss you guys! I m doing great here, it is about a year already since I came here. I know all of you are doing great too, do remember to drop me messages when you miss me! Hahahaha. Well, I honestly do! *cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5422393226732087888?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5422393226732087888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5422393226732087888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5422393226732087888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5422393226732087888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dono-when-i-am-going-to-come-online.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7637363574878356617</id><published>2009-03-21T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:50:16.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod,can you believe it! I be not been online for approximately one whole week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know guys, I had moved out of turrella. The internet connection is still under maintenence,I seriously yearn for it cos I have one assignment due next Wednesday! I have no idea how am I going to touch on this cheese assignment since there are so many research involved. Oh yeah, the new addy is seriously cool man! It simply got into my mind effortlessly when I asked cousin in law about it a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends! My new address is 66 new england drive, kingsgrove, nsw 2208. So do not send any parcel to the old one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving house, I had never been so worn out before in my life and if was also then first time in my life experiencing such a painstaking process. Packing up the entire stuffs in the 2 storey house was no fun at all! It was frigging exhausting, furthermore we need to clean up every corner of the house man. I felt that I was worst than a 24/7 maid. Whatever it is, everything is settled now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I have plenty of virgin encountance today. Firsly, the airport and easthill line is under track construction and I have to proceed to other lines and then got onto a bus that were specially organized for this. Fortunately I made my way to kingsgrove correctly. But, I wasn't that lucky afterall, it was the first time for me to walk back home from that station and apparently I made a wrong way. A 12 minutes walk took me an hour plus along with some kind souls who directed me precisely. I could faint on the spot then as I was already drained up after a day work and I was relatively eager to pay a visit to the toilet then. I shouldn't continue, it made me feel more exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I am using tianyu s iPhone while updating this and I m tempted to get one for myself as well. I guess I m going to cancel the current account and go for virgin phone. Hohoho. Initially I m planning to get the samsung pink tosso but I guess iPhone is still the best alternatives if the 3 allow me to cancel my current plan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7637363574878356617?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7637363574878356617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7637363574878356617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7637363574878356617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7637363574878356617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohmygodcan-you-believe-it-i-be-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4762143264911550929</id><published>2009-03-09T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:58:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The damn throat/oesophagus ( whatever you name it) is really getting into my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i got a cut in it, probably due to the sharp edges of the bread i toasted in this morning( i ate in the the rush). Otherwise, it's another throat infection again. ))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant indulge in spicy/warm stuffs anymore. Tonight's dinner is awesome and i cant eat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s We have to put ourselves in other people shoes please. I m rather paranoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4762143264911550929?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4762143264911550929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4762143264911550929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4762143264911550929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4762143264911550929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-throatoesophagus-whatever-you-name.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5169875205556601794</id><published>2009-03-08T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:11:49.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toh linked me to a quiz which i find it amazingly true, majority of them. Here goes my results,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like &lt;em&gt;serious, smart and determined people&lt;/em&gt;. You don't judge a book by its cover, &lt;em&gt;so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style&lt;/em&gt;. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. &lt;em&gt;Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed&lt;/em&gt;. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes &lt;em&gt;you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt; (sort of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I basically throw away my beautiful sunday. It's week 5, ASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5169875205556601794?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5169875205556601794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5169875205556601794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5169875205556601794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5169875205556601794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/toh-linked-me-to-quiz-which-i-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6720009513198498210</id><published>2009-03-05T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:20:32.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super worn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosciutto ravioli i had earlier is seriously making me feel nauseous, prolly due to the fetta cheese in it. Dang! I should have avoid it despite knowing there's this unpleasant fetta in it. I honestly felt that Fetta cheese has horrible taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that purchaing that particular machine home to produce my own doughs and come out with all sort of farinaceous dishes, like fettucine or something. It's thumbs up italian cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously felt like hibernating now, and the weather now is superb comfy. Right now, both my fingers are numb already. I guess spring is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging here man, i got up 6.30am and headed to Epping with cousin&amp;amp;C.in-law. It took exactly an hour to destinate the venue. They needed to hand over some important stuffs to the agent. So, i'm basically rushing here and there all day long today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst! I skipped all my meals, manage to get a Coke from the vending machine during the pathetic 15 minutes break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George is being pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4 is going to end, 2 more weeks to the theory&amp;amp;practical exams. OhAss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6720009513198498210?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6720009513198498210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6720009513198498210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6720009513198498210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6720009513198498210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/super-worn-out-prosciutto-ravioli-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1853945392315682548</id><published>2009-03-03T19:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:17:36.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sipahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be wondering what's that. Well, recently i have this milk indulgence, particularly thankful to the Sipahh milk flavouring straws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! You guys should grab them from woolworths and try them man! I had just visit their site, the word "sipahh" is derive from the the way you dip the flavouring staws into the milk and then you sip and say ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i sound a little child-like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, this straws are actually meant for kids, but i'm simply hooked on it. There are numerous flavourings as well, my hot choice is cookies and cream. I have no idea they actually come out with varieties which i havent try them either. It states in the web page that the flavours will vary from country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really some very interesting ones like, toffee apple, choco honeycomb etc. But i dont understand why is there vanilla, doesnt it makes no difference? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most significantly, it's a nutritious product and it;s gluten free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sa0cflam2VI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qV21Jpt7rUM/s1600-h/straws_twirl%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308930864684915026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sa0cflam2VI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qV21Jpt7rUM/s400/straws_twirl%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captivating pakagings, kids love it and i love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sa0cZaFI5WI/AAAAAAAAA28/IvUz-iBKqek/s1600-h/dip_sip_say%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308930758562866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sa0cZaFI5WI/AAAAAAAAA28/IvUz-iBKqek/s400/dip_sip_say%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the entertaining decriptions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I use Sipahh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipahh is used like any other straw, except it flavours milk. Your Sipahh milk flavouring straw is fine the way it is. You don't have to cut, chew, burn or do anything else too tricky to it. All you have to do is. . .&lt;br /&gt;Rip, Dip, Sip &amp;amp; Say Ahh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rip&lt;/strong&gt; off the wrapper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dip&lt;/strong&gt; your Sipahh milk flavouring straw into a glass of cold milk (it doesn't make a difference which end you dip in).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sip.&lt;/strong&gt; It's the most important step to remember. Sip away to your heart's content and let Sipahh wake up milk before your very eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Ahh&lt;/strong&gt; – No you're not at the Doctor and it's not one of those ahh's with your tongue out anyway. Our ahh is a sigh of joy. As in: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahh, I never knew milk could be so good! &lt;li&gt;Ahh, it's like there's a party in my mouth and everyone's invited! &lt;li&gt;Ahh, that's the way ahh-ha, ahh-ha, I like it! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am going to bring this product back to Singapore for mom and China for my grandparents, auntie and Xuanxuan as they detest drinking milk. With this, i m sure they will be love with milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running down to fill my cup with milk now, it;s really good and we dont have to throw away the expired milk nowdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1853945392315682548?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1853945392315682548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1853945392315682548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1853945392315682548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1853945392315682548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sipahh-i-know-you-will-be-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/Sa0cflam2VI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qV21Jpt7rUM/s72-c/straws_twirl%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1157216665093462555</id><published>2009-02-23T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:51:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 weeks of school reopening, and i kinda of anticipating the wednesday class all this while. The entertaining Paul King who will always disturb me once a while during the lesson, well, i do fight back as well. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week's happenings are rather funny though. Well, we guys enjoyed wednesday's lesson. With this jumpy chenyan in the class, why not?? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly reminded me of one funny instance, i was drifting away from Pual while he continued yakking away about theory stuffs. At that point of time i was trying to fight for a corner for me to settle down actually because i had been standing for the entire morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pual then claimed he smells so i was trying to keep a distance away from him. Immediately, i went standing right beside him in front of the class. And his expression was really comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire class guffawed. Pual said i m being *oh no, i cant remember already*. It was something labelled as i'm being dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thursday is the most tense up lesson, George speaks really fast and everything he does is really swift, i m wondering whether the rest of the classmate will catch his points or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 3 more weeks to go and i will have to attend 4 days of lessons every weekday.  I cant imagine it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i shall end here now and i wanna get to the facebook to do some tagged quizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1157216665093462555?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1157216665093462555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1157216665093462555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1157216665093462555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1157216665093462555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/ohass.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3981892292611664951</id><published>2009-02-17T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:40:32.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to consult the doctor about my throat today. I m feeling restless and don't really wanna have any conversation with anyone, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm not an attitude strangers if you happen to talk to me and i ignored you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor kept blabbering about the instructions that i d got to oblige to, sleep early, exercise more, take notice of the weather (clad on more clothes when neccessary or remove them when you feel warm), and the lists go on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, as if i can sleep early or exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, headed to the medibank to reclaim back my money in the Sony Centre. Eventually, i only pay 50 cents for consulting the doctor. Oh wait, i paid for the student healthcare annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i'm not feeling well ))))))))))))))))):, even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to hop in Market City since i havent been shopping for a long time. Supre is having sale again, well, i m waiting for the half year sale which is about one month later, OHYAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHASS, i got myself a pair of boots at 5AUD, the initial price was 49.95AUD. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so comfortable when i put them on, i have no idea about the price when i decided to inquired the salesgirl about the price because they were being placed on the 20AUDshelf, and that was the sole pair on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lost of words when she told me that it was 5AUD, i was like WHAT THE HELL! Because, it was the last pair. Okay, and the salesgirl answered my questions for why was it so cheap. She said there will be new goods arriving and they were trying to get rid of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, i feel awesome because i just got a pair of pretty boots. HOHOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's school day, i was rather looking forwards to Paul King's lessons. He's seriously comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ I m really freak out by the weather. For the last whole week, it was pouring heavily, and the weather forecasts shows that it will still be the same weather for entire week of this week, along with thunderstorms. OHASS MAN! 14 days of rains, DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest staying outdoor during this sickening weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3981892292611664951?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3981892292611664951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3981892292611664951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3981892292611664951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3981892292611664951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-went-to-consult-doctor-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5359996906395257102</id><published>2009-02-15T12:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:30:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated V Day to everyone of you man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m still in dono-what-i-am-doing mode, probably because i'm not having enough sleep or the spirits i had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i had taken the RSA course on friday and i will be able to work in bistro, clubs, pubs.... I guess i will be encountering more challenges of the customers if i were to join these industries. Till i receive my certificate then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Valentine's Day, Cherry had been ringing up couples of times hurrying me to the City. I was pretty wearied and by the time i made up my mind to attend her celebration of her boyfriend's birthday AKA party for SINGLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick change and rang up cousin in law who was already on his way home after knocking off from work. He gave me a ride to Wolli Creek because i wouldnt dare to walk to the Railway Station at such hours since i m easily prone to scumbags. Most significantly, i'm afraid of DARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it reminded me of friday, there was this particular man who consistently approached near me. When the train stoped, i didnt know that he was standing right at my back. I was waiting for the passengers to alight and i sensed something was having contact with my ass. From my angle, what i peeked was a brown stuffs kept pushing my ass. When i turned, what i saw was this frigging bastard's hand. #&amp;amp;%)*&amp;amp;!#%^ Well, i guess this sort of stuffs are so common here and i rather save my breath shouting out for PERVERTS. What's the big deal anyway, that s what the commuters in the train would respond i m pretty sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i reached Phoenix at 11pm cos i managed to catch a coming train from Wolli Creek. Didnt bring my ID, like as if i will bring my passport, i dont wish to misplace it man. The securities let me in cos they were Danny's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank 3 party-cup spirits for getting there late in a goal with empty stomach. And i wasn't drunk last night, purely high man! I won danny and other strangers (i dono their names) by sheer lucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses received were all being ruined, we started plucking out the pedals and threw them everywhere. LOL, i didnt do that, they did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well cake cutting session was all right, we do had some and left plenty on the table. Danny came smashing the entire cake on me, freak out man, i shouldn't stand beside him at that time. I picked up the disgusting cake from the floor and went fighting back at both A Sam and Danny. And we made a mess over the entire longue, not only our own room but the reception area since people were running everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to stop and get into our own room, what i saw was OHMYGOD. Bits and bits of chocolate cake were lying everywhere in the room. You could hardly get a place to settle down and my entire wardrobe was cover with creams and cake. I had 3 pieces of clothes on that night and none of them were being spared from the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15022009004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 546px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/15022009004.jpg" width="662" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15022009006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 543px; HEIGHT: 429px" height="495" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/15022009006.jpg" width="598" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite black long sleeved shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15022009005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 549px; HEIGHT: 466px" height="532" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/15022009005.jpg" width="648" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outer coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All stains were at the back which i couldnt really see it till i remove them. My poor clothes and poor hands for i had to wash them by hand later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, there are not the *chocolate cake* if you know what i mean in case you didnt read the content presuming that they are the *chocolate cake* instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i shall end abruptly here, i need to grab a bite first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5359996906395257102?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5359996906395257102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5359996906395257102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5359996906395257102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5359996906395257102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-belated-v-day-to-everyone-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/th_15022009004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7630893859724952918</id><published>2009-02-12T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:09:46.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super worn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hectic day, a tense lesson today as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPA! Well, this so called Lao ye ye (old grandpa) was our future teacher for the next 2 terms. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE PAPALLO will be sure to kill all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, a group of Australian Teenagers were doing nasty stuffs to an old man who was sleeping soundly from the other cabin. They were absolute *BASKETS MAN! They even poured the beer down his head and throwing of rubbish, bottles at him real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this old man was really exhausted after a day's work cos they did plenty of stuffs to him and he was awaken after they had already poured almost a whole bottle of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BASKETS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, my lesson ends at 9.30pm every thursday. Boohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7630893859724952918?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7630893859724952918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7630893859724952918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7630893859724952918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7630893859724952918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-worn-out-it-was-hectic-day-tense.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-886920684798270443</id><published>2009-02-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:55:48.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school, only 7 students attend it. Isn't it pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i was terribly frightened yesterday night because i pictured of all those spine chilling scenes which freaked me out. After checking the Cityrail Timetable of Airport&amp;amp; East Hill lines, I had not been going for this train since beginning of December last year, i set my alarm at 8am and i need to catch the train at 8.26am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, i was really scared so i could not stay alone in the room by myself last night, there wasn't any packings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And within these 26 minutes, it includes my 12 minutes walk and the miserable 14 minutes for wash up, bathe and all the packing stuffs. Ohmygod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt drag any single minutes once i felt the vibrationof the alarm. It was then i realised i should have set the time at 7.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a quick wash up, dashed into my room for the dress up. It was chilly then, i took a quick glance at the cell phone's timing which was set intentionally for me to catch the train on time. I left 2 minutes to pack up my bags and a toolbox which was empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecture pad. pencil case, wallet, ipod, timetable and coin pouch were thrown into my little folder. Immediately i darted to the doorsteps and grab a bag containing the boots, rushed to the garage fetching for the toolbox, along with my folder, a coat plus an umbrella, i ran out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN, if only i had 3 pairs of hands because i wasted 3 minues dealing with the big gates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=unhappy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/unhappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont i represent the red and bone man here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=happy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can even fork out one hand to make a twist! Pardon for my unsightly sketch, it's just a quick one though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though i ran to the Turrella Station, i caught sight of my train zooming past me ))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started blaming on the stupid gate at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What;s worst! I brought all the things and left my weekly travel PASS at home! Oh ass, the ticket price is doubled before 9am FYI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when i alighted at Padstow, the time hit 9.06am, i was late. My sweet Cecily was waiting for me since 8.20 plus in the freezing morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were apparently late for the lesson, seeing my lovely classmates once again did brighten up my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went hunting for my teachers/ classrooms since they didnt really stated much information in the timetable. The teacher-in-charge gave us a huge greeting surprise man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE SAID FOR THOSE WHO DIDNT BRING THEIR UNIFORMS AND TOOLBOX, PLEASE PROCCEED HOME AND GET THEM BACK FOR CLASS. Othweise, we ll be graded for O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have heed my cousin Wendy's advice to bring them to school and WOO was the first person that came to my mind, ASS woo who is still having his joyous days in China. If he is present, i will definately bring my uniform because i cant manage with the uniform this morning with my restricted hands. Furthermore, my toolbox is empty )))))))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i am fortunate enough to reside near Padstow, it merely about an hour to come and fro. I decided to go home and get those sickening stuffs back to campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a STUPID 3 trips including one which occured this morning after heading to school and then took that train back home together with another 2 which only realised that i left out another thing and have to go home to get it during the half way to the train station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky enough, Cousin in law just pull over his car at the gate when i ran home for my Chef knives for the 3rd trip. He actually raised up that he gonna ride us to school!! I was elated and hop into the car promptly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 12 students present this morning to be exact. And the other 5 left home and vanished for the entire day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i got into the DEM kitchen fully dressed, it was 11.20am. I ate up a total of 2 hours plus, basically hurrying myself every S/Min/Hour man! Shitty ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gregory Spain was my previous SEM teacher, he is with another class and our class is working together with them for 6 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, customer service is not a problem to me at all since i m trained for a year soon. I was lucky enough to encounter majority of considerate fun loving customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new teacher is Paul King, another comedian! With the poor 7 members in the class, we still manage to enjoy it. A really AWESOME term to start with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i m the only one whom make him remember my name, which later on, i acknowledge myself as Cherry while she took my name. Everyone started to throw him with different names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for fod sake, Cecily join the smoking recruit, 6/7 are smokers, in addiction, Paul as well. They went for smoking break together and Cecily even gave a packet of Ciga to Pual as she felt that it tasted too strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecily even had the gut to offered me a puff! I SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAMED back at her, personally it smells unpleasant and look unglam to me. No matter what/how/who/when, I will never ever lay my fingers on the cigarette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The timetable stated that we are released at 3.30pm but it was actually 5.30pm. Another unreliable information again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 11th of February is a tough day man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I took an hour plus to iron cousin in law's tops and all my uniforms just now. Cousin in law even dragged me out of the house to Wolli Creek to buy some berverages which later ended up with a huge watermelon on my lap and a bag of peaches on my left hand. With the spacious car, he purposely put it on my lap, i was defeated in the day so i made no comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It;s my bed time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-886920684798270443?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/886920684798270443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=886920684798270443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/886920684798270443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/886920684798270443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-school-only-7-students.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f153/yanyandesu/for%20blogs/th_unhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8436932190625910605</id><published>2009-02-09T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:21:25.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I m trying not to have my nap right now since i always cant fall asleep at night. By killing my boredom with quiz is not bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules:It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : &lt;strong&gt;CHENYAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : &lt;strong&gt;Clue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : &lt;strong&gt;Charles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : &lt;strong&gt;Christina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : &lt;strong&gt;Carpenter (HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : &lt;strong&gt;Cant think of one, but i start with a C anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : &lt;strong&gt;CCHY Uniform&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : &lt;strong&gt;Cherry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: &lt;strong&gt;Cream lotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : &lt;strong&gt;China&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : &lt;strong&gt;Cant wake up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : &lt;strong&gt;Cheapo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : &lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the chocolate factory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : &lt;strong&gt;COKEEEEEEE. (a precise one man)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : &lt;strong&gt;Click 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : &lt;strong&gt;Crocodile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : &lt;strong&gt;Collins street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : &lt;strong&gt;Carrera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : &lt;strong&gt;Circus by britney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite filling those up, i m still pondering on how am i going to borrow a toolbox and a pair of shoes from others since i left mine in WOO's car. And DAMN WOO, he will only be back in Sydney in 3 weeks time. And school is opening in 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well stay at home and slack for i'm only left with uniforms but not equipments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty ass. I ll be dead in 2 days time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8436932190625910605?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8436932190625910605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8436932190625910605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8436932190625910605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8436932190625910605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-m-trying-not-to-have-my-nap-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-4933608120956460839</id><published>2009-02-08T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:36:22.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom's bugging me to sleep while video conferencing with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel like an old lady right now cos i m having backache every now and then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-4933608120956460839?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/4933608120956460839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=4933608120956460839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4933608120956460839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/4933608120956460839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/moms-bugging-me-to-sleep-while-video.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-6245474808413977070</id><published>2009-02-06T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:31:56.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since friday, people are kicking up the fuss over the climates for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was occupied with my customer service and struggling in this extremely warm atmosphere, i believed i gave my attention to at least 10 customers who claimed that it's gonna hit 40 Degree Celsius in the approaching weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon man, the temperature was around 30 Degree then, i was already perspiring like hell. And what am i suppose to wear or do in such conditions when i m don in shorts and tee? Is not as if you can fix up fans in your clothes to keep you cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool will be like 47 Degree Celsius? I guess the beaches will be packed with Liverpool locals on this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, my perspiration come to be like a dripping tap, my tee was soaked. So, i was enraged. I did not perform well on friday, along with some picky picky ones, it did contribute to my anger afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool will be like 47 Degree Celsius? I guess the locals will all be heading to the beach or something. Who can tolerate such temperature man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to behave in such a way that customers are always right, though personally, i think most of them are ABSOLUTELY wrong. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i get up on this saturday morning, i dont really feel like heading anywhere but remain at home. Well, independent life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m left with 1 minute of dressings after my entire wash up, with a quick change, i dashed out of the house with a pair of black tongs since the red ones do not go well with my dressings for today. If i were to miss the train, i ll be half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt rather cheery since i managed to catch the train on time, i was feeling drowsy as ever before i noticed i was putting on a pair of sandals with two different brand/design/color/size! Oh ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big deal actually since people do have the habits of wearing two unalike footwears nowadays. I mean i do wear those,but i cant accept the odd sizes and designs! Apparently, i slipped on the wrong pair of slippers which made me appeared to be a clown today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i had my glasses on this morning ( cos i hardly wear my specs nowadays), convincing enough, i was the one who get these 2 different slippers together and put them on yesterday to feed Winnie and Bobbie outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get back to the house, i put the 2 different design slippers into one corner effortlessly since it was observable enough that the slippers doesnt come in pairs, and no one will go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blind and silly enough to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In particularly, i lived through the 40 Degree climate. My entire body was heated since morning till 7 plus at night (the sun only sets around 8 plus), i think my skin can probably grill some eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i shall not define myself as Poach Chicken anymore since my skin tone is glowing now! This is so cool! I havent been to beaches for tanning sessions, purely caught under the dangerous UV rays daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang up yuanyuan today and i missed the outings with her man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-6245474808413977070?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/6245474808413977070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=6245474808413977070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6245474808413977070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/6245474808413977070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-friday-people-are-kicking-up-fuss.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-8596120430749171678</id><published>2009-02-06T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:04:04.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for me to grive over this now. I shouldnt have told pig about my blog url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having no archives in my blog, which i was lazy to actually fill up the remaining stuffs, Anhang could actually invaded into my previous entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh faints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having someone with such a great knowledge of those ITs makes me feel that i ve got no privacy in cyberspace at all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like digging a hole for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should open my blog solely for those common visitors only besides pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-8596120430749171678?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/8596120430749171678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=8596120430749171678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8596120430749171678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/8596120430749171678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-its-too-late-for-me-to-grive-over.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-3649501264879477636</id><published>2009-02-06T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:50:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel awesome to recover some of my long lost friends back by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having my conversation with Ms lim my primary school teacher right now, she's in Aussie now. Just as what i thought cos she MSN-ed me yesterday and i failed to get her back cos i went for dinner preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the Primary School days, our childish acts and all. A stupid smile will surface, because i suppose i did plenty of silly stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after going through Anhang's blog, i m really impressed by the things that he remembered and the names as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i thought i wouldnt lose to him too, because i can recall plenty of the peeps out there as well. I do have good memories at times, but not the Chemistry Formula or Amaths formula, i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess i shall write something about my childhood soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-3649501264879477636?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/3649501264879477636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=3649501264879477636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3649501264879477636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/3649501264879477636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-awesome-to-recover-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1842477111496458366</id><published>2009-02-05T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:55:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i have to brush up on my English now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vocabulary bank is running out of words to apply for already. This is seriously pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been staying up late for the whole week, bascially i had heavy dinner every night. How great will it be not to have dinners? And i do not have to stay up so late cos i m very full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this hard feelings for dinner now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only it consume most of my time, i have to fork out my precious sleeping hours waiting for the food to be digested before i can fall asleep. What's wrong with my digestive system man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1842477111496458366?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1842477111496458366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1842477111496458366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1842477111496458366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1842477111496458366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-have-to-brush-up-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-1294045597154511742</id><published>2009-02-04T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:13:22.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During the Secondary School days, it was Tess Gerristen's books got me interested in reading. Reaching out for the Library is simply effortless, i m fortunate to have resided in Woodlands with a 4 storey high buildings packed with all books for me to get indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i came here, my temptations for the books ceased. And i m gonna bring back this spirits of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, i detest book readings and never complete any books at all ever since i grew up, besides those captivating fairytales i got engrossed in when i was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple days ago, i dropped by Tess Gerristen's blog. While scanning through her posts, one of the entry was really accomodating, for those who havent read "The Surgeon", you can simply read it online now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m done with a handful of book series by Tess Gerristen, but not with this first book. Am reading this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and the Twilight, i m gonna loan from Daguang real soon since most of my friends in Singapore are mentioning about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoestly speaking, i had never drop in any public library in Aussie! In addiction to that, i dont really catch sight of library here. Apart from the apparent towering University Technology of Sydney library (UTS) which is situated near the Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shall hop in one of the city library someday, i had seen pictures from cousin, the libary is so ancient-like, as from what you saw in the dated back movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-1294045597154511742?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/1294045597154511742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=1294045597154511742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1294045597154511742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/1294045597154511742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/during-secondary-school-days-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-7668660953541498997</id><published>2009-02-03T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:08:12.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just stop by Noelle's blog and was tagged by her for another randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i m rather active at this hour, i shall complete these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i love doing these lame things occasionally, it will sort of reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN ARE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single; &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE SINGLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy; &lt;strong&gt;YES, I AM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored; &lt;strong&gt;NOT REALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you fair; &lt;strong&gt;IN WHAT WAYS? MY SKIN TONE OR MY PERSONALITY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you Italian; &lt;strong&gt;APPARENTLY NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you intelligent; &lt;strong&gt;ASK MY LOVELY FRIENDS (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you honest; &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA, YEAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you nice; &lt;strong&gt;I DO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian; &lt;strong&gt;YEAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name; &lt;strong&gt;CHEN YAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames; &lt;strong&gt;YANYAN, YY, KK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth place; &lt;strong&gt;CHINA, MY HOUSE I GUESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair color; &lt;strong&gt;IT'S DAMN GOLDEN NOW UNDER THE SUN NOW, MY SUPPOSE MY HAIR IS NOT THAT HEALHY ANYMORE. I PREFER BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair style; &lt;strong&gt;STRAIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye Color; &lt;strong&gt;DARK BROWN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday; &lt;strong&gt;20TH SEPTEMBER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood;&lt;strong&gt; I M PLEASINGLY ALL RIGHT NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color;&lt;strong&gt; BLACK&amp;amp;WHITE, RED, PURPLE, PINK, ETC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit; &lt;strong&gt;HAWAII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love; &lt;strong&gt;I WILL BE A KUKU IF I DONT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight; &lt;strong&gt;DEFINATELY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush?; &lt;strong&gt;HMM, SHOW LUO? HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally; &lt;strong&gt;YA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart; &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken;&lt;strong&gt; YEAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them; &lt;strong&gt;YEAH, I M SHY&lt;/strong&gt; *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment; &lt;strong&gt;YES FOR NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged; &lt;strong&gt;COUSIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to?; &lt;strong&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer;&lt;strong&gt; HARD LIQUOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs; DOGS, &lt;strong&gt;WINNIE&amp;amp;BOBBIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or any regular friends; &lt;strong&gt;B.FRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy; &lt;strong&gt;CRUNCHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pencil or Pen; &lt;strong&gt;PENCIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in; &lt;strong&gt;PREFER WILD RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day; &lt;strong&gt;DEPENDS THOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or phone; &lt;strong&gt;AGREE WITH NOELLE, WHAT'S IM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out; &lt;strong&gt;YEAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear;&lt;strong&gt; I VE NO IDEA EH, SG ZOO??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret&lt;strong&gt;; A LOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped; &lt;strong&gt;OH I LOVE IT WHEN I M YOUNG, THAT SHOWS WHY I HAVE THIS HEIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor; &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA, IF IT'S CLEAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker; &lt;strong&gt;NO,  I LOATHE SWEET STUFFS BESIDES CHOCO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked; &lt;strong&gt;NOT FULLY THOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back; &lt;strong&gt;WHO KNOWS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet; &lt;strong&gt;NOPE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear. &lt;strong&gt;YEAH, UNDER PRESSURE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes; &lt;strong&gt;SMILE (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair; &lt;strong&gt;LIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses; &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE HUGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller; &lt;strong&gt;MY BF HAS TO BE 180CM N ABOVEEEE *teehee*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction; &lt;strong&gt;INTELLIGENCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Topman or Zara; &lt;strong&gt;TOPMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious; &lt;strong&gt;DEPENDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or Younger; &lt;strong&gt;WELL, WAIT N SEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet; &lt;strong&gt;NO QUIET ONES PLS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad; &lt;strong&gt;BOTH! LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd; &lt;strong&gt;YEAH, I MISS ORCHESTRA ACTUALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour; &lt;strong&gt;MORE THAN THAT PLS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands; &lt;strong&gt;NOPE, CRAZY ASS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert; &lt;strong&gt;NOPE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team;&lt;strong&gt;YES, CHEER LEADER SOMEMORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team; &lt;strong&gt;NO, I WANNA PICK UP DANCING IF I CAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team; &lt;strong&gt;NO EH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production; &lt;strong&gt;PRIMARY SCHOOL DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley?;&lt;strong&gt; FUTURE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video?; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made;&lt;strong&gt; COUSIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged; &lt;strong&gt;DIDNT I ANS ALR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with; &lt;strong&gt;DIDNT I ANS ALR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked; &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to; &lt;strong&gt;COUSIN IN LAW *DI*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM'd; &lt;strong&gt;IM AGAIN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted; &lt;strong&gt;LEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with; &lt;strong&gt;COUSIN, TY&amp;amp;YZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person/thing you missed; &lt;strong&gt;I HAD BEEN MISSING EVERYONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website visited; &lt;strong&gt;YAHOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SYg4nTtGBuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/k_MA2wEcUEw/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298547209556854498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SYg4nTtGBuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/k_MA2wEcUEw/s400/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bobbie is so tiny up there, missed the days when we just purchased him. It felt so warm when he cuddled you during the winter then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-7668660953541498997?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/7668660953541498997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=7668660953541498997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7668660953541498997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/7668660953541498997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-stop-by-noelles-blog-and-was.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SYg4nTtGBuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/k_MA2wEcUEw/s72-c/IMG_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15242434.post-5105895680372095471</id><published>2009-01-22T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:56:13.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is totally classic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever picture yourself in this scene which is totally drama to me, say you are using the washroom, and right outside the washroom someone was actually bad mouthing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. So what we had covered moment ago was nothing but truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more exasperating was, he continue to perfom in that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can simply find a wall and BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of us in the family was enduring, i dont wish to be in a stinking environment man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, can you please get him out of my sight now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15242434-5105895680372095471?l=yanyandesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/feeds/5105895680372095471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15242434&amp;postID=5105895680372095471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5105895680372095471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15242434/posts/default/5105895680372095471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanyandesu.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-totally-classic-man.html' title=''/><author><name>YY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960627764832189948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVdRt90akOo/SmmhwrU-xpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2pdPerqnWvM/S220/02022009003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
