<?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-16955231</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:40:28.222+08:00</updated><category term='ugly lady'/><category term='love'/><category term='cloned puppies'/><title type='text'>Bunny songs</title><subtitle type='html'>Finding Meaning in Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3159401197475116842</id><published>2010-03-20T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:54:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunga Citra Lestari - Aku Tak Mau Sendiri (Original Clip)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/n54219k2sps' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/n54219k2sps'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tanpa terasa ku teteskan air mata ini.....&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the way they pronounce is so different...... but I like this song......Just don't like the part where she runs.....can see her tummy jiggling............most prob the guys won't notice the tummy since somewhere else is jiggling too.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3159401197475116842?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3159401197475116842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3159401197475116842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3159401197475116842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3159401197475116842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2010/03/bunga-citra-lestari-aku-tak-mau-sendiri.html' title='Bunga Citra Lestari - Aku Tak Mau Sendiri (Original Clip)'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3615130730002850617</id><published>2009-10-26T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:39:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eYBj0brGAE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eYBj0brGAE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I had posted this song before, but today when I was listening to it, I felt so inspired...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't wanna be like Cinderella sitting in a dark cold dusty cellar, waiting for somebody to come and set me free..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't wanna be like Snow White waiting for her prince to come and save her on a horse of white, unless we're riding side by side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't wanna depend on no one else, I'd rather rescue myself..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've always been the kind of person that hates to accept help unless its absolutely necessary? (I didn't end with a full stop because other people may not think so..) But since I got a partner, (boyfriend just sound wrong here..) I've stop being strong.. and because of that I'm sad.. because I take pleasure in being able to depend on myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But according to Jian Lun, a girl being independent is poisonous to a relationship..because apparently guys like taking care of their girls? Guys like giving solution, and they'll only love their girl if the girl actually accept his solution.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is just plain retarded.....we never got to a conclusion.....because I think its retarded and he thinks that I'm a control freak because I don't like people giving me solutions...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just said, ok I don't want to talk about this anymore because you're not making any sense and he said "you're exactly like Julie!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND apparently, Ipoh girls are highly sought after cause they're more submissive and simple minded, plus a lot of beauty queens came from Ipoh........Ipoh girls, like Iphone, all style but got network problems.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is IMHO laahh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't la condemn me..&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/16955231-3615130730002850617?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3615130730002850617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3615130730002850617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3615130730002850617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3615130730002850617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dunno-if-i-had-posted-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3239147682445919233</id><published>2009-10-18T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:43:56.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dan dirimu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Me2Jcq9MoYM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Me2Jcq9MoYM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were at work, youtubing...erm, product knowledge...we were doing streaming, to see how fast is the connection.....and one of the girls play this song, omg, I fell in love with it immediately....feel so outdated in malay songs....would someone please recommend some nice new malay songs to me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3239147682445919233?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3239147682445919233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3239147682445919233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3239147682445919233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3239147682445919233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/10/aku-dan-dirimu.html' title='Aku dan dirimu'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4013443588358229237</id><published>2009-08-16T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:29:43.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored. Rotting. Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4WzwMbjfks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4WzwMbjfks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be graduating.....Bart, Pei Peng....I think most local universities are having their convocation around this time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I graduated, I feel like my life had been put on hold.....I'm not sure what am I doing....or not doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been moving around a lot......feels like I've got no home.....which is quite true.......I'm moving into a new place tomorrow....I hope I like it more than Mr Tan's place with the crazy housemates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rotting at home on a saturday night....I wonder why....&lt;br /&gt;Giri asked if I wanted to go out yum cha with Tee Tzin and Matt....but I didn't want to.....he went out at 11pm...its already 1.20am and he's not back yet....I'm glad I didn't go along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't like them....I do....But hanging out so long in a mamak isn't my cup of teh tarik........I get bitten by mosquitoes, I get rashes when I sweat, my hair smell like ciggie cause Tee Tzin smokes, I eat maggi gorens/tom yam/anything when I'm bored = more cellulite on my bulging thighs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound so prissy and fussy...but I can't help it....I don't seem to enjoy it anymore....before I just want to be out, no matter where.......But now, I just want to chill and read a book, watch a drama or do mask at home....sleep &lt;s&gt;early&lt;/s&gt; earlier maybe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I sound like I'm 50 but I've been feeling so tired lately cause my life is so boring.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4013443588358229237?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4013443588358229237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4013443588358229237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4013443588358229237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4013443588358229237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/08/bored-rotting-ranting.html' title='Bored. Rotting. Ranting'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7161443527059096413</id><published>2009-06-06T05:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:14:06.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clazziquai - She is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MJlISe9iyo0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MJlISe9iyo0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still in love with clazziquai.....&lt;br /&gt;This is the soundtrack for my lovely samsoon.&lt;br /&gt;The fat chef and the boss of the restaurant....&lt;br /&gt;with the cute pig.....&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching this drama twice...&lt;br /&gt;once on 8Tv last time and once when my aunt rented the whole series and watched it the whole day for a few days......hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I remember how much I love watching korean dramas, how much everyone would cry........&lt;br /&gt;I miss TV.....&lt;br /&gt;can anyone tell me where to download korean dramas with english subs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-7161443527059096413?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/7161443527059096413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=7161443527059096413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7161443527059096413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7161443527059096413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/06/clazziquai-she-is.html' title='Clazziquai - She is'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4743810759227468953</id><published>2009-05-26T01:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:03:32.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Standout in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Shrq_I441NI/AAAAAAAABQc/OWlqK4rJfvA/s1600-h/standout-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339838678639891666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Shrq_I441NI/AAAAAAAABQc/OWlqK4rJfvA/s400/standout-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you heard of the STAND OUT!WITH TIGER AND NUFFNANG? party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno is it cause I've been reading too much over commercialized blogs like &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;kennysia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.kinkybluefairy.net/"&gt;Joyce Wong&lt;/a&gt; who made this thingie look really cool or I just really want to go to a party after my supp, after all, I did miss my Thai trip cause I got 2Ds, and no, thats not my bra size....anyway, I just suddenly feel the urge to go to this party....hhmm..I wonder why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its on 6th June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perfect, right after my supp paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie, lets see what I have to do..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This exclusive party will only be open to invited bloggers only &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting Yourself Invited to the Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell us how outstanding you are in your blog. Tell us what a standout you are in your life by posting a blog post blog titled 'I'm a Standout in Life'. You can tell us how you can repeat the alphabet from back to front easily, count the distance from each planet in the solar system using your own formula, how you manage to lick your own elbow, ability to jump and eat chips at the same time. It could be anything! Tell us in text, pictures or/and videos! It's entirely up to you on how you want to standout!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Z, Y, X, erm, U? ar, O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so what if I can't repeat the alphabet from back to front....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There must be something I can do.....count the distance from, er, ok, I'll skip that...I don't even know how many planets are there....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lick elbow.....erm, eeww gross....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jump and eat chips, erm, no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339819131574788434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ShrZNWZZoVI/AAAAAAAABP8/UQK7Yxl4FUs/s400/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK!! LOOK!!! I can peel a whole layer of skin off my face!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, I know, thats lame, I was just doing a peel mask..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339821107981290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ShrbAZFbirI/AAAAAAAABQE/nIrnITeilvQ/s400/close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;LOOK!! LOOK!!! LOOK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got sharingan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you mean females don't have sharingan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, fine, its fake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339834634727104546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ShrnTwI8oCI/AAAAAAAABQM/fFxRRbaX5QA/s400/purple+fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;purple hair and Zac Efron blue eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, that's fake too......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there's nothing outstanding bout me!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only reason I'd stand out is when I get kicked out of my apartment next month when the new tenant comes in......Then I'd be standing outside...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I still want to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so not fair.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339835863818208514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ShrobS3GhQI/AAAAAAAABQU/PArvxRVyDZg/s400/crying+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're suppose to go, "oh Yipin, dun cry....we'll let you go......"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s- I'm just trying the Cinderella technique.....who knows.....it might work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/16955231-4743810759227468953?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4743810759227468953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4743810759227468953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4743810759227468953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4743810759227468953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-standout-in-life.html' title='I&apos;m a Standout in Life'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Shrq_I441NI/AAAAAAAABQc/OWlqK4rJfvA/s72-c/standout-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-9221984222997136281</id><published>2009-05-14T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:20:50.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak de kerja...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sgrx_bnUdaI/AAAAAAAABPs/2jeo_9ltbxk/s1600-h/lalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335342780620502434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sgrx_bnUdaI/AAAAAAAABPs/2jeo_9ltbxk/s400/lalala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YIPIN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats wrong with your eyes???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you look like you've got conjunctivitis!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nola......hehe.....its just my sharingan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335342781698112770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sgrx_foPfQI/AAAAAAAABP0/3EpQCiCA4OY/s400/close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-9221984222997136281?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/9221984222997136281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=9221984222997136281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/9221984222997136281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/9221984222997136281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/05/tak-de-kerja.html' title='tak de kerja...'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sgrx_bnUdaI/AAAAAAAABPs/2jeo_9ltbxk/s72-c/lalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-8482370061315729822</id><published>2009-05-10T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:59:40.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute guy singing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WGmxwtOGk-E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WGmxwtOGk-E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"lum" anot?&lt;br /&gt;so cute rite? and his voice is so sexy!!!&lt;br /&gt;but I think he's gay, coz the song is for Andrew??&lt;br /&gt;hhmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-8482370061315729822?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/8482370061315729822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=8482370061315729822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0e4XINfFo8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0e4XINfFo8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love this song.....the MV is a bit scary tho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4322531827239303486?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4322531827239303486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4322531827239303486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4322531827239303486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4322531827239303486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-tango.html' title='last tango'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3588015098448097600</id><published>2009-04-11T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:12:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbidiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZ39tcSzqtA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZ39tcSzqtA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song had been my favourite song for ages......was damn angry when Wei Keong insist that it was copied from a chinese song...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't update for the next few days...so I thought I'd just put this here for everyone to enjoy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night was super F***ed up. I drank beer and red bull, which have antagonistic effects....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323728954786921922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SeGvRy6JPcI/AAAAAAAABOk/OGQfPRFuQh8/s400/exhausted.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source: wee wee @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.simplearts.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beer made my mind foggy and tired, but I couldn't sleep cause of the red bull...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was wide awake but I couldn't do my thesis.....Hhhmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can stop thinking "what a birdbrain...!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanted to try, cause someone, whom I can't remember told me its delicious. If I remember, I'm sooo gonna screw him/her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I wasn't really happy last night, and wasn't in the mood to do my thesis.....I thought I could just go to sleep after a drink......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday is my thesis deadline....wish me luk =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/16955231-3588015098448097600?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3588015098448097600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3588015098448097600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3588015098448097600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3588015098448097600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/04/rabbidiot.html' title='Rabbidiot'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SeGvRy6JPcI/AAAAAAAABOk/OGQfPRFuQh8/s72-c/exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-2282609911855651570</id><published>2009-04-08T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:55:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wang who?</title><content type='html'>My whole family (BE family) went to the Wang Lee hom autograph session....sigh..... whats so great bout him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay home to do my thesis, but got no mood, cause I felt left out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not going...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked wee wee, whats so great bout him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he replied "a good looking guy who can play more than 16 musical instruments well n speaks fluent english...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321992055719600194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SduDk9qeIEI/AAAAAAAABOc/RmxJkzaWf5M/s400/violinleehom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied "a guy that I'll never have a chance to ever be with = pointless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if wanna see leng chai who can play various instrument, our class got wat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321992050109896530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SduDkoxA11I/AAAAAAAABOU/Z_gMThZ7Z9A/s400/lab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He's a pro at playing with the micropipette ok! and the pH meter and lots more, I'm sure you can find 16 of them...&lt;br /&gt;why must go all the way to mont kiara, get pushed around by a million crazy screaming teenage girls, just to see one leng chai that don't give a sniff bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, fine, he don't look as delicious....but with a little photoshop, he don't look that far off!&lt;br /&gt;plus, you get to see him everyday in UTAR, can ask for his autograph anytime, can take picture with him also.........if you wanna hug and kiss him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind it either......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321992047694751714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SduDkfxMp-I/AAAAAAAABOE/66v1OXNzD2Y/s400/eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see, they eat the same way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321992047910355730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SduDkgkmgxI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZzbMYXQcycc/s400/lala+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with a little art, he look alrite wat rite?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321992039704491090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SduDkCAK9FI/AAAAAAAABN8/ra6XQ333ynw/s400/poser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so because I spend so much time &lt;s&gt;oogling at Rx's photos&lt;/s&gt; writing this post, I did not do my thesis in the end.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually ask his friend for his photos, but he refused to give it to me, cause he thought I was stalking him.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so I stole it all from his facebook, but since he don't read my blog, so its ok....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*evil laugh*&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/16955231-2282609911855651570?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/2282609911855651570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=2282609911855651570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2282609911855651570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2282609911855651570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/04/wang-who.html' title='Wang who?'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SduDk9qeIEI/AAAAAAAABOc/RmxJkzaWf5M/s72-c/violinleehom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5279331893199540404</id><published>2009-04-05T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:13:00.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight resonance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Eo_SxPGwAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Eo_SxPGwAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love songs with food titles....&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch this show.....but with my rotten Cantonese, its impossible to understand...&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's tvb dramas with proper english/malay translations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this song makes me feel so sad....&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the weather outside..&lt;br /&gt;its another gloomy day......&lt;br /&gt;why must it always rain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5279331893199540404?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5279331893199540404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5279331893199540404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5279331893199540404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5279331893199540404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/04/moonlight-resonance.html' title='Moonlight resonance?'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1312749150554520420</id><published>2009-03-30T01:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:47:56.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me decide to update here?</title><content type='html'>oh, cause stupid wordpress don't let me upload more than a certain amount of pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong wind outside reminded me of this afternoon. A perfect beautiful afternoon if not for the minor tiff at the end. It was my fault....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying around in the gazebo downstairs, staring up at the roof, while I was waiting for Giri to register his car for the visitor parking......oh, as much as I like to deny it, I'm sure I'll miss this place.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318659229052856770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-sY60MacI/AAAAAAAABL0/MDMgf64WliY/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since we came out of the house today wearing matching outfits.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318659225479308738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-sYtgMZcI/AAAAAAAABLs/pNOMZDg4gdQ/s320/IMG_2065+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I spent hours photoshopping away all the blackheads and blemishes on this photo.....and decided that I'm too lazy to photoshop the rest.......and I think the photos, despite my horribly blemished complexion, turn out really nice........*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a few pictures of us together in the beautiful gazebo, for memories sake, since I'll be leaving this place soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I ran and perch my cammie on the bench opposite and set the timer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667822834763826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0NJJdyDI/AAAAAAAABM8/5bpaejmUZIc/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318666527097882818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-zBuJuCMI/AAAAAAAABMU/12TdMwkR_Kk/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318666516591914450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-zBHA5rdI/AAAAAAAABMM/vpDnDqV7EuE/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318666513877976498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-zA852RbI/AAAAAAAABME/sFQ8gPb96cE/s320/IMG_2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, these are just a few of the ones we took, I don't know how many times I ran to and fro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Giri insist that I should take a few photos of him -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318666498054087954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-zAB9I5RI/AAAAAAAABL8/DYJO7rDtAH4/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"is this pose ok?" he asked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667273784974194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-ztLxy23I/AAAAAAAABMs/6Ew6rm9jmfA/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"or is this better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0OVZ-0mI/AAAAAAAABNU/DJ5WTN5obB8/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667843305132642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0OVZ-0mI/AAAAAAAABNU/DJ5WTN5obB8/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if I pose like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667269653806994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-zs8Y2P5I/AAAAAAAABMk/AaF5RIKtExI/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, go take from opposite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667256839652786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-zsMptxbI/AAAAAAAABMc/_5x7WXWjpJM/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318668479794306770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0zYg03tI/AAAAAAAABNc/oMZXbTzjhv4/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take one like this..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He made me take so many.....so I started to whine.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I want my photos taken too!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and he replied "no, get back there and take more photos of me!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I refused and kept Cammie safely back into her bag...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then he said, "ok, fine, go pose..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0OCiYZBI/AAAAAAAABNM/ioq5hnnK8_M/s1600-h/IMG_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667838240089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0OCiYZBI/AAAAAAAABNM/ioq5hnnK8_M/s320/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I shamelessly camwhored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0NhPD9KI/AAAAAAAABNE/l1_pfB4Gl3g/s1600-h/IMG_2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667829300688034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0NhPD9KI/AAAAAAAABNE/l1_pfB4Gl3g/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-ztokipmI/AAAAAAAABM0/51cgGuIqL1g/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318667281514014306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-ztokipmI/AAAAAAAABM0/51cgGuIqL1g/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly it started to rain.....and he said "ok, 1 more minute and we'll go up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I sulked.....and complained that its all his fault! If he didn't make me take so many photos of himself, I would have gotten more photos of myself.......He only cares bout himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he got angry at me and said in a frustrated tone...... "continue taking then, its raining already anyway......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did.....a few.........but the happy mood had evaporated.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we started arguing..... he asked "whats wrong with taking a few photos of me? I'm sure there's less than 10 of mine in there anyway, once we're done with mine, then we take yours la! cannot? Must only take your photos?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I felt really hurt, cause its so unfair.........its not like that......and I tried to explain that, "its like you asking to borrow my barbie to play with your GI Joe........you can borrow it, and play by yourself, but why can't we play together? Instead of me borrowing you my barbie for a day and then you borrowing me your GI Joe the next.....?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he replied that he didn't understand what I was trying to say. Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhmm.....maybe not.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I felt like I was bullied......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he made it sound like I was a spoilt child eventhough I don't feel like that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I said "you know what? I'm giving you permission now, go on and cheat on me. I hope you can understand girls better after that....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no matter how he annoyed me, in my heart we're still the brown puppy and yellow bunny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318659210207212290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-sX0nCswI/AAAAAAAABLc/eOmy1GBetB8/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fitting comfortably into each other.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318659216032000850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-sYKTx61I/AAAAAAAABLk/q9krd3P91tg/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-sXjTHCjI/AAAAAAAABLU/bqaEy0Ohthg/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318659205560207922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-sXjTHCjI/AAAAAAAABLU/bqaEy0Ohthg/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I know it would hurt, if one day he's not my doggie anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318668488147069362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0z3oR6bI/AAAAAAAABNk/q2wuIP_QkGc/s320/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Its different with just the bunny alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318668676222672786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-0-0Q_35I/AAAAAAAABN0/Ek56oYIM_WY/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and the puppy will look lost without the bunny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318668502245491154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-00sJmwdI/AAAAAAAABNs/uunqXLfdeNo/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It feels so natural when we're together....no matter how much we argue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I tried again, when we're back in my tiny prison cell, "Giri, why does Jason whine? Why does Wei Hong sulk?" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*they're the kids that his mom babysits, they're adorable 4 and 3 year olds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he replied "they're kids, its different......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied "its not, I like being childish, so what if I'm spoilt? I think I deserve a right to be manja with my boyfriend...everyone knows I'm the manja type....no?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he said "ok..I'll try, not all the time ok?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is better ending......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss him, oh, I do, I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure he won't have much time for me next month......I'll be busy too.....I just wish we don't argue so much, I guess cause we're so different......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spoilt all my life.......getting almost anything I want, that is of course, not extravagantly impossible to obtain......never been beaten or caned...never been pressured to do anything I didn't want to.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his mom is a very strict guardian.......I can see that......the cane in his house is also quite worn out I think.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not a brat. I can be. But I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a likeable person most of the time, when I'm in the right mood......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been severely punished, not because my parents are very lenient, but because I know how to behave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been treated like an adult, who can make the right decisions, no one had ever had to worry bout me.....that is my freedom......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when Giri judged me, I was really pissed, thinking "How dare he!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so can you understand me now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hhhmm..maybe not.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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' 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here?'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sc-sY60MacI/AAAAAAAABL0/MDMgf64WliY/s72-c/IMG_2066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7087158947324071617</id><published>2009-03-24T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:25:34.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordpress</title><content type='html'>I hate wordpress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316666785882517858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SciYRdmlMWI/AAAAAAAABLM/r60WbUvCaSw/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because you're not allowed to upload videos~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there's a limit to the amount of pictures you upload.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I also love it, cause I can password protect my posts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I've decided to dump only my thoughts there.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll continue using this blog to post all my favourite songs and funny videos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;= )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's a link to my new blog at the sidebar.......&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/16955231-7087158947324071617?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SciYRdmlMWI/AAAAAAAABLM/r60WbUvCaSw/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-79264265258161950</id><published>2009-03-24T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:12:35.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New home</title><content type='html'>blog moved to &lt;a href="http://www.yipin87.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.yipin87.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;leave a comment if there's any problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-79264265258161950?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6328685401360618927</id><published>2009-03-22T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:04:43.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zi4xlItrLFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zi4xlItrLFo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*aaaawww...*&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/16955231-6328685401360618927?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6328685401360618927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6328685401360618927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6328685401360618927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6328685401360618927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgiven.html' title='forgiven'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-8823801403057098520</id><published>2009-03-21T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:34:16.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Stole The Cookie From the Cookie Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/a96TmrxZRXY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/a96TmrxZRXY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is super cute. haha....&lt;br /&gt;stumble upon it when I was looking for cookie jar&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.......if only they can pronounce better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shut up Josh!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-8823801403057098520?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/8823801403057098520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=8823801403057098520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8823801403057098520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8823801403057098520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-stole-cookie-from-cookie-jar.html' title='Who Stole The Cookie From the Cookie Jar'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4501147756601892843</id><published>2009-03-21T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:27:10.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Class Heroes - Cookie Jar Official Music Video (HD 720p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZKf_iW9Ds4U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZKf_iW9Ds4U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it reminds me of someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy, both the video and guessing who..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4501147756601892843?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4501147756601892843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4501147756601892843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4501147756601892843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4501147756601892843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/gym-class-heroes-cookie-jar-official.html' title='Gym Class Heroes - Cookie Jar Official Music Video (HD 720p)'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4377795333857028252</id><published>2009-03-18T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:46:34.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chobits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ScCkzOUvXbI/AAAAAAAABLA/5LCehUli6To/s1600-h/robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314428760222555570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ScCkzOUvXbI/AAAAAAAABLA/5LCehUli6To/s400/robot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this &lt;a href="http://news.my.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=2845670&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;fahion robot news&lt;/a&gt; on msn news and couldn't resisti clicking on the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314428752916958066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ScCkyzG8y3I/AAAAAAAABK4/E46Zq5UIszk/s400/robot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shit, even with just the head and hands of human flesh lookalike, this robot already look 10x cuter than me.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;remind me of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chobits"&gt;Chobits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;imagine if they really created persocon....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure the suicide case of japanese girls in Japan will soar even higher...&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/16955231-4377795333857028252?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4377795333857028252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4377795333857028252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4377795333857028252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4377795333857028252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/chobits.html' title='Chobits'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ScCkzOUvXbI/AAAAAAAABLA/5LCehUli6To/s72-c/robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4615698290323193048</id><published>2009-03-18T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:29:06.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>Don't ever cook beehoon with campbells with potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like glue.&lt;br /&gt;how do I know?&lt;br /&gt;I ate glue before when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;sort of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the starch glue that my granma use to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today feeling like my head is about to explode...&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't really know how to cope with stress, so I make myself sick, so I don't have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I've decided to re-open my blog&lt;br /&gt;yay~!&lt;br /&gt;coz a lot of ppl are too lazy to sign in.&lt;br /&gt;and also because with it locked or not, I still face embarrassing moments when the people I talk about still reads it.&lt;br /&gt;so no diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cutting my hair.&lt;br /&gt;cutting my hair always makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;If its not cause giri likes my hair long, I would never leave it to grow to this length.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, I kind of like the way I look with long hair though...&lt;br /&gt;But it does feel better having short hair.&lt;br /&gt;having short hair means never having to sleep with my hair wet again.&lt;br /&gt;never having to take an hour to dry them&lt;br /&gt;never having a difficult time eating cause you're scared there will be some black strands of beehoon in your noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;and also always having puffy hair days. I do look awful with short hair&lt;br /&gt;haha...my hair is naturally puffy and curl in all directions&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;I wish I've got silky smooth hair...then I'll definitely cut it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel like a hair cut......&lt;br /&gt;maybe just a trim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4615698290323193048?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4615698290323193048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4615698290323193048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4615698290323193048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4615698290323193048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6162253409596831882</id><published>2009-03-17T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:24:34.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampering</title><content type='html'>The previous post brought me a lil trouble. So I decided to take it down.&lt;br /&gt;haven't read it? Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it already?&lt;br /&gt;F.&lt;br /&gt;for forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and took a skin wrinkling long hot shower, to compensate for the soaking in the pool session I missed. Exfoliated, did a hair treatment and came out fresh as a rose bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like a lil girl again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6162253409596831882?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6162253409596831882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6162253409596831882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6162253409596831882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6162253409596831882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/pampering.html' title='Pampering'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1085905622646553873</id><published>2009-03-17T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:20:28.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ひだまりの詩 hidamari no uta 「le couple」 Guitar, 1st version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IKsb7dMusw0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IKsb7dMusw0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;would have totally fall in love if he's a bit cuter.....oh, and of coz if he didn't actually kill my fave song. wtf......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1085905622646553873?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1085905622646553873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1085905622646553873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1085905622646553873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1085905622646553873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidamari-no-uta-le-couple-guitar-1st.html' title='ひだまりの詩 hidamari no uta 「le couple」 Guitar, 1st version'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-2913293355118707444</id><published>2009-03-17T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:08:53.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ひだまりの詩、　Le Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JkIuum1JXfg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JkIuum1JXfg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fave atm. But I can't find the english version in youtube = (&lt;br /&gt;this is just as ehchanting though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lyrics: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the sky and there I saw a star shining so bright above&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and wished upon the star that I would fine true love&lt;br /&gt;Someone who needed me&lt;br /&gt;Someone to share my life&lt;br /&gt;For a love that would be true&lt;br /&gt;I would wait forever&lt;br /&gt;So...no...matter how long it may be&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;One star-brighter than the others&lt;br /&gt;Two Hearts-beating for each other&lt;br /&gt;I believe wishes really come true&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight I knew it from the moment when you said hello&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you felt it too, but we both so shy-how was I to know&lt;br /&gt;when you reached for my hand&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were the one&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and talked for hours like I'd known you forever&lt;br /&gt;Like...a...dream or something from a book&lt;br /&gt;True love had found me&lt;br /&gt;One star-brighter than the others&lt;br /&gt;Two Hearts-beating for each other&lt;br /&gt;Noe I see wishes really come true&lt;br /&gt;You just have to dream&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's as bad as it seems&lt;br /&gt;to be...believe me&lt;br /&gt;Someone's waiting for you to try&lt;br /&gt;There in the sky&lt;br /&gt;One star-brighter than the others&lt;br /&gt;Two Hearts-beating for each other&lt;br /&gt;You will see wishes really come true&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop believing-wishes do come true&lt;br /&gt;You gotta believe me (wish on a star) wishes do come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this is the romaji translation though. I only have the english version. I duno what does the japanese version mean..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-2913293355118707444?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/2913293355118707444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=2913293355118707444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2913293355118707444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2913293355118707444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-couple.html' title='ひだまりの詩、　Le Couple'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4212772700756422613</id><published>2009-03-16T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:59:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep tagging the wrong danny tan!</title><content type='html'>I keep tagging the wrong danny tan on my facebook!&lt;br /&gt;Its not my fault ok!&lt;br /&gt;they both look alike!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mentin both with equal amount of ego........&lt;br /&gt;same spelling&lt;br /&gt;from Malaysia......&lt;br /&gt;Both wearing blazer on their profile picture.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sb5oMDJsz9I/AAAAAAAABKw/Sl49Yjy_oRs/s1600-h/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313799166557474770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sb5oMDJsz9I/AAAAAAAABKw/Sl49Yjy_oRs/s400/danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway talking bout uncle Dan, he's gonna help me present tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay~!!!&lt;br /&gt;*big wet eyes*&lt;br /&gt;not only that......&lt;br /&gt;esther, barbie esther, finish her work on time and sent it to me before the deadline!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*warm feelings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is suddenly not so bad after all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4212772700756422613?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4212772700756422613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4212772700756422613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4212772700756422613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4212772700756422613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-tagging-wrong-danny-tan.html' title='I keep tagging the wrong danny tan!'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sb5oMDJsz9I/AAAAAAAABKw/Sl49Yjy_oRs/s72-c/danny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4754304344082626440</id><published>2009-03-16T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:37:36.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horrid me</title><content type='html'>Toxicology assignment is killing me......why did I have to lose? I hate presenting. Its not fair that Esther didn't even have to compete........But I've been complaining to every single living soul I talked to or texted. Then today, when I was compiling the assignment, because I'm a virgo and tend to be a perfectionist, I've been bugging Champion the whole day, making him correct my work for like 10 zillion times. The first time I actually sent him the wrong file...hehe. I sent him the one I haven't edited and was wondering why he was being so critical of my work. Then when he commented on something, I finally realise, shit, thats the unedited version I saved. Being a paranoid person, I always safe a file before I edit it, fearing that I might accidentally deleted an important part. Then I realise, he wasn't being critical at all! He was being very nice in fact, considering that the file I sent him was a total mess! Everyone being so polite to me made me feel very embarrassed with myself. I need to learn to be more well mannered. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z tagged me again in facebook, in a very intrusive note. Since its quite personal, I'll only post it here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hey this is fun...Copy, Paste, Answer The questions Honestly and Tag Your Friends. Share*&lt;br /&gt;*ignore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you get back with your last ex if you could?&lt;br /&gt;no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;blue. I'm always either wearing blue or pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss anyone on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;depending on how close I am to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a 'thing' for someone on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life?&lt;br /&gt;gosh, 60%? I dunno, I added a lot of random people that added me. I thought it was impolite to ignore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;2 little princesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What name would you want besides the one you have?&lt;br /&gt;none. I'm happy enough if people can actually remember the one and only name I have, yipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you ever make out with someone of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;never tried, depends, if er A, then maybe not. If er, pui yeng, maybe. I like pui yeng. She's so pretty *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;you can read it &lt;a href="http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-am-i.html?zx=6024a119861fa54f"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but the gist is, it was a really sad one? I destroyed my own 21st, by breaking up with my bf. Then went out with a stranger and came home late for my surprise party with my BE family. Half of them were asleep. I felt so bad. They even bought my favourite cake. But I felt like crying, eventhough I was smiling when I was eating that cake. Cause it reminded me of my bf. At that time, going out with that stranger seems like the perfect plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your main ringtone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;clazziquai- romeo N juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;10.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing two nights ago?&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner with Giri, got pissed with him cause he said "oh shit! please, don't you ever get fat!!". How can I prevent myself from getting fat? wouldn't it make me feel self concious all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like having your hair pulled?&lt;br /&gt;get aways from my hair *GGGggggrrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you can't wait to do.&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last time you saw your mom&lt;br /&gt;erm. The last time I went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is one thing you wish you could change about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;looking like dawn yang without having to go for all the plastic. But a less shallow wish would be, I wish I could stay happy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you had $250,000, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;erm, return my loan lo, then buy a car, pay downpayment for a house, then ask my brother on what to invest, what kinda bond I can buy.....erm, oh, or is this one of those kinda fairy tale questions? I would buy.....actually, 250k is very little nia leh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How long have you worked at your current job?&lt;br /&gt;a lifetime. Living is a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever talked to Tom?&lt;br /&gt;erm, I don't think I ever know a Tom, unless Tom is really Jian Lun's name....hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Describe the underwear you have on?&lt;br /&gt;there's a cat singing at the ass. Its a boring cotton undies. Sorry to dissapoint you. I hate lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;roti sardin. From the nose digging mamak downstairs. I've got no choice. Its all you people's fault for not asking me out to eat! *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What's your favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;august. obviously. Its Rong xin's birthday. HaHa. Nola, coz its my birthday. I found out the other day from tc that rx is also a virgo. But I dunno la when is his birthday. Not like it matters anyway. tc just seems to think that I have a thing for rx. I guess its normal. A lot of girls think that he's cute. None of my business. Just that I got reminded of it, cause tc said its cause I'm a virgo, thats why I'm a perfectionist, like rx. fyi, perfectionist doesn't mean that we're perfect. it means that we can't stand not giving our best in things that we do. redo it over and over till we're overwhelmed with exhaustion...its makes perfectionists depressed, not being able to give her best. But I always thought that virgo guys are a bit &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; erm, feminine. sorry matthew....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your least favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;March. for no particular reason whatsoever. I hate the word, the way its spelled, the way its not special in anyway. Jan is the first month, february have shorter days, april have april fool's day, may is my anniversary, June and July sounds like names for a pair of beautiful twin sisters, not to mention they mark the middle of the year. August is my bday. September is, autumn? reminds me of autumn. october is halloween, november reminds me of the beginning of school holidays, eventhough it does not apply to me now, but the love of november is still etched in my heart. december is christmas and it marks the end of another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's the last piece of clothing someone borrowed from you?&lt;br /&gt;A white scarf, that I don't want back cause she sneezed into it. people don't borrow clothes from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is getting on your nerves right now?&lt;br /&gt;barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Most visited webpage?wikipedia, google?&lt;br /&gt;my own coz people keep complaining that they didn't get the invite.sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;tc. But he didn't reply me. *sad* maybe I sms too much crap. hahahha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last person to make you Mad?&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Would you take a bullet for your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;hhmm....Is my best friend reading this? yes! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*crossing fingers*&lt;/span&gt; what? I'm scared ok! why would someone want to shoot my best friend anyway???wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite kind of drink?&lt;br /&gt;milk or carrot milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;korean or japanese. Fish and lamb especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;apple pie, chocolate cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you been to Europe?&lt;br /&gt;no....are you going to bring me? (to whoever that perasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If someone you hated died, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;who's that? you mean like CS? omg, then I'll be really freaked out. He bloody stays at my house man! Shit.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;whoops.......&lt;/s&gt;I mean, I would be very sad for him or her. ehem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4754304344082626440?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4754304344082626440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4754304344082626440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4754304344082626440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4754304344082626440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/horrid-me.html' title='horrid me'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1370592986275074962</id><published>2009-03-15T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:11:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too old for my age.</title><content type='html'>I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.everyday.com.my/promotion/2009/3/2009-MPH-Stock-Clearance-Promotion.shtml"&gt;MPH-Stock-Clearance-Promotion&lt;/a&gt; today....It wasn't that cheap. But there are a lot of books there. The whole twilight series, shopaholic, etc. But since it wasn't that cheap, the only books I bought were romance novels, to supplement the lack of it irl. I was quite embarrassed standing there among the aunties browsing through titles like mistress for a weekend or the italian prince by publishers like mills and boons, but I like romance novels, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist reading one now, eventhough I haven't even look at my toxicology assignment........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he had seem formidably masculine before, bare chested, he looked like the very essence of male virility...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely going swimming more often......nothing like a slab of 6 packs............&lt;br /&gt;should go look for a swimming partner who isn't too busy for me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1370592986275074962?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1370592986275074962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1370592986275074962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1370592986275074962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1370592986275074962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-too-old-for-my-age.html' title='I&apos;m too old for my age.'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1837094758270967149</id><published>2009-03-14T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:00:27.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about flying</title><content type='html'>Every guy either wants to be in the airforce or the army?&lt;br /&gt;why does every John Dick and Harry wants to fly?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know...cause I'm not a guy.......&lt;br /&gt;All I know is guys look smoking hot in uniforms......&lt;br /&gt;*melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my brother's blog and saw this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sbs1gXYAnpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/5LbU5z15RC4/s1600-h/yang+entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312899015560437394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sbs1gXYAnpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/5LbU5z15RC4/s400/yang+entry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was wondering what the heck is it, till I saw Sunil's msn........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.airasia.com/index.php/so-you-wanna-be-a-pilot"&gt;so-you-wanna-be-a-pilot?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ask him bout it.....and guess what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Air asia is running  competition to pick 10 lucky winners to have a chance to become a pilot!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oooo........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so ma bro wanna be a pilot eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahaha.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway enjoy the video. Sunil look so hot in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlwdpH-WYFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlwdpH-WYFI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1837094758270967149?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1837094758270967149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1837094758270967149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1837094758270967149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1837094758270967149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-about-flying.html' title='All about flying'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Sbs1gXYAnpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/5LbU5z15RC4/s72-c/yang+entry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-495467568761498169</id><published>2009-03-11T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:11:56.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperado</title><content type='html'>because I'm hungry, I'm desperate. I just added everyone that added me in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry but I don't know what to eat&lt;br /&gt;so I decided not to eat, after looking at myself looking like a whale in the ball nite pictures........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm regretting, I don't know half the people in facebook that I added....&lt;br /&gt;wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guess what guan labelled me as?&lt;br /&gt;yipin owns hot pilot.&lt;br /&gt;wth.....&lt;br /&gt;and its a principle of mine to link ppl who link me, no matter how they label me......&lt;br /&gt;so tadaa..&lt;br /&gt;there's a new addition to all things related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-495467568761498169?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/495467568761498169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=495467568761498169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/495467568761498169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/495467568761498169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/desperado.html' title='desperado'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6406049643307569506</id><published>2009-03-11T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:57:49.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is Yipin and Usagi a different person?</title><content type='html'>Does it hurt, when sometimes you read someone's blog and somehow it relates to you.....and it made you realise you've lost something precious due to indecision? Like when someone ask you "do you want that last piece of delicious succulent meat?" and you said "no" because you're too 'paiseh' to say you do? ok, thats a bad example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some people who are not that close to me, commented that I'm a different person irl. I guess I'm more reserved in person because I'm afraid of people judging me, I hate rumours about me. I like being in the background. Maybe because of this I seldom get close to people, unless they're the one who approach me first. Ok, maybe not only once, perhaps a few times, at least till I'm comfortable to reveal the real me. Probably because of this, some people may have misunderstood. But I don't think I'm that difficult to understand, perhaps a little shy, although its hard to imagine me being shy, I try not to be, but I guess its my nature to be a little shy. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind the curtain of the net, I'm more careless. I feel very comfortable revealing the real evil me here. I know its very naive of me to think that I'm safe behind such a flimsy cover, but somehow I don't really care about the virtual me. I guess its cause I find it very difficult controlling myself all the time. I need somewhere where I can be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my own opinion, I think Usagi is more real than Yipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do wish that I don't exist irl. That I'm just a person on the net. Like the gossip girl. Then I can say whatever I wish without people judging or hating me. But every dirt will sooner or later be swept out of the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that people don't take what I say so seriously. Don't judge me too severely before they get to know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6406049643307569506?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6406049643307569506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6406049643307569506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6406049643307569506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6406049643307569506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-yipin-and-usagi-different-person.html' title='why is Yipin and Usagi a different person?'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6114879156059826271</id><published>2009-03-11T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:04:16.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a fun day</title><content type='html'>I wish I could gossip, got such juicy news waiting to flow out of my mouth.......&lt;br /&gt;but I won't&lt;br /&gt;I promised I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Giri sms me today asking me if I know a girl called Eunice. Eunice is a classmate of mine that he had never met. He said he dreamt bout her.....&lt;br /&gt;he went in to buy a notepad, then saw in the notepad stories of us.......but the girl in the stories is Eunice instead of me. Its like a diary written by Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'll just tell one of the gossip.&lt;br /&gt;do you remember soya?&lt;br /&gt;well, I made him dance with Angel....during the ball nite.....&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how Angel reacted?&lt;br /&gt;She said "soya dance with me because that night my eyes are very beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if I really can't resist, I'll lock up my blog for a few days to post the rest.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;if I'm hardworking enough and if there's enough encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6114879156059826271?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6114879156059826271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6114879156059826271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6114879156059826271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6114879156059826271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-fun-day.html' title='Today is a fun day'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1208340219770249977</id><published>2009-03-10T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:02:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we could have been best of friends if not for the river of culture and mountain of language......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring cammie to the ball cause she couldn't fit into my bag, I decided to abandon her for my make ups instead = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any of the pictures, I think I'm suppose to grab them from facebook, but then the photos will be blurry and teeny. Maybe I'll just wait for them to put it in pendrives...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in class felt like a tutorial for sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;genomics is tough.&lt;br /&gt;I barely understand what the hell am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;after class, I asked wk to drop me off at malcus to collect my pay cheque.&lt;br /&gt;but he not only fetch me there, he fetch me back to my apartment too.&lt;br /&gt;he's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;But he's actually here to see B.&lt;br /&gt;but still nice, cause he made an unnecessary trip back to cheras.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I asked D and wk how they study genomics, cause I'm really scared. I have no idea what the heck am I studying. That is if I study. I didn't try before la, but the other day, in genomics test, I was copying Champ blindly. I didn't even know what I was copying!!&lt;br /&gt;Then when they replied that they don't understand either, I didn't feel so stupid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and I was so depressed cause I didn't know how to do my genomics assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1208340219770249977?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1208340219770249977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1208340219770249977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1208340219770249977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SbSMfTF-mwI/AAAAAAAABGo/fHhrMHKi-f4/s400/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1.spend more time doing things you like.&lt;br /&gt;2.make yourself feel beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;3.love yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage all that with ps, thus the superfake picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-2337449954763429464?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/2337449954763429464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=2337449954763429464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2337449954763429464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2337449954763429464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-rid-of-depression.html' title='Getting rid of depression.'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SbSMfTF-mwI/AAAAAAAABGo/fHhrMHKi-f4/s72-c/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6547619393387127861</id><published>2009-03-08T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:09:09.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhoring with Cammie</title><content type='html'>because I look horrendously fat and ugly, I don't wanna post any unphotoshopped pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the pictures I took &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310723524328170162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SbN66G_kIrI/AAAAAAAABGY/m6LBdFJbt6g/s400/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;are gorgeous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the pictures Giri took are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310723523444625986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SbN66Ds6UkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/2INQeBmrdzQ/s400/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ugly &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310724254887527474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SbN7koifRDI/AAAAAAAABGg/dnOFhdQB4PI/s400/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I can't take pictures of myself by myself, that's why all the pictures turn out ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I just wanna say that, I'm actually quite pretty, but Giri didn't capture any of my prettiness, so I look ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was a fun day out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giri saw Elaine daly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't see her cause when I was passing by her, one of her entourage was blocking my way, and I was very pissed at him and didn't notice her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when we were very very far away from her, Giri asked me "do you know elaine daly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like "yea y? is she here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he say "you passed her just now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; then I scolded him for not telling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he scolded me for being jakun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if he actually told me, I would have gotten a picture with elaine daly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so wat if we be jakun once in a while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the celebrities feel happy that someone recognizes them, we feel happy to have a photo with a celebrity, everyone is happy. what's the harm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/16955231-6547619393387127861?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6547619393387127861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6547619393387127861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6547619393387127861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6547619393387127861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/camwhoring-with-cammie.html' title='Camwhoring with Cammie'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SbN66G_kIrI/AAAAAAAABGY/m6LBdFJbt6g/s72-c/IMG_1814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1940986022988382534</id><published>2009-03-05T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:18:03.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still crazy bout Rossa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WS8E_m3e1rk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WS8E_m3e1rk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angan dekat atau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jangan datang kepadaku lagi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aku semakin tersiksa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Karena tak memilikimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ku coba jalani hari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dengan mengganti dirimu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tapi hatiku selalu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Berpihak lagi padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mengapa semua ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Terjadi kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tuhan maafkan diri ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yang tak pernah bisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Menjauh dari angan tentangnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Namun apalah daya ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bila ternyata sesungguhnya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aku terlalu cinta dia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched so many of her songs, from waaay before till now, man, her voice had become so powerful. *heart* her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1940986022988382534?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1940986022988382534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1940986022988382534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1940986022988382534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1940986022988382534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-still-crazy-bout-rossa.html' title='I&apos;m still crazy bout Rossa..'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1913855012400191775</id><published>2009-03-05T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:43:46.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinate</title><content type='html'>Anyway B and K are outside watching tv....I don't really feel like going out to disturb them. But its 9.20pm and I haven't had dinner yet. But I don't really know what to eat. Cause I'm in one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; moods. I crave for homecooked food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YIPIN, you can't continuously have cravings and food fetishes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GGggggggrrrrr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a table full of fruits, green apples, gong pear, bananas and oranges.. I've got carrots in the fridge. I love carrots, but I don't know why the carrots I bought recently taste like crap, unless I cook them. when I've got no fruits at home, I crave for them, when I do, I don't eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat scrambled eggs and bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should buy grocerries everyday......cause I keep changing my mind bout what to eat everyday...........&lt;br /&gt;Giri said that I'm fussy cause I can't eat the same thing everyday. I don't think I am. A lot of people are like that. Isn't it boring to eat the same thing everyday? I think I'll definitely lose weight if I'm fed the same thing everyday, cause I won't eat them till I'm famished. No, thats not a good idea, cause I might turn &lt;s&gt;anoeroxic.anaeroxic.&lt;/s&gt;anorexic. F. I'm a biochemistry student who can't spell anorexic. oh well, now I can. Thanks to blogging. Maybe I should blog using extremely horrendously difficult words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am I wasting time again?&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm menstruating, my hormones are mad and I've got a test tomorrow that I haven't study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will eat a carrot and onions omelete with some tiger bicuits, Is it too much? ok, maybe I'll skip the tiger biscuits. ok, maybe I'll just eat the tiger biscuits and some milk. I'm too lazy to wash the pan. If only dishes magically wash themselves. today I just washed half the toilet. Just stating this random fact so that people don't think think I'm &lt;s&gt;a sloth. fat piece of lart lying around.&lt;/s&gt; too lazy. But ok, I am a little teensy weensy bit lazy. It's difficult washing the toilet ok! and 5 people uses the toilet, why the heck am I the one washing it most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid..small cock..&lt;br /&gt;not that he pee everywhere anymore, but he did say that he never use the toilet on my side, but he does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok, no more bitching, F. A lot of people been angry at me for bitching. Not that its my fault, I was brought up listening to my granma's neighbours bitch every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bitching bout A a lot.&lt;br /&gt;feel awful now. Better be nice to her.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I think B went back to her room = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1913855012400191775?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1913855012400191775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1913855012400191775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1913855012400191775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1913855012400191775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastinate.html' title='procrastinate'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-8443177898524041597</id><published>2009-03-04T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:28:12.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bitch</title><content type='html'>I wanted to reply to a tagged note in facebook for a friend of mine.......but.......here are what my answers would be like......&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends? if yes, wats my fav colour?&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had any feelings about me good/bad?&lt;br /&gt;5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;9. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;12. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;15. What is my best attribute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.XXX&lt;br /&gt;2.yes, but I dunno.hhmm..&lt;br /&gt;3.not sure.&lt;br /&gt;4.good and bad&lt;br /&gt;5.barbie. look like one.&lt;br /&gt;6.whore&lt;br /&gt;7.bitchy bimbo&lt;br /&gt;8.erm....&lt;br /&gt;9.erm&lt;br /&gt;10.money&lt;br /&gt;11.not very well&lt;br /&gt;12.XXX&lt;br /&gt;13.erm sometimes. But I made enough people hate me already...&lt;br /&gt;14.erm I don't think you'd know me that well....&lt;br /&gt;15.earning money and talking bout earning money and how to pretend to be rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I decided not to.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-8443177898524041597?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/8443177898524041597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=8443177898524041597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8443177898524041597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8443177898524041597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m a bitch'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7349640829258539897</id><published>2009-03-03T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:24:53.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angellic day out</title><content type='html'>Ying Qi called me today, cause she was worried. Whoops....meow *big innocent eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be the hormones and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I read yesterday that, to get rid of stress, I need to make myself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause I let myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the angel that went out with us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the escalator up, she turn to me and said "how come you're so thin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so flattered I replied "really?seriously? you just made me really happy, don't lie to me now..." then she turn to B and told B, "actually I was saying ah pii" *(she can't pronounce properly) I was like -______-"""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went try on shoes........and of all the shoes in the world, she wanted to buy the same slippers as the one I'm wearing...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end she didn't cause I show her how dirty my slippers are......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when we went to try on dresses, she couldn't zip a dress cause it was at an odd angle..so we help her, when I try to zip, I accidentally touch her sweaty armpit. WTF....damn gross ok! then she tried on this bubble dress, and I told her its not very suitable cause bubble dresses make everyone look fat and stumpy. Then yek thoon said the equivalent in chinese to her...then she replied through the fitting room "yea, not suitable for fat and short people like us"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wtf..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then when we're about to go home, she made us walk from new wing to old wing just to buy the chicken chop near the cinema. and we park at the new wing............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the way home, I was sitting at the back with her, B in front with K. I was really exhausted and decided to rest my eyes a while........she called me....yipin, yipin, yipin..I ignore.....then she continue "yp, yp, yp.....you sleeping ar?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I beh tahan adi ma say "yea!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then when I went back to sleep, she started again "yp, yp, yp........" I ignored.....continue....then I ignored......but when she started poking me in the arm with her finger.....I beh tahan adi......and ask her wat she wants in a really frustrated voice.......and you  know what did she wanted to ask me? "yipin.....is my dress beautiful?" WTF!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went and bought the dress with her......everyone told her the dress looks nice on her......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, B told me that angel asked her after we just bought the dress "is my dress too sexy?what if I wear to ball night, and everyone is surprise..what will soya say?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then in the car on the way back......B asked angel, who would she like to go to the ball with....she said "soya" then she turn to me and say "who you going to the ball with? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I answered her "jian pen" cause technically I'm going to the ball with him.he's fetching me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But my date would be soya....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats why I didn't wanna mention it, cause its kinda awkward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But after that she say "you going with soya right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF, if she already knew then why? why did she have to make me feel so awkward?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then I came home and told soya that angel wants to go to the ball with him.....then I mention, how come she knew I'm going with you? I didn't really mention about it much and angel is always the last person to know anything.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then he replied "She came and ask me ma, who am I going with, so I ma say you lorrr........"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so actually I think angel wanted to ask soya to the ball nite.......but he said he'd already asked me to go with him...so thats why she doesn't like me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was that why she was being so mean to me all this while?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW the dress she bought is also a black spagetti dress....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm wearing a black spagetti dress........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and she's borrowing my scarf......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I'm gonna be wearing a scarf too.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to lead her to another colour, but black looks best on her, I think black looks nice on anyone.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and she was very worried bout too much exposed skin......so I told her I'd be wearing a scarf....then she wanted to buy a scarf.......but it was quite late already........so I told her I'd borrow her my scarf if she don't mind........&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then when I came home and think bout it, it hit me, omg, what have I done........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But its too late now......she's gonna wear white shoes with white bag.......so I'm definitely wearing black shoes..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-7349640829258539897?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/7349640829258539897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=7349640829258539897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7349640829258539897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7349640829258539897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/angellic-day-out.html' title='Angellic day out'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1927013743724639734</id><published>2009-03-02T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:18:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a vacation</title><content type='html'>I got really depressed this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;had a mini mental breakdown on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gotten into me, but I was majorly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I was just crying and crying on and off for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;But Giri was there.&lt;br /&gt;he brought me out shopping and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;and it wasn't as bad.&lt;br /&gt;and the next day I got a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;so, today, when I woke up, I thought that I would have gotten over it.&lt;br /&gt;time to start on my assignment.report.thesis.studying.&lt;br /&gt;I took the MEGA program from Wei Keong to do the sequencing assignment, installed it, and got back into my depressed state.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could just sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way back to the town in between happy town and gloom island.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the tide came in and the way back to town is obscured.&lt;br /&gt;So I called Giri.&lt;br /&gt;He's free.&lt;br /&gt;But he's in town and I'm in gloom island.&lt;br /&gt;and he needs to study for his observation.&lt;br /&gt;But he promised me he'd come rescue me from gloom island coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to Bukit Tinggi and camwhore with Cammie (the new pink camera's got a name!). Since I like my friend's valentine's photos taken there so much.&lt;br /&gt;then, he asked me to go for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go swim once in a while. Maybe like almost once per week.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't go swim anymore, I wonder why.....&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still staring blankly at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even type a single new alphabet into any school work.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my pile of things to do, my mind goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how Chu Keng feels.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be a hypocrite if I quit now.&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone that Chu Keng shouldn't quit. Its just a few more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I've only got a few more pages of thesis to do.&lt;br /&gt;A few more lab reports to hand up.&lt;br /&gt;A few more assignments.&lt;br /&gt;A few more tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;A few more tests and exams.&lt;br /&gt;But when it all adds up, I feel overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I don't want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;But this is too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking is for a few days of rest.&lt;br /&gt;Like a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be back jumping and skipping and be the real Yipin I am.&lt;br /&gt;Its not really about going on an expensive holiday nor is it really bout doing something exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Its bout having some time off by not doing or thinking bout anything.&lt;br /&gt;not having to worry constantly bout not having enough time to do things that I don't want to do but I need to.&lt;br /&gt;Just kick back, relax, read a book, do some crafts, do some stupid project, waste time...........&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't enjoy it as much once I'm done with Uni.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I would enjoy it immensely now.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching simpson's season 2. I'm planning to finish the whole simpson's series.=)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in one of the episodes, Bart was praying really hard for a miracle. And it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my miracle would come true too.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just have a few weeks off?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I would be able to hand in a better quality work.&lt;br /&gt;I know I could.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can force myself to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;But it'll just be a half assed work.&lt;br /&gt;and this is what made me so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Is this all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;force myself against my own will to do something that would only bring me half the credit that I could get?&lt;br /&gt;But actually, studying life is a lot more relaxing compared to working life right?&lt;br /&gt;Can I cope with working life in the future if I can't even cope with my studies now?&lt;br /&gt;I just know that if I can get a week off, I can do a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;this would be my miracle at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILL LAH!&lt;br /&gt;thats my current most hated word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause I've forgotten how to and I can't afford to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yipin!&lt;br /&gt;you've been playing the whole weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't really&lt;br /&gt;cause 3/4 of my mind had been filled with worry the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yipin!&lt;br /&gt;once you're done I'm sure you'll be very glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think I would really.&lt;br /&gt;cause I know I can do better, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then do better!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Not ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what would make you feel better now?&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks off.&lt;br /&gt;from stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you enjoy every weekend!&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT THE SAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I need to stop talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I need anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is hard.&lt;br /&gt;But half assed work is better than no work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAY FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;PRAY HARD THAT MY CAMPUS WOULD BURN DOWN DURING THE WEEKENDS&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'LL HAVE A FEW WEEKS OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'm sorry for those people who don't really want a break right now, cause they're in a rush to graduate. But this is my blog and this is my miracle. Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1927013743724639734?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1927013743724639734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1927013743724639734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1927013743724639734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1927013743724639734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-vacation.html' title='I want a vacation'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-91471698385329661</id><published>2009-03-01T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:05:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasant surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308230061969036866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqfHf221kI/AAAAAAAABFQ/vbkwCbn1CJI/s400/DSC05264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know how I like taking pictures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308230024446229634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqfFUEuPII/AAAAAAAABFA/kXO3MAtS1p4/s400/blurry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how they always turn out blurry.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brother bought me a new camera!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308230712833464354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqftYhB2CI/AAAAAAAABFY/hkfDvGvtiY8/s400/DSC05265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308230719488138018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqftxToGyI/AAAAAAAABFg/oYOAuq4B3mY/s400/DSC05266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And and and its pink!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308231190728073986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqgJMz-4wI/AAAAAAAABFw/G68twHesXUs/s400/DSC05269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308231200745677970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqgJyIXZJI/AAAAAAAABGA/dRQQKBiubuQ/s400/DSC05271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*can see my smiling reflection behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308231196486712738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqgJiQ8vaI/AAAAAAAABF4/vAlbA86m5NY/s400/DSC05270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a 4GB memory card!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqgkX6BnII/AAAAAAAABGI/vAiWurhl-b8/s1600-h/DSC05272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308231657562676354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqgkX6BnII/AAAAAAAABGI/vAiWurhl-b8/s400/DSC05272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can camwhore more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*big wet eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqfuBxtkGI/AAAAAAAABFo/zGvk9u-T8Gs/s1600-h/DSC05268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308230723909292130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqfuBxtkGI/AAAAAAAABFo/zGvk9u-T8Gs/s400/DSC05268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh ooohhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His friend bought him the Rossa CD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna burn it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*muahahhahaa*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqfGje5ftI/AAAAAAAABFI/qhfKUtksMEg/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308230045762420434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqfGje5ftI/AAAAAAAABFI/qhfKUtksMEg/s400/DSC05260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh, just a random lab picture.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urine sample from 3 random patients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so gross rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sem lab sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is like the 3rd week doing lab tests on urine samples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but of course I &lt;s&gt;didn't do any&lt;/s&gt; only help out during most of the tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Champion and uncle dan did most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-91471698385329661?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/91471698385329661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=91471698385329661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/91471698385329661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/91471698385329661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/03/pleasant-surprise.html' title='pleasant surprise'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaqfHf221kI/AAAAAAAABFQ/vbkwCbn1CJI/s72-c/DSC05264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3500619525729318612</id><published>2009-02-27T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:00:26.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>error 101</title><content type='html'>i hope no one read the previous post before i deleted it. I was wrong. Don't know what was i thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3500619525729318612?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3500619525729318612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3500619525729318612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3500619525729318612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3500619525729318612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/error-101.html' title='error 101'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6536490941705407603</id><published>2009-02-26T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:32:13.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get caught with a stick of balls.....weird things might happen..</title><content type='html'>I was hungry in the middle of class today, so I decided to go buy food with Z. I bought a stick of meatballs. Then when I got back to class, I got an sms from an unknown number. "walk all the way just for 1 stick? haha. enjoy". Doesn't that somehow sounded sick? doesn't matter, I finished my stick of balls on the way back to class. Is it cause I'm getting fatter? thats why people are commenting on things I eat?&lt;br /&gt;bah.....&lt;br /&gt;anyway I found out who it was from Z. She's got his number. Then Z asked me if I know him, well, I do, not personally though......so I was quite surprise he's got my number. So I replied him, how did u get my number? and he said "I already have it in year 2. Its a long story......."&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to like Z......or victoria.....I don't remember.....in year 2&lt;br /&gt;But I think he couldn't get her number then, and to make sure that it doesn't seem too obvious, he decided to get my BE family's girl's number. Z, B, me, vic, Esther (barbie)....I don't really know who he got it from, but he manage to get all our numbers and friendster account....But anyway Z didn't layan him....I guess.... and he got a girlfriend.......so we all forgotten him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still doesn't make sense why he'd sms me today......&lt;br /&gt;super duper weird......&lt;br /&gt;maybe he finally broke up with his GF and decided to go back to courting Z......&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.......I hate it when guys approach me to reach me GFs......&lt;br /&gt;Its not only insulting, its annoying.......&lt;br /&gt;maybe he needed that stick of balls more than I do.......&lt;br /&gt;man, if you like that girl, go to HER! #$%&amp;amp;*#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6536490941705407603?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6536490941705407603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6536490941705407603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6536490941705407603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6536490941705407603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-get-caught-with-stick-of.html' title='Don&apos;t get caught with a stick of balls.....weird things might happen..'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5879762737508332436</id><published>2009-02-25T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:11:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'># How not to study for clinical biochemistry and pray for a miracle</title><content type='html'>I'm in one of those moods where a hundred random thoughts run through my mind cause I can't decide what to think about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, the super power I want the most in my life is, having to be young forever.&lt;br /&gt;wait, no.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to read people's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;wait, no.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the most beautiful person in the entire universe forever.&lt;br /&gt;wait, no....&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, I won't get them anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just want people to like me. If I'm pretty, people will. If I'm young forever, I can find more friends, If I can read people's mind, I can understand them better and If they happen to think "man, I hate her" I would walk away and leave them alone. But since I can't read people's mind, I've been set to default: assume people hates you till they say that they like you.&lt;br /&gt;Not that people hate me. I think most people find me generally pleasant, its just that, I think I have this syndrome where I have a constant need to make the people that I like, like me, even if I have to be a little unlike myself. Not only, "oh, she's ok" I mean "I like her!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's a name for this disorder. I just can't put a name to it.&lt;br /&gt;so thats why I don't normally like people, cause if I do, I would need them to like me too and that would mean that I have an extra person to please. Does this make sense?&lt;br /&gt;my brother used to say "do you go to school to make enemies? - _ -" "&lt;br /&gt;of course not. Its just that, I'm very picky in picking people that I like.&lt;br /&gt;thats why I don't have a lot of best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell a lot of people a lot of things about myself, but there's only very few people who I would like to know about and please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if I lose one of them?&lt;br /&gt;I get scared and paranoid, thinking that they hate me. And if my best friends hate me, the whole world hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like I said, totally random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;btw, I stole a calculater from uni today.&lt;br /&gt;to replace Giri's calculator &lt;s&gt;that I lost.&lt;/s&gt; THAT someone from uni stole from ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, another random thought, I'm just trying to procrastinate studying for FridaY's test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, another random thought, I've been checking my mail every 2 seconds, cause thats the only thing I can think of doing.cause I've finish cheking my facebook, finish discussing bout my class trip, finish worrying bout my financial status, finish showering and washing my wet-dog-odour hair,finish pigging out on porridge I cooked, finish trying to skip rope (I trip every 2 skips), finish trying to convince Giri to come see me tmr (but he won't, cause he, actually he didn't give me an excuse on why he can't come see me. Not that he needs one.), finish reading all the blogs I'm addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's something else I need to do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that, I can't concentrate, cause there's this lil thing I've been curious bout.....and suspected for a very long time. Is 3 weeks a very long time? Giri promised this will be our next project (to solve the mystery and cure my curiousity), but he forgotten bout it the last time I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so.....&lt;br /&gt;this is how you waste precious time. By not studying!&lt;br /&gt;good luck.&lt;br /&gt;pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;and do try this at home = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5879762737508332436?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5879762737508332436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5879762737508332436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5879762737508332436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5879762737508332436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-not-to-study-for-clinical.html' title='# How not to study for clinical biochemistry and pray for a miracle'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3054216160191064729</id><published>2009-02-24T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:54:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I squeeze into my white shirt two sizes too small</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaOP7yTnt6I/AAAAAAAABEI/EKbLTJ1aYTI/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306243043251697570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaOP7yTnt6I/AAAAAAAABEI/EKbLTJ1aYTI/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo session pictures are out!!! actually I dunnno wat to comment bout it..&lt;br /&gt;I still look fat, but I manage to squeeze into the shirt! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;damn, should have ps-ed it first...&lt;br /&gt;but anyway I love this photo the most....among all the photos I've taken.....so I put it at the top = )&lt;br /&gt;from left: Z, barbie, B, moi and YT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306508719688902306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaSBkMKR5qI/AAAAAAAABEQ/e93_1J7q3WI/s400/happy+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my biochemistry family....without Miss Victoria. The guys: Dan, Champ and Andy Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306508721705987186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaSBkTrMLHI/AAAAAAAABEY/gb_Z8M2vXwU/s400/labbies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The labbies geeks = )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Champ missing from the picture, cause he was too busy being dragged away by someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306544030386912354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaShriwufGI/AAAAAAAABEw/mfbzd7gEQO0/s400/jian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306508722947718050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaSBkYTPe6I/AAAAAAAABEo/yyuxaUU1e-w/s400/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My tutorial group girls..*sigh* I'm the shortest......again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306508723765910002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaSBkbWUGfI/AAAAAAAABEg/RHM9E-FmJRE/s400/dan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and the girls with Uncle Danny......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306544037787993698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaShr-VSBmI/AAAAAAAABE4/UIgmDyVwOkw/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*muaks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**I'm waaayyy too lazy to photoshop all the pictures, but I think they turn out fine anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, I got allergic to my new face cream &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got two red...really really red patches on my cheeks &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ball nite is in 2 weeks....*sigh* all these unfortunate things only happen to me.......and I thought God is fair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe he is, just in bigger things......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But all these lil things matters!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GGRrrr... now I'm angry with HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, I will not be angry with HIM if he cure me and make me beautiful (translation: skinny and flawless complexion) before my ball.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, the other day, Giri was kissing my head and he said I smell like a wet dog -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then I asked him, what do you mean I smell like a wet dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like a dog that had just been shampooed the day before, where you can smell the shampoo but not really......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used &lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt; shampoo the last time I washed my hair.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway what do you mean I smell like a wet dog!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then he wrote on his msn that I'm gonna bitch bout him in my blog. So I did, cause he already wrongly accused me. Anyway who would say that their GF smells like a dog?? A wet dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3054216160191064729?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3054216160191064729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3054216160191064729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3054216160191064729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3054216160191064729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-i-squeeze-into-my-white-shirt-too.html' title='How I squeeze into my white shirt two sizes too small'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SaOP7yTnt6I/AAAAAAAABEI/EKbLTJ1aYTI/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3920327868805144927</id><published>2009-02-21T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:56:34.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypothetical question..</title><content type='html'>This may be a bit sensitive, I don't mean to hurt anyone, neither do I wish for anyone to try to guess who I'm talking about.. because its a hypothetical situation..characters are made up and does not exist. Just suddenly thought bout it, and wanted to hear some opinion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say you've got this friend A, who is Best friends with B but they don't really know C. D, is normally invited to party with A and B, eventhough D is not really close to A or B. All ABC and D love to gossip a LOT. They normally gossip about each other, like, lets say, only C and D went out together, they would gossip bout A and B. But A never gossips bout B, eventhough B gossips bout A a lot..One day, D gossip something bad bout B and B found out through A. So obviously D and B can't possibly party together right? (ok, maybe they can, but imho they can't). So D understood that and decided that its easier to just be with only C and let A and B continue being best friends cause she her pick is very obvious. Then, one day, C decided not to be friends with D as well! *gasp* is something wrong with D? Then, D realise that A and C are always out at the same time. She wouldn't know bout B, cause she doesn't talk to B anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing wrong with D, its just that A is cooler, so C decided to join A and B as well? But C had always been closer to D! So if D got hurt and felt like C had betrayed her, is it wrong of her? But there is also the chance that, perhaps C is not with A and B but instead with someone else. That would mean that its all D's problems that people are avoiding her! Is D just being paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'm confused myself, there's just too many alphabets, should have just used names, like Ali and beng and Chan and Donkey. Which will be even more confusing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, actually I was thinking of writing a love story last night, but I was afraid I would sound like a 50 year old menopausal aunty who doesn't get enough in the sack. no offense. Its just that I read a lot of romance novels (yes, laugh all you want, so what if I read the books that your mummy reads?) and realise that romance novel writers always just happen to be really old or really ugly, omg, am I turning into one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3920327868805144927?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3920327868805144927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3920327868805144927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3920327868805144927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3920327868805144927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/hypothetical-question.html' title='Hypothetical question..'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1957256649760330979</id><published>2009-02-21T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:05:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling horrendously unattractive.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a class BBQ party. When I was at a party, Z wanted to take a picture together. The photographer, S, took the photo, looked at me apologetically and asked "do you wanna take another one? Can see your bits in this" I was assuming my cleavage....so I said ok, then Z asked what did he say, so I told her, I think I bent too low, can see a bit of cleavage. But then he say, " no, I don't mean that, I mean your body". He meant my jiggly bits. WTF.....&lt;br /&gt;I felt damn insulted, but pretended not to notice. I've been in denial, but today, I've been officially called FAT. So I wasn't entirely enjoying myself, was feeling a lil' down after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will &lt;s&gt;exercise eat less not take notice about what people say about me anymore&lt;/s&gt; exercise a little bit from today onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist food ok! I love food, live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I hate exercise.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, until I feel prettier, I will not post any photo of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZ7sa3_i29I/AAAAAAAABEA/cVlk55mo0_I/s1600-h/DSC05241copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304937357540252626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZ7sa3_i29I/AAAAAAAABEA/cVlk55mo0_I/s400/DSC05241copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;Marley and me is coming!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so excited.................&lt;br /&gt;oh, the doggy is not marley, its Sandy, its a her. She costs RM700. 3 months old. Pure labrador retriever. Very very friendly and intelligent. Contact me if you're interested. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;If I have a house, I'd keep her.....I couldn't stop hugging her........ &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1957256649760330979?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1957256649760330979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1957256649760330979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1957256649760330979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1957256649760330979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-horrendously-unattractive.html' title='Feeling horrendously unattractive.'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZ7sa3_i29I/AAAAAAAABEA/cVlk55mo0_I/s72-c/DSC05241copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-2003704304621598186</id><published>2009-02-18T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:22:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm doing this cause &lt;s&gt;I've got no life and I'm just putting off studying for as long as I can&lt;/s&gt; its fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your Facebook Wall and then take the names of the last fifteen people who have written on your wall. If they’ve posted more than once, only use their name once and skip to the next person.This is just for fun, No Offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok, so when I got tagged for this, the first thing that I thought of was "did 15 people write on my wall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went and check and realise, wtf, they are mostly very random strangers *gasp*. ok, they're not really strangers, I know them. Just not really close to some..so I decided to do this here instead of facebook, cause most of the answers are kinda &lt;s&gt;lame&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;too cool&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;it might get people even more addicted to facebook than they already are&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;very boring&lt;/s&gt; lame... so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Loooong jie (wait, how many Os have you got in your name?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Esther Lew &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Ahmad Izzat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.FArhan Faliq&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5.Melisa Ng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6.Yang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7.Joyce Kung &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Chien yick &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Chang Mei Ling &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Ee Pei ping &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Boris Wong &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Chan Ying Qi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Looi Rong xin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Matthew Teoh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Tan Hui Ling &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the best memory you have of 9?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;erm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When’s the next time you’re gonna see 4?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't really remember who is he.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is number 8 pretty?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;his facebook photo is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your first impression of number 10?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;erm. Some things are better left unspoken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did you meet 3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;School I think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 11 your best friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you seen 5 in the last month?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yup. Accidentally bump into her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think 2 has a crush on you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;never&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you saw 12?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chinese New year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been to 1’s house?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;once&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When’s the next time you’ll see 13?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever gotten in trouble with 15?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hope not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you and number 3 talk about the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we don't talk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: Do you even know 14?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;definitely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you give number 3 a hug?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't think so...maybe, if I know him.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you in love with number 8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope. But there was a lot of rumours....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: Do you know a secret about number 13?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hehe, for me to know, for him to never find out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Describe the relationship between number 9 and number 5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They don't know each other I think, they might, I wouldn't know..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: What is the best thing about your friendship with number 7?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That we used to be in the same group in school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever danced with number 6?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;let me think.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How long have you known number 12?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know this!.....ok, I'm not sure....form 1?I think form 3 la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been in a fight with number 13?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hope not....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever wanted to punch number 15 in the face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;erm.....is she reading this? I'm just kidding......maybe not....*hohoho* now you'll never know.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Has number 1 ever met your mother?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How did you meet number 6?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my bro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you ever accidentally physically hurt number 5?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the best memory you have with number 1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;taking a picture with him with long hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you live close to 7?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;not really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Out of all 15, who do you think is the funniest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh, this is a tough one.....none..... dop!! I mean, all of them......*heh* *heh* *puppy eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is the most flirtatious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No 2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Say something nice about number 14.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;he's nice &lt;s&gt;to bully&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which one lives the farthest away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;no Idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which one do you hang out with the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2,6,12,14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: The quietest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dunno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of car does number 13 have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;RX 8? I dunno.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hhmm......but him in RX8 would be a sight to behold......MMmmmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you traveled anywhere with number 8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Genting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: If you gave number 1 $100 dollars tonight, what would they spend it on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would never give him a 100 bucks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever kissed number 7?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you really close to 3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been to the movies with 4?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would happen if you put 9 and 1 in a room together?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It will get kind aawkwaaarrdd..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you older than number 4?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;younger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you gotten “sexual” with 3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you were to go to a wedding would you take 1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;only if I get to be the girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you were crying would 12 cheer you up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yea = )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;at last, a question I can answer with 100% confidence..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you found out that 10 and 15 were going out, what would you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;erm, wouldn't matter, does not affect me in anyway watsoever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you slept in any of their beds?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6,12 and 13...hehehhehe......I'm just kidding, only 6 and 12 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Has any of them ever spent the night at your house?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who did you go to the movies with last?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;not in the list&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you flash 12?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We normally change in the same fitting room = )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: Who did you comment last?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who have you known the longest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who will you always be friends with no matter what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6, 12,14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you help 4 out in a fight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;he can take care of himself, if not, I wouldn't be of much help......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;omg, you mean I'm adopted?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q: Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s 7’s favorite color?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;red?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;erm.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you think 15 feels about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;like a sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What Language Does number 13 Speak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hokkien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is 6 going out with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know! I know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ok, I don't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What grade is 14 in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;he didn't finish primary school. Went to the army and got knock in the head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 1 single?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wouldn't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is 10s last name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;EEEeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 9?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mei Ling, would you love me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you like to tell 7 right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you going to know 3 forever?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever kissed 2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you donate an organ to save 4’s life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nope. But I hope he would to safe me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does 13 know a secret about u?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hope its not something disgusting......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is the best person on this list?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm getting my lawyer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-2003704304621598186?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/2003704304621598186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=2003704304621598186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2003704304621598186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2003704304621598186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6505360745361291799</id><published>2009-02-18T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:25:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a friend..</title><content type='html'>I was bored out of my skull today coz I refuse to do the report, tutorial questions or half done thesis that have to be done by this week. oh, yea, and I also refuse to study for the test on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to visit my new "chi mui". The guy I talked bout in &lt;a href="http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/loyalty.html"&gt;a previous post&lt;/a&gt; . Now I understand why he say girls like to treat him like a chi mui. Cause he's so bloody good at bitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, I wanted to do my report, then my line got really horrible and I couldn't do any research at all. So I decided to go to his house to &lt;s&gt;leech&lt;/s&gt; use his line. While I was on the way up to his house, I met a few not-so-close classmates, whom I'm sure will definitely misunderstand now, cause one of the guys asked sheepishly "going to visit Itchy?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there, I really wanted to do my report, but the human mind is weak. I started bitching bout Giri. wtf rite?&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to kill him when he rub his lovely perfectly romantic date on me.&lt;br /&gt;"I cooked for her, set the table with scented candle and new matching glasses.....then we went to watch a romantic movie and went to Genting to take a stroll........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said "poor thing you!" and laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double WTF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice hearing a story that makes you go "aawwww......"&lt;br /&gt;if only Giri is like that.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, thats not all, he plays the piano, guitar and I forgotten what....not that it matters.....I always get smitten by guys who plays the guitar......Giri said, he's too lazy to re-learn how to. *GGrrrrr..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having the time of my life bitching when he got a sms from the mrs...&lt;br /&gt;whoops, time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;soon he won't have time for me anymore....&lt;br /&gt;then I'll need to find another chi mui.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6505360745361291799?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6505360745361291799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6505360745361291799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6505360745361291799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6505360745361291799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-friend.html' title='I need a friend..'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1391823930688447209</id><published>2009-02-17T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:25:28.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I was using this acne cream that is finally working. Just when my face is starting to clear out, I ran out of the cream. I went to Guardian to look for it,  but the sales lady told me that they stop production due to some problems. Firtst thought was "OMG, was it poisonous?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later, my pimples came back = (&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind using poison if it actually works..&lt;br /&gt;will continue hunting for the cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1391823930688447209?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1391823930688447209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1391823930688447209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1391823930688447209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1391823930688447209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4286018379232730277</id><published>2009-02-17T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:39:46.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>omg, I've got compulsive overeating disorder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I feel stressed, I eat!&lt;br /&gt;when I eat, I grow fatter&lt;br /&gt;When I grow fatter, I feel sad&lt;br /&gt;When I feel sad, I eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4286018379232730277?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4286018379232730277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4286018379232730277&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4286018379232730277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4286018379232730277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-8699820230155871365</id><published>2009-02-15T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:11:49.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>I thought, this year would be the most perfect valentine's ever.....in my 21 years 6 months of life, I've never celebrated valentine's. There. I said it. So secretly I was wishing for something special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the various gifts I've got from my friends, including this heart shaped box of beryl's. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezqGP4cpI/AAAAAAAABD4/JYTQC2k7494/s1600-h/DSC05234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302904622065152658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezqGP4cpI/AAAAAAAABD4/JYTQC2k7494/s400/DSC05234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty dress I wanted to wear somewhere so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezp3WRidI/AAAAAAAABDw/Noaqr-DhIxI/s1600-h/DSC05218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302904618065430994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezp3WRidI/AAAAAAAABDw/Noaqr-DhIxI/s400/DSC05218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nice appetiser of tomato and bruchetta....which is french loaf with cheese and tomatoes on top.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302900143744045458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZevlbM7UZI/AAAAAAAABDA/lXsjKTD2MII/s400/DSC05211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mouth watering grilled pork belly and pork ribs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302900138574302610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZevlH8XTZI/AAAAAAAABC4/4EeYON6jW-Q/s400/DSC05210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The sweet dessert.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezphH3gBI/AAAAAAAABDo/QQ7ZWeAwm4s/s1600-h/DSC05216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302904612099424274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezphH3gBI/AAAAAAAABDo/QQ7ZWeAwm4s/s400/DSC05216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute gift we got at the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezLOS-QZI/AAAAAAAABDg/RMma_LhzMEI/s1600-h/DSC05215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302904091649655186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezLOS-QZI/AAAAAAAABDg/RMma_LhzMEI/s400/DSC05215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up and hair so perfect, I didn't even have to photoshop this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezK2S0_dI/AAAAAAAABDY/qk-DAXs-Z0Q/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302904085206597074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezK2S0_dI/AAAAAAAABDY/qk-DAXs-Z0Q/s400/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend who refuse to pose for me, so I have to take these funny shots......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezKrhb-4I/AAAAAAAABDQ/MD9jIKsbVrc/s1600-h/DSC05213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302904082315082626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezKrhb-4I/AAAAAAAABDQ/MD9jIKsbVrc/s400/DSC05213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZevlcqmSwI/AAAAAAAABDI/4clWcs8UEaI/s1600-h/DSC05212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302900144136932098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZevlcqmSwI/AAAAAAAABDI/4clWcs8UEaI/s400/DSC05212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was the nice part.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also the not so perfect part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided that, this year, cause we're both so broke, we'll just buy each other a ring.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're too broke for that too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also the time when he asked "do you want flowers?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied, "no, its ok.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he should still have right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the African daisy he bought when I was angry with him, or the red rose when I was sick..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, despite all the gifts I've gotten from my friends, I didn't get anything from him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he could have written me an IOU and I would still treasure it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner ended early. Came back to my place and drank glenfidditch. while watching harold and kumar escape from guatanoma bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it was more romantic, I would have thought that retiring early to bed, drinking something nice, watching something funny would have been the perfect thing to do to end the day.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after 4 years together, the passion seems to have run out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the one preparing the lime juice, the one asking him to go shower, and him raising his voice saying "wait, I need to ask Remy something before he goes offline!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he's reading this, he would say "why do you have to say only the bad things bout me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, he did help me dry my hair when I was so high at 2am, I suddenly needed to go wash my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, he did wash the glasses after the drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, he also woke me up at 8am cause he needed to attend his relative's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he did leave the ice and drinks in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no, these are bad things, cause when I finally woke up for real at 1pm, I got a massive migraine and still had to pour away the melted ice, put the drinks in the fridge and sat down to write this, thinking should I say I was happy or not about valentine's this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just wondering why he's always doing things 80% done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if he's so near to being perfect, why not be perfect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does he have to screw up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: cause he's a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm just a lil dissapointed, that I din't get anything to remember this year's valentine's by, that he didn't open my card, that I had spent 4 hours making, that I didn't get to see his happy face when he see the little gift I included inside,that it was just another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I was expecting too much...maybe I just didn't wanna spend time in my room, that resembles a prison cell now, maybe I just needed to escape from my life, even if its just for one day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he's right. Its cause we've got no money. 80% Giri + 20% broke + 4 years together = unpassionate couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/16955231-8699820230155871365?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/8699820230155871365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=8699820230155871365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8699820230155871365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8699820230155871365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZezqGP4cpI/AAAAAAAABD4/JYTQC2k7494/s72-c/DSC05234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-95669436651391091</id><published>2009-02-13T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:46:48.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two more today = )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZUzO2orhKI/AAAAAAAABCw/5d_F5Xh9Dyw/s72-c/DSC05209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3453011832290206639</id><published>2009-02-12T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:32:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So in love</title><content type='html'>I wanna watch sepi.....&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I like the soundtrack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I'm also in love with Rossa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lymkpapAhZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZKXfWKNEEI/AAAAAAAABCI/ZIqbAjbdCR8/s400/DSC05206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZKXfeELbeI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-emygA2EQD4/s1600-h/DSC05204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301466278270823906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SZKXfeELbeI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-emygA2EQD4/s400/DSC05204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got another valentine gift today.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess who is it from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway I handed up 3/4 of my thesis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I haven't finish it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I haven't slept more than 4 hours for 2 days already.......so I just have to hand up whatever I did, I can't take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm glad I did more than I expected to = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventhough it may not be enough for her, its enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to valentine's = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belly good is waiting for me......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/16955231-1101175745942408204?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1101175745942408204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1101175745942408204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1101175745942408204'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>Am I like the last person on the planet who had not finish her thesis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was googling what does DPPH stands for, cause, according to one senior thesis, its 2,2-diphenyl-1-picrylhydrazyl but say chye wrote 1, 1-diphenyl-2-picrylhydrazyl  and another senior wrote the same thing........so I googled it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stands for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T POST PORN HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5597578210750677254?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5597578210750677254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5597578210750677254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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inundated with tears.....&lt;br /&gt;why must botanist use such horribly difficult words?what do you call that again? BOMBASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least now I know how to use the word glabrous. e.g; "I think my ass is glabrous, but Giri say people's hair can't be glabrous. Most probably my ass is just pilose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the hardest part is finding simpler words to replace those words so that I can understand what I'm actually typing in my thesis. Not only that, I feel that I should be considerate of people who can only manage "I are here to sow you how chu lead this glaph".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4128023725430131863?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4128023725430131863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4128023725430131863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4128023725430131863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4128023725430131863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-easy-being-botanist.html' title='Its not easy being a botanist'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-8883719255214622020</id><published>2009-02-08T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:10:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send me a miracle</title><content type='html'>I feel like saying something&lt;br /&gt;but I'm afraid that things that I say might be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;So best to keep it at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been out the whole day today....&lt;br /&gt;but I still feel like staying out&lt;br /&gt;Its not fun being home, cause then, I'd have to do my thesis.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was out for a drink just now, my friend was toying with the idea of drinking the night away, *sigh* wish he didn't though......cause I really feel like it now......&lt;br /&gt;at least then, I won't have to do my thesis.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my thesis, the one that is suppose to be the most important and interesting part of my degree, is boring to me, how would the examiner marking my thesis feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-8883719255214622020?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/8883719255214622020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=8883719255214622020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8883719255214622020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8883719255214622020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/send-me-miracle.html' title='Send me a miracle'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4968383674545448862</id><published>2009-02-06T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:11:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hhmm</title><content type='html'>symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;Its 3.03am I suddenly felt really scared..and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diagnosis:&lt;br /&gt;extreme paranoia due to stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended immediate relieve of symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;Consumption of alcohol till unconcious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long term treatment:&lt;br /&gt;complete the idiotic %^&amp;amp;*#$% degree and learn to relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4968383674545448862?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4968383674545448862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4968383674545448862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4968383674545448862'/><link 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involved.........&lt;br /&gt;Just the company.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this problem, I like being in the company of guys more than girls......&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why......I think it's something primal....basic biological preference.......&lt;br /&gt;Guys make me feel great bout myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't get a lot of guy friends.......&lt;br /&gt;so when a guy that I "click" with comes along......&lt;br /&gt;who also happen to have a girlfriend (somehow, this fact makes it more ok for me to go out with him, when they're single, things tend to get a lil complicated)&lt;br /&gt;I grow clingy to that guy....&lt;br /&gt;not in a sexual way......not in a loving way.....but I enjoy being with him.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've known him for years!&lt;br /&gt;And when he can't find the time to go out with me, it sort of hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean that I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I still love Giri.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not cheating right?&lt;br /&gt;If not, Giri can kill Jian Lun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm not talking bout Jian Lun.&lt;br /&gt;Just that recently, I've found someone like Jian Lun.&lt;br /&gt;And, today, when I'm out having dinner with him, Victoria saw us...*Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to hide my face.....cause I don't want rumours to spread.....not that there's anything to hide...........&lt;br /&gt;But she saw us anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid friend who likes people talking bout him, was having the time of his life pretending to be "dating" me -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;he sat closer, gave me some food "try la yipin", etc...&lt;br /&gt;then when Mis V ask "eh, how come you didn't go to Chung Onn's party?"&lt;br /&gt;he replied "cause I'm dating Yi Pin ar!"&lt;br /&gt;I immediately turn around and told Mis V, "he's too broke to go to Chung Onn's party"&lt;br /&gt;then turn back to him and glared at him....&lt;br /&gt;he stuck his tongue out at me - _________ -!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but in the end he told Mis V anyway that yea, its true, he's too broke to attend CO's party.....&lt;br /&gt;*wipes sweat off forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, since Mis V was sitting just a seat away, I thought I should say something to her...so I asked how come she's here alone.......(we were at carrefour, cause it was raining and its sort of a habit to eat indoor when its raining....)....she said she was there to buy ingredients to make soup for wen see....then I asked her how come she's eating now, when she's gonna go home and cook later?and she said she eats at every hour...then it got really awkward cause I dunno whether to continue talking to her or not......I decided not to, cause we don't really talk anymore after that little incident.....and I let myself ignore her......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm explaining all this cause, my image is already bad, I don't wanna further jeopardize it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3676212324670618142?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3676212324670618142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3676212324670618142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3676212324670618142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3676212324670618142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/loyalty.html' title='Loyalty'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3739497659660861570</id><published>2009-02-04T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:59:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obscene post</title><content type='html'>I was shopping online the other day, then I came across this site &lt;a href="http://alolitasdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;a lolita's diary&lt;/a&gt;....Its a blogshop that sells lingerie......I thought I'd go take a look just for fun, maybe there's like La Senza for half price....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the lingerie they sell so obscene.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I told Giri bout it and he asked me to post it on my blog. So I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298971714801879202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYm6sw-byKI/AAAAAAAABCA/u60kQ-u-7bo/s400/Rhino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/16955231-3739497659660861570?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3739497659660861570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3739497659660861570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3739497659660861570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3739497659660861570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/obscene-post.html' title='Obscene post'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYm6sw-byKI/AAAAAAAABCA/u60kQ-u-7bo/s72-c/Rhino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5854777575225116934</id><published>2009-02-04T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:59:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny is sad</title><content type='html'>was messaging everyone for dinner&lt;br /&gt;sigh~!&lt;br /&gt;but no one was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, I'll just go dinner meself....&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after I changed, then I realised I lost my keys&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo hooo hooooo&lt;br /&gt;cried pitifully&lt;br /&gt;change back and cook maggi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5854777575225116934?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5854777575225116934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5854777575225116934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5854777575225116934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5854777575225116934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/bunny-is-sad.html' title='bunny is sad'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1471292661209104017</id><published>2009-02-03T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:07:23.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to wear a paper bag to class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just receive my first valentine gift of the year.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYhqoJpvFTI/AAAAAAAABB4/hYbTK0i-M74/s1600-h/DSC05196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298602199619671346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYhqoJpvFTI/AAAAAAAABB4/hYbTK0i-M74/s400/DSC05196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jealous not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYhqn08LdnI/AAAAAAAABBw/ZjhZahmP9EM/s1600-h/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298602194059884146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYhqn08LdnI/AAAAAAAABBw/ZjhZahmP9EM/s400/DSC05195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Don't Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its from victoria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was so embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't know what to say to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;does this mean I need to return a valentine's gift to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hhmm..&lt;/span&gt;&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/16955231-1471292661209104017?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1471292661209104017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1471292661209104017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1471292661209104017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1471292661209104017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-wear-paper-bag-to-class.html' title='I need to wear a paper bag to class'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYhqoJpvFTI/AAAAAAAABB4/hYbTK0i-M74/s72-c/DSC05196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7337624431382109367</id><published>2009-02-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:33:42.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's special = )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYWkkXdnSCI/AAAAAAAABBo/RYqTuRRuzVw/s1600-h/vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297821481351727138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYWkkXdnSCI/AAAAAAAABBo/RYqTuRRuzVw/s400/vday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/16955231-7337624431382109367?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/7337624431382109367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=7337624431382109367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7337624431382109367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7337624431382109367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-special.html' title='valentine&apos;s special = )'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYWkkXdnSCI/AAAAAAAABBo/RYqTuRRuzVw/s72-c/vday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1495531220954396921</id><published>2009-01-31T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:57:28.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good things don't all come together.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYPxXZSo0iI/AAAAAAAABBg/Rc2hSwX294s/s1600-h/thumbnailCAPVGUM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297342970946179618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYPxXZSo0iI/AAAAAAAABBg/Rc2hSwX294s/s200/thumbnailCAPVGUM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my generation had been fed with too much disney crap. At 21, I'm already cringing at the sound of another disney song...and in every disney show, not unlike Bollywood shows, there have to be a song! It plays when the ugly/fat/loser/bum is turning into the pretty/gorgeous/champion/responsible person that she/he is destined to be.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ever since I started hating disney songs, for no apparent reason, I'll go "oh, hey, look, they're playing the disney song" at every single disney show that I watch, much to the annoyance of everyone, especially people who still believe that they are long lost princesses that will one day be rescued by their prince...or princes that still believe that there are people who can feel a pea under 20 layers of mattresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do you mean thats not a disney show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, fine, I'm starting to hate fairytales too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause they don't happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to be cynical, I'm just bored......cause I just finished my Septimus Heap book one, magyk. yet another disney-like book..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're so bored, why not go do your thesis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I'm still a bum, waiting for my disney song to play.....so I can turn into a beautiful princess that finishes all her work immaculately who at long last found her super rich other half thats not only handsome and smart, but kind and gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm handsome and will be rich one day. and I like dogs. GO DO YOUR WORK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"GIRI! you're no fun at all!"&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/16955231-1495531220954396921?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1495531220954396921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1495531220954396921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1495531220954396921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1495531220954396921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-things-dont-all-come-together.html' title='good things don&apos;t all come together.......'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SYPxXZSo0iI/AAAAAAAABBg/Rc2hSwX294s/s72-c/thumbnailCAPVGUM3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4244433309622323831</id><published>2009-01-29T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:59:04.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY is not my thing</title><content type='html'>but this year its not that bad. was only stuck for a day with my aunt. made my own steamboat with giri.got giri to do everything cause its chinese new year and being indian, he's got no right to argue with a chinese.its a superstition!I swear...oh, and I got 2 months worth of rent from ang pau = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that chinese new year is over, and after getting influenced by stickgal, I'm looking forward to valentine's = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 more days!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause valentine's is when the girls got all the presents =)&lt;br /&gt;its true!&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4244433309622323831?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4244433309622323831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4244433309622323831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4244433309622323831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4244433309622323831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-is-not-my-thing.html' title='CNY is not my thing'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5235123399375234074</id><published>2009-01-23T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:44:09.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of why bunnies should have 9 lives</title><content type='html'>earlier this week, I almost lost one life, by messing with Victoria. But being the nice person that I am, I took down the post. Ok, fine, it was cause I'm a coward, I'm too young to die. But I still receive some credit right?&lt;br /&gt;last night, I was suppose to be rushing for my thesis, cause Dr Soon suddenly asked for it!&lt;br /&gt;"I want you all to pass up chapter 1, 2 and 3 by tomorrow before 5!"&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't rush, instead I watched "THE SIMPSONssss....."&lt;br /&gt;by 2pm today, I panicked, she wanted 30 pages. I got 4 pages.&lt;br /&gt;ok........&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm&lt;br /&gt;by 4pm I got 22 pages of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;by 4.15, I decided to hand up 7 pages of not so rubbish instead of 22 pages of total rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;hhmm....&lt;br /&gt;do you think she will hate me?&lt;br /&gt;man, I feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;oh, well......&lt;br /&gt;anyway will be going to my aunt's house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I think most probably I will use up about 3 lives there.....&lt;br /&gt;1 for the nagging, most probably will make me die of boredome&lt;br /&gt;2 for the accusation or things I've never done, will most probably make me suicidal for being stupid enough to volunteer to help her out&lt;br /&gt;3 for accidents involving food, either during preparation or consumption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in a week I can use up about 5 lives. Maybe more, but I've been lucky this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got this friend who invited me to go to penang together with the half of the class that I never mixed with or talked to before I did my FYP. They are really nice people, but I'm from the wrong half of the class, so most probably most people from the half won't really have anything to talk to me about. I'm sorry if I confuse you. Actually its just that I don't know these people, well, I know them, but not close to. But when he asked, it sounded like fun, and I was actually looking forward to it. Then he told me today that he's too lazy to go, but I can still go with the rest of them. = (&lt;br /&gt;of course I said, its ok, I wasn't that interested to go anyway...cause he was my only link to them. well, not really la, but if he don't go means my invitation is invalid. right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am I ranting bout.......&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I'm really upset. I was looking forward to going on a trip. No matter what trip.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;all the family obligations, the empty house...&lt;br /&gt;and this year, to add to my loathing, I have to do my thesis during chinese new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5235123399375234074?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5235123399375234074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5235123399375234074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5235123399375234074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5235123399375234074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-why-bunnies-should-have-9.html' title='The story of why bunnies should have 9 lives'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-867589722132929613</id><published>2009-01-20T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:32:42.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>was having a bad day till like 5 seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause I missed my swimming cause I overslept&lt;br /&gt;or maybe cause I know that I finally have to start doing my final year project&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, I was feeling rather dejected....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 5 seconds ago, victoria posted a new msn personal messgage..&lt;br /&gt;"bitch, I dun tink I'm showing off o something. Just simply find a topic to chat. I just neva tink of that"&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, her finding out what I think of her make me glad...&lt;br /&gt;at last she knows, without me telling her......which I would never do, cause I've got no balls, don't worry, I've got no dick either.....eventhough I ate a lot of prawn balls just now for dinner.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-867589722132929613?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/867589722132929613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=867589722132929613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/867589722132929613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/867589722132929613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day.html' title='my day'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-926087134885839689</id><published>2009-01-19T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:18:19.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utar Ball 2009</title><content type='html'>In form 5, I went to prom with a group of girls wearing a black halter dress&lt;br /&gt;In form 6, I went to prom with a group of girls wearing a black halter dress&lt;br /&gt;In the first year of University, I went to prom with a group of girls wearing the same black halter dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my final year in University, my final ball nite.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the ball with the girls again?&lt;br /&gt;well, at least I bought a new dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen See said "wouldn't it be nice to have a date for prom?"&lt;br /&gt;yea, I think it would, thats why the first thing I asked her was "Can I bring Giri along?"&lt;br /&gt;who knows that even after having a boy friend I'll still have to go to prom dateless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop, before I make myself sound even more pathetic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-926087134885839689?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/926087134885839689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=926087134885839689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/926087134885839689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/926087134885839689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/utar-ball-2009.html' title='Utar Ball 2009'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4352072566304668552</id><published>2009-01-19T14:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:31:20.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brag</title><content type='html'>everyone likes bragging once in a while....&lt;br /&gt;but NOT Victoria..she's the haughtiest person I've ever met..she live to brag..so I try not to be alone with her, cause I'm not sure if I can keep my eyes from rolling out of my head if I am....&lt;br /&gt;but today, like any other day, I'm just as unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;everyone either needs to go to lab, see a lecturer, facial or go to the national library...&lt;br /&gt;ALL.....except VICTORIA&lt;br /&gt;I was hangingout at the exit of the hall still hoping there'd be other people going back to MU (in case you don't know, thats where I stay. Melati Utama, MU.)&lt;br /&gt;BUT alas, its just me and VICTORIA&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it can't be &lt;em&gt;tha&lt;/em&gt;t bad....&lt;br /&gt;we were walking together and I try to speak as little as possible cause I know I won't be able to keep the sarcasm out of my voice and I really don't want to offend her&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows one should not mess with Lucifer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she was talking and talking I dunno about what, then suddenly she spoke a little louder "anyway, I'm very happy! my dad bought me a HUGE present for my birthday"&lt;br /&gt;I hope its a toilet bowl..&lt;br /&gt;but anyway I replied "oh?thats nice"&lt;br /&gt;and I could see the dissapointment in her face cause I didn't ask excitedly "oh my god, what is it? tell me, oh tell me &lt;em&gt;pulezzzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;......"&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we were waiting at the taxi stand and suddenly tau ciunn drove up, then victoria asked me "what car is tau ciunn driving? is it a wira aeroback?"&lt;br /&gt;I know a car got 4 wheels. period.&lt;br /&gt;and technically thats wrong cause most cars have 5, if you count the spare.&lt;br /&gt;ok, fine, tyres&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats not the point&lt;br /&gt;I replied "I dunno, does it matter?"&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was gonna bitch bout tau ciunn&lt;br /&gt;thats what she do, bitch bout guys that I recently gotten close to...&lt;br /&gt;not only to me la, to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly she said "oh,cause thats what my dad bought me for my birthday. Its waiting for me back at home"&lt;br /&gt;I was surprise I didn't walk away.....&lt;br /&gt;ok, its only cause I'm broke and can't afford to take cab home without sharing the cost&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I wish I'm Melissa Loke. Then I'll shove my new 5 series beemer up her ass.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4352072566304668552?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4352072566304668552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4352072566304668552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4352072566304668552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4352072566304668552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/brag.html' title='brag'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7182606715923637307</id><published>2009-01-16T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:59:20.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala.....wasting time</title><content type='html'>In response to &lt;a href="http://stacey-heng.blogspot.com/"&gt;kah wei's&lt;/a&gt; latest post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think life is fair, everyone have their assets, its just that sometimes the assets we possess is not the ones we want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when in doubt, close your eyes and jump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But if the people are really awful, and its MY life anyway, I won't waste my life liking them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because No one takes me seriously, thats why I need to take myself seriously!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I've got no credit cards!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only if there are benefits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But its embarrasing..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I've never even met Him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I've gotten my first paycheck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to forget the embarrasing past, but its still screwing up my present whenever I meet anyone from the past&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;childless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yea, totally cooler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok, I don't get this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zzzz.. whoops, too calm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that would be my nose, adipose tissues, homework, thesis..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is already too late, cause we're passing our teens and with age comes responsibility that can't be ignored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unless you're too short and blind to be an air stewardess, too ugly and short to be a model, too talentless to be a movie star, and can't sing to earn a million bucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but then what about the special days? its like, if there are no ugly people in the world, there won't be pretty people either&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;because I'm only 22 this year, I've decided to stop reading at 22, and also cause I need to use the toilet. Hehe..&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/16955231-7182606715923637307?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/7182606715923637307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=7182606715923637307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7182606715923637307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7182606715923637307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalawasting-time.html' title='lala.....wasting time'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-2419943910482154907</id><published>2009-01-15T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:28:23.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashopaholicsden is giving away AliceWonders.com bag for free!</title><content type='html'>AliceWonders.com has just launched its range of designer inspired bags, and the lucky readers of &lt;a href="http://ashopaholicsden.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ashopaholicsden.com&lt;/a&gt; will get chance to win a limited edition bag from “Miss Monster” series worth RM135 for free! To view the bag, you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.alicewonders.com/products.php?cat=33" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.alicewonders.com/products.php?cat=33&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What readers have to do is:&lt;br /&gt;1.Create a new post in their blog with the title: “Ashopaholicsden is giving away AliceWonders.com bag for free!”&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the following question: Where is the bag in the picture inspired from?&lt;br /&gt;3. Complete this slogan: Me needs a designer inspired bag from AliceWonders.com because....&lt;br /&gt;4. Link your blog back to &lt;a href="http://ashopaholicsden.com/"&gt;http://ashopaholicsden.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashopaholicsden.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2997397147_42bb92afe7_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Email &lt;a href="mailto:ashopaholicsden@gmail.com"&gt;ashopaholicsden@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; to notify your posts&lt;br /&gt;Hurry now! The contest ends 31st Jan 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so because I'm so poor......&lt;br /&gt;and all I have to do is say the miss monster bag series is inspired from Marc Jacobs and "me needs a designer inspired bag from AliceWonders.com because me got no bag to bring to school and what better bag there is than one that screams A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E"&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to join this contest and cross my fingers and pray hard that I'd win eventhough I've never won anything in my entire 21 years and 5 months of life&lt;br /&gt;but if any of you wish to buy me this bag, I wouldn't mind it either : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-2419943910482154907?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/2419943910482154907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=2419943910482154907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2419943910482154907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2419943910482154907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/ashopaholicsden-is-giving-away.html' title='Ashopaholicsden is giving away AliceWonders.com bag for free!'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3802219388024032756</id><published>2009-01-12T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:23:55.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long update</title><content type='html'>christmas is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;new year had passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class starts tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I haven't even started on my thesis yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm broke and loan is not in yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I did get a job.....vanish girl.haha.with air wick girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290307088445510466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SWryRIeGk0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/8-APxmOCfbo/s400/20090103784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she sort of remind me of mei choo....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate working in Jusco....sort of make me feel like a fertile bitch among a pack of horny dogs...yea, thats really how desperate the workers there are!I swear..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the first time one of the workers there asked for my number when I was working, I was quite pleased with myself.....great ego boost.But after the Janitor started staring at me everytime he pass me......I feel really freaked out........cause I finally realised, its not cause I'm pretty, its cause I'm a young female......so they all got wild......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I didn't sign the stupid contract........*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but its ok, everytime I finish work, air wick girl will walk with me ; )love her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, there's this lady guard that takes care of the staff entrance that really hates me.....I dunno what the heck is her problem. Maybe she was the fertile bitch before I got there, so she's sort of jealous of me.......but I doubt it, she can put a hippopotamus down......most prob most of the scrawny guys there won't have the balls to mess with her....maybe thats why she's such a bitter person.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway.....the first day I got there, I was superbly blur.....I dunno what the heck I was suppose to do, who I'm suppose to see, where I'm suppose to get my stuff etc..and I asked her and the first thing she asked me to do was to tie up my hair in the most ah po way possible or she wouldn't talk to me...................................wtf?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't know what to do, cause I got this bandana that I'm suppose to use, so I thought I would be excused from the stupid bun with netting.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so whatever, I thought she was crazy, went and look for someone else, then I found air wick girl :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then got the sample, found the place to put up the booth, but where the heck is the booth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we went asked everyone but no one would help us.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not to be racist, but thats the problem with malays.....they don't care to know bout anything, too lazy to or too stupid to.....and no one cared&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but air wick found the booths......dunno how, I think cause she knows how to speak chinese and apparently all the aunty promoters there can only speak chinese........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*thinking to self:what had I gotten myself into*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its either you deal with the promoters who can only speak chinese, or the brainless malays who know nothing.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so air wick girl was my hero :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then I realise air wick got a promoter pass that I don't..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the beer promoter told me I need get it from the brainless malay lady guard that hates me the moment she saw me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so beer promoter went and buy the netting to bun up my hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so that brainless hippo would talk to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally got the promoter pass and she wanted make me buy a new pair of shoes but she said she's let me off that day........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so I did, buy another pair of shoe......but never wore it.....always wore that half covered shoe that I was not allowed to wear but no one cares anyway other than that crazy bitch that is so against me she just have to find every single fault with me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, she complained that my 2cm long nails is too long........yea, I might accidentally stab someone with it?wtf I left school years 3 yrs ago man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haih, talk bout happier things laaa......................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went eat at rakuzen in ss 15 yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;loke's parents belanja.......so delicious.............I've eaten a whole year worth of fish last nite.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so happy......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and met up with ching yee and ying qi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ying qi gave me back the scarf I left at her house a year ago......hehe.....and something else that is sitting beside chi chi now on top of my books&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290315686600971170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SWr6FnGHE6I/AAAAAAAABAA/yWSrc7lRQzU/s400/DSC05184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;oh, anyway I went visit Giri's mom.......and she's taking care of this super adorable baby....&lt;br /&gt;the first baby that I ever picked up....&lt;br /&gt;what?I'm the youngest in my family ok!and everyone was too afraid to let me pick up their baby cause I'm a very clumsy person.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290315689834764898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SWr6FzJG2mI/AAAAAAAABAI/kqcOhlsHeJc/s400/DSC05175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;she's got grey eyes......her name is wan ning.......I keep calling her han ning........Joyce's chinese name if I remember correctly...then her brother wei hong, who is 4 I think, keep correcting me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually I hate babies....they're smelly and annoying.....&lt;s&gt;cause I'm suppose to be the baby! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;but the kids are really adorable....&lt;br /&gt;so I've actually developed a new found fondness for kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can't really blame me for hating kids before, all my cousins are the brattiest of brats!&lt;br /&gt;they're spoilt and rude.......all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, loke is having his annual open house next sunday........&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working = (&lt;br /&gt;like the year before and the year before that.......&lt;br /&gt;but I'll still be looking forward to it......&lt;br /&gt;the food......*drools*&lt;br /&gt;the ang pau *drools even more*&lt;br /&gt;*can't stop drooling..*&lt;br /&gt;*brain is shutting down*&lt;br /&gt;*bye*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3802219388024032756?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3802219388024032756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3802219388024032756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3802219388024032756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3802219388024032756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-update.html' title='long update'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SWryRIeGk0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/8-APxmOCfbo/s72-c/20090103784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7395409849879666808</id><published>2008-12-20T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:28:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinkybluefairy.net/"&gt;Joyce the Kinky blue fairy&lt;/a&gt; said :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I just feel that as long as you do good unto others, reflect and nurture yourself… and be a good person because you believe in the act of it, and not out of fearI don’t see how wrong one’s life can steer(And i do believe in God. Thing is, i believe in the other Gods too … )&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;never said it better myself. thats exactly how I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway went out shopping with Ying Qi.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went pyramid from like 10+ till 7+ or 6+ don't really remember..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea, I know, how can anyone shop so long in one place?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we were just trying and trying on all the clothes that look really nice on the hangers but hangs really really awfully off ourselves. I only bought a bag and ying qi a dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ying qi's dress was 70% off and my bag 50% off which is the only reason why we bought it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, we saw Elaine Yu in pyramid, actually ying qi saw her, then she told me and I look away quickly and I asked ying qi if she wants to go say hi but we both decided not to. cause you see.....we're really not the kinda people that like small talk with friends that we hadn't keep in touch with for so long. There's that, "Oh hi!! (really cheerful hi to hide the awkwardness) how are you!! what had you been doing?" she will then reply and repeat the same questions, then awkward silence before someone finally think of a way to say bye without being rude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, I'm exagerating(double x? double G? whatever.......who cares bout my spelling, I passed my MUET. Leave me alone!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway I was really really tired after shopping for so long and convince ying qi to go have some deserts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we went to papa toast and there was this really really really REALLY cheerful waiter there that asked us whether we're ready to order 3 times. But when we're finally ready to order, another waiter took our orders but the overly excited waiter stood behind him and smile broadly. I was feeling a lil weirded out.. then ying qi said she wanna go to the toilet. So I sat there alone and no one came to disturb me. But when ying qi came back, the overly excited waiter keep throwing funny looks at our table, I try to ignore it, but its really distracting, I can't stand it when I know someone is looking.....I told ying qi bout it but she said ignore it, so I did, cause I'm too tired to be bothered anymore......after I finish my tong yuen in soyabean milk, I went to the toilet, and said to ying qi "maybe he'll come over and ask for your number when I'm gone" and she gave me a dirty look...hehe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but if he really did, I'm sure if he did she won't tell me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we decided to make our way to bangsar for the &lt;a href="http://ashopaholicsden.com/2008/12/celebrate-this-christmas-at-fleur-de.html"&gt;fleur de lis&lt;/a&gt; event.....we were so shocked to see so many people there!! and Ying qi spotted Jan and we asked at the same time "what are you doing here!" cause its like a females only christmas party in there. and he replied "I organized the event." wtf.....apparently he's the co-owner of &lt;a href="http://shirts4real.com/"&gt;shirts 4 real&lt;/a&gt;. So I asked shamelessly "then can't you like give us some dresses for free or some shoes...." and I went on and on until he finally said " actually you guys are late, so I ran out of goodie bags but I'll see what I can find...and he came out with a clinique bag and I got so excited bout it, but theres only an old copy of seventeen some small sample of stuff and erm I don't remember. But was still happy nonetheless cause got free stuff.......muahahaha....I'm so aunty.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought a dress for RM45 and ying qi bought another dress for only RM 30!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so cheap rite!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we saw so many people there, its like the whole subang and pj is there....I didn't really wanna see anyone actually.......I'm sure I look like crap being out the whole day........but then Julie Kuan saw me and yelled " YiPin, YiPin, YiPin!!" I was surprised not cause I saw her there but cause she actually remembered my name........cause you see, I'm always (not that close) friends with people who are "It-girls/guys" but never one....I just dissapear into the walls...so yea, anyway I panicked and drag ying qi to tell her julie is here........hehe....and ying qi did the cheerful hi! who else is here thing..and she named wuen yar, waiteng, dunno who dunno who dunno who....and I'm saved ^_^ and before I knew it we were dissapearing into the crowd....fuh~! save.....(don't go omg yipin, u're an antisocial! I'm just not in the mood at the moment). I saw a form 6 friend, melisa there as well, but ying qi was dragging me (thank God) so I just said hi really cheerfully and left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, what are all the rich people doing there? Isnt it suppose to be sort of a bazaar thing where everything is cheap? if you can afford burberry what the heck are you doing there!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh...but anyway I love shoppping too much to care bout the crowd.......I'm a girl after all...*looks into pants to check* yup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm actually thinking of going again maybe Sunday......I'm too tired to do anything today.....maybe I should start on my IOU card to Giri for christmas cause I'm too &lt;s&gt;cheap&lt;/s&gt; broke to buy him anything..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what about your FYP? what? oh, that........erm, I'll think bout it on monday....&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/16955231-7395409849879666808?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/7395409849879666808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=7395409849879666808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7395409849879666808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7395409849879666808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/12/it.html' title='IT'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3893884543922837908</id><published>2008-12-13T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:58:01.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurdity</title><content type='html'>Friend 1: You look smaller today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling rather flattered, wondering to myself "did I lose weight without realising it? Eventhough I've been pigging out on pizza the whole week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: really? why do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Its the lab coat laaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ignored them and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 telling friend 2 : I think she forgot her push-up today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back and exclaimed " you were talking bout my boobs??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: yeala, abo then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear push ups everyday ok!&lt;br /&gt;Its just that most of my bras are padded, not that I add padding into them&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; flat chested, I don't feel that I need padding, its just that its more comfy with padding...&lt;br /&gt;And I happen to be wearing a slightly too tight bra that day...........&lt;br /&gt;so thats why its slightly smaller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway its just wrong ok!&lt;br /&gt;Its utterly absurd that anyone is able to notice the size of my boobs in different bras!&lt;br /&gt;unless they were staring at my boobs everyday! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking, talking, commenting, make fun of, or anything at all about my boobs!&lt;br /&gt;I think my boobs are nice ok!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its too small........or big enough to be commentable on...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so leave my tits alone ok!&lt;br /&gt;*unless u've got nice comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3893884543922837908?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3893884543922837908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3893884543922837908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3893884543922837908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3893884543922837908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/12/absurdity.html' title='Absurdity'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5120724771820955269</id><published>2008-12-13T14:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:25:35.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorableu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;It's that time of the year again~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;wishlist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A wide cinch belt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279168685506890402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNf8wEBCqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PeCEXS1titc/s400/wide+belt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A blue pair of shorts with satin ribbon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279168688786977842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNf88SDNDI/AAAAAAAAA_o/l-xNuPat2pE/s400/shorts+with+ribbon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A red dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279168683200714834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNf8neLmFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/PozWdz-HL_w/s400/red+simple+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A kimono top&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279167680951382274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNfCRzUcQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/hkDx1kmMGb0/s400/pink+kimono+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or a Kimono dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279164944505240546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNci_vt--I/AAAAAAAAA9o/TZOox8GxgPo/s400/black+kimono+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pink ballerina flats&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279167680237845538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNfCPJMvCI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/vfZU8k-zqFM/s400/pink+ballet+flats" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pinafore dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279165854101041362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNdX8QQcNI/AAAAAAAAA-o/-zQI90XFNKI/s400/high+waisted+pinafore+skirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279165842966127410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNdXSxfIzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/b4ZVlc099jE/s400/grey+pinafore+dress" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279167676892234066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNfCCriwVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/3dws0PxVdbU/s400/pinafore+dress.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Perfect pair of chunky heels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279167243687164306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNeo03Z-ZI/AAAAAAAAA_A/KMf6DaKa5hw/s400/perfect+heels" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A new bag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279167234514143026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNeoSsYxzI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ScSKvhEmS7Y/s400/nice+purple+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Long cardigan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279167226943476770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNen2fZlCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/0O-79XZ0uiM/s400/long+cardi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eyelet dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279165834045012274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNdWxihuTI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/kyojgNWCD40/s400/eyelet+lace+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A new swimsuit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279165485999189394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNdCg977ZI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/nvyXNUetSUY/s400/cute+swimsuit+rm55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clutch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279165488722387298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNdCrHMoWI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Y9lYjrwHLe8/s400/clutch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peasant blouse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279165484565503602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNdCboHnnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/MfWLcTpM1yQ/s400/casual+kimono+style+top.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A flowy tube top&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279164961967047650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNckAy8A-I/AAAAAAAAA94/wCZpSuejR6c/s400/black+tube+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;short skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279164955349938898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNcjoJS8tI/AAAAAAAAA9w/TWMPJbzAq6g/s400/black+miniskirt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;less than 20 items!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;make me happy ^_^&lt;/span&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/16955231-5120724771820955269?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5120724771820955269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5120724771820955269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5120724771820955269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5120724771820955269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/12/adorableu.html' title='Adorableu'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SUNf8wEBCqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PeCEXS1titc/s72-c/wide+belt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-8451510894829212957</id><published>2008-12-10T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:25:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off....</title><content type='html'>got a call for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; fair job, then she said "oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;" when I told her I can't understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if I can't speak mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I can speak fluent English and Malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she only spoke mandarin all her life, most probably failed miserably in all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she actually said "I is calling from the PC fair, I need people to work PC fair, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just jealous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I CAN understand basic mandarin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cantonese&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt; and am fairly fluent in English Malay and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;! far from jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt; that you can't speak your mother tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The various definitions of mother tongue as defined by dictionary.com are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the language first learned by a person; native language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One's native language. A parent language. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As both my parents are English educated, the first language I learn was English. So English is my mother tongue. Do I speak and understand English? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is Hokkien, Do I understand and speak Hokkien? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I went oogle at some photos of the Port Dickson trip that my friend posted up, cause everyone was ooohhing and aaahhhing at Rong Xing's body.......8 packs? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best photo of him that I found was quite dissapointing, ok la, not that disspointing la, really got 8 packs la, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278131013577656242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ST-wMS5Ex7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/u8YoIBLOA-8/s400/rx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thats him in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally I think Chung Onn's bod is nicer......&lt;br /&gt;How come no one was ooohhing and aaahhing at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278131018622351522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ST-wMlr0uKI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/aCBPyJmmzQo/s400/chungonn+holding+hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;maybe cause he's holding a guy's hand......wth? and Rong xing is cuter and Chung Onn lack the nice abs, but he's got that pelvic bone jutting out, which I think is really sexy. I dunno what do you call it, but don't you think it sort of makes you curious to know whats hiding in his pants? sort of like, luring you to follow those lines somewhere.....&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/16955231-8451510894829212957?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/8451510894829212957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=8451510894829212957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8451510894829212957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8451510894829212957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/12/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off....'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/ST-wMS5Ex7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/u8YoIBLOA-8/s72-c/rx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3840099333460802608</id><published>2008-12-09T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:09:01.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/iTjP7-HyhFs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iTjP7-HyhFs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok ok, the real Edward is actually called Robert. He is kinda cute.....but his name sound so old...robert, uncle robert...and what the heck is wrong with his hair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I still like the story, so I'm reading the book.... which is waaay waay better cause you can imagine your own guy instead of the faggot they put on screen...and the story is a little different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3840099333460802608?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3840099333460802608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3840099333460802608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3840099333460802608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3840099333460802608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-person.html' title='The real person'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6857432320846451254</id><published>2008-12-09T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:50:18.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>have you watched the twilight movie?&lt;br /&gt;the kiss scene was really funny, a lot of people were actually laughing in the background&lt;br /&gt;the mom was saying "are you being safe?" before she hung up then I start wondering, you know, vampires don't eat, don't sleep, so do they have sex?&lt;br /&gt;It'll be such a bummer if she got turned into a vampire and then Edward tell her, oh, btw, we don't f***. We just suck each other's blood all day.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started wondering, why can't they just drink period blood. Hahaha......&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok I'm gross. shouldn't have said that out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1ZWNxvgnTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1ZWNxvgnTM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you been doing that a lot?&lt;br /&gt;just for the past couple of months&lt;br /&gt;omg.....&lt;br /&gt;imagine if she was sleeping really grossly, like scratching her ass or something..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this other video I watch last week, when he said "don't move"&lt;br /&gt;one of the audience said "alright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha........&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks kinda cute la.........&lt;br /&gt;minus the inch thick foundation and blood red lipstick and honey coloured contacts thats so obvious............&lt;br /&gt;but won't be surprise if he announce a few weeks later that he's not straight.......&lt;br /&gt;I like the music thats playing when the kiss ended and she ask him to stay......&lt;br /&gt;and the cuddling part was sweet........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMgHX26ECxc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMgHX26ECxc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, she offered herself to him, as in to turn her into vampire laaaaaa.........&lt;br /&gt;she said so that they can be together forever, and he said "no, isn't one long lifetime together enough?" hahaha, then Giri said "smart dude"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6857432320846451254?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6857432320846451254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6857432320846451254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6857432320846451254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6857432320846451254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-602585853508000794</id><published>2008-12-06T06:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:29:59.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm paranoid</title><content type='html'>Its 6am, I'm not asleep cause I'm stuck in pet society. so anyway, I've decided to join the pet society forum.OMG, I'm turning into Loke.....joining game forums and all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY......I was suppose to trade this ghost lamp that I hate so much for something that I want. AND I got a better than expected offer coz apparently a lot of people is crazy about the ugly lamp that I thought looks adorable at first but turns out really ugly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, anyone wanna trade anything from my house in pet society tell me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy person now.&lt;br /&gt;going sleep.&lt;br /&gt;nites.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-602585853508000794?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/602585853508000794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=602585853508000794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/602585853508000794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/602585853508000794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-paranoid.html' title='I&apos;m paranoid'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5807383249069018641</id><published>2008-11-30T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:11:11.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>so I was applying for part time promoter jobs again coz I'm broke again. yea.&lt;br /&gt;then this girl replied me and ask me to send my profile to &lt;a href="mailto:soandso@somewhere"&gt;soandso@somewhere&lt;/a&gt; and I was typing out my profile and I delete the sms. So superbly smart of me right? Is there anyway to like retrieve deleted numbers and sms?&lt;br /&gt; yea, I doubt it........whatever laaaaa.........its just a job..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5807383249069018641?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5807383249069018641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5807383249069018641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5807383249069018641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5807383249069018641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3932834388227389641</id><published>2008-11-30T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:31:08.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not paranoid</title><content type='html'>Last night, when I went into the lift in my building, there was a man in there. (Yipin, thats very normal, if you realise, the lift doesn't belong to you!), yes I know, but then, when I went in, he pressed my floor number....(Yipin, you're not the only one staying in your floor!) then after checking me out for like the longest time ever.........smiled, then pressed the button for the floor above mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I thought was, how the heck did he know what floor I'm staying in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I told Giri and Giri said I'm being paranoid coz most prob the guy pressed the wrong button. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, Giri wasn't there,it doesn't look at all like he pressed the wrong button. It looked like he pressed my floor button for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like being paranoid but you would be too if you had a stalker once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway I'm just gonna ignore and try to forget bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played around with a photo of Giri.........it looks so adorable I just need to post it...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274349353959015746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/STJAyvAJxUI/AAAAAAAAA9I/JSInI3ub_00/s400/fairy+giri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/16955231-3932834388227389641?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3932834388227389641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3932834388227389641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3932834388227389641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3932834388227389641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-paranoid.html' title='I&apos;m not paranoid'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/STJAyvAJxUI/AAAAAAAAA9I/JSInI3ub_00/s72-c/fairy+giri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7769189263014387493</id><published>2008-11-24T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:03:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I now pronounce you man and wife.....</title><content type='html'>another reason for me to camwhore......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271886478538044418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmA0hFx9AI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8Vkaw2n9QD8/s400/100_4057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Sheila and Aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmD1pWfy5I/AAAAAAAAA84/ejYnongTiPw/s1600-h/100_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271889796470393746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmD1pWfy5I/AAAAAAAAA84/ejYnongTiPw/s400/100_4083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmD1Nkj56I/AAAAAAAAA8w/1e-9Js0D82k/s1600-h/100_4081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271889789013190562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmD1Nkj56I/AAAAAAAAA8w/1e-9Js0D82k/s400/100_4081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and cousin and aunty and uncle and I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmCgqfyqiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/k8jjADX85Wk/s1600-h/100_4078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271888336488933922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmCgqfyqiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/k8jjADX85Wk/s400/100_4078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmCgHyXLoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/moTMq4b9XTA/s1600-h/100_4076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271888327171583618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmCgHyXLoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/moTMq4b9XTA/s400/100_4076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the suite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmCf2QeamI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/eGZlWEGP5oM/s1600-h/100_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271888322466048610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmCf2QeamI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/eGZlWEGP5oM/s400/100_4075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmA1XmOIoI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/SK0SO2fy9vc/s1600-h/100_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271886493169623682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmA1XmOIoI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/SK0SO2fy9vc/s400/100_4074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmA0opeYhI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fMZvFNm0_Zg/s1600-h/100_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271886480566805010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmA0opeYhI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fMZvFNm0_Zg/s400/100_4073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually I love this picture the most, if only it isn't blurry......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271889801795751154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmD19MKTPI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zx8l8YKHuJg/s400/100_4084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and I stole some balloons ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm too lazy to photoshop all the pictures, so no, I won't post it in facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually I wanted to stop here, but the only reason I have a blog is so that I can &lt;s&gt;talk&lt;/s&gt; type.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, it was actually kinda awkward coz I don't really like family thingies.......and I hate going to church......and I was kinda one of the few chinese there..........and I was sooooo over dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got dragged around the whole night meeting aunties and uncles and cousins who I'm pretty sure can't remember my name anyway, cause even his sister can't pronounce my name properly. Its the "yi". Non-chinese always got problems pronouncing "yi", "xi", "shi", "tse"........ok, ok......you get me.........there was this one time, his aunt dragged me to a table full of her friends and said "here she is." and then everyone stared at me as if I'm on exhibition and then his aunt said to me, "ok, thats all...." and I was left there standing alone......."ooooooohhhhhhkay....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then Giri's brother said to me "I'm sorry, our family is a bit eccentric..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yea.....really....but I think my family is still the weirdest.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then according to Giri, Matthew and Tee Tzin..........there was a waiter checking me out........hhmm............thats actually quite flattering.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, we were sitting with Giri's second brother who looks exactly like him but older. His brothers' got the exact same attitude and his wife is a chindian. They got this little daughter, Maya, who speaks like an adult and she eats fish eyes(totally not related, but I don't know anyone who eats fish eyes so I'm quite grossed out by it). She was drinking water and her grandparents asked her "Maya, what are you drinking? Juice ar?" and she replied "water la......" as if they're so dumb that they didn't realise its water. Sort of like that advertisment where the dad was teaching the child to say "flower" and the boy replied "orchid laaa". It was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then giri told me a story, once, when she was younger, Giri was drinking water in his kitchen and suddenly Maya came and grab his hand and said "papa, lets go out" then dragged him to the door, then she realised its not papa......then she gasp and let go and went to a corner and sulk. Then she went to her mom and asked "where's papa?" then the mom pointed at Giri and said "there......" and she said "thats not papa!" Thats how alike Giri and his brother is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I wished that I had taken a picture of his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're gonna ask me "how are you and Giri?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna reply "we're fine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so don't bother asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/16955231-7769189263014387493?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/7769189263014387493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=7769189263014387493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7769189263014387493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7769189263014387493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-now-pronounce-you-man-and-wife.html' title='I now pronounce you man and wife.....'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SSmA0hFx9AI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8Vkaw2n9QD8/s72-c/100_4057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7457847477332042114</id><published>2008-11-22T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:09:36.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a bad Day again</title><content type='html'>coz I'm so lazy, I just copied and paste the conversation I had with Jian Lun&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;jian luuuuuuuuuun!&lt;br /&gt;so angry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;so many things&lt;br /&gt;thurs riteee&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;tell la one by one&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;i was so free&lt;br /&gt;then rite&lt;br /&gt;i was too lazy to do my homework&lt;br /&gt;coz rite i was suppose to go shopping with giri&lt;br /&gt;but giri was busy with his sis's thing&lt;br /&gt;so he cant come&lt;br /&gt;then he came at like 6+&lt;br /&gt;then went&lt;br /&gt;jam jam jam&lt;br /&gt;go digital mall to buy a wedding gift for his sis&lt;br /&gt;wanted buy her an mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;but go all the way there, dun haf the one we want&lt;br /&gt;then we went 1u to look for my bag&lt;br /&gt;for the dinner&lt;br /&gt;then rite&lt;br /&gt;every single bag that i like&lt;br /&gt;is either the last one or no more adi&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;but watvere happen,, u angry or not,, there is nothing u can do.. why don take it happily&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;no n&lt;br /&gt;then i din buy&lt;br /&gt;then went home quite late adi&lt;br /&gt;then giri say watch heroes first la b4 do his sis's things&lt;br /&gt;then ok&lt;br /&gt;watch 1 ep of heroes&lt;br /&gt;then rite&lt;br /&gt;so late adi&lt;br /&gt;then start doing his sis's slide show&lt;br /&gt;then he gave me all the pics&lt;br /&gt;but rite&lt;br /&gt;all the pics are soooooo dem ugly&lt;br /&gt;like simply take 1&lt;br /&gt;lidat how to do slide show for a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;then i ask him got better pics anot?&lt;br /&gt;n it was actually very late adi&lt;br /&gt;then i say, i dowan do adi la&lt;br /&gt;i got lab today&lt;br /&gt;and i got a headache&lt;br /&gt;then he like tunjuk muka a bit&lt;br /&gt;coz actually i promised adi&lt;br /&gt;but if memang all the pics so lousy then do wat?&lt;br /&gt;reli like random shots oni&lt;br /&gt;dun even haf 1 decent shot&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;then just do only la&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;i cant do that&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;its not ur prob&lt;br /&gt;u do it.. he see d.. ugly,, then like that la.. his prob&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;then i off my com n wanted go sleep adi&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;u just do.. he provide photo&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;then he say he cant sleep coz he promised to do it&lt;br /&gt;n he will&lt;br /&gt;soooo&lt;br /&gt;since i cant sleep with the lights on,&lt;br /&gt;i ask, can i help?&lt;br /&gt;then he say he need do some border for his sis's program booklet&lt;br /&gt;then he cant find a border&lt;br /&gt;then end up i make the border for him&lt;br /&gt;then we dunno how to put the words inside the border&lt;br /&gt;by the time we're done, its already like 3+&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up this morning at 8+&lt;br /&gt;coz i say i wanted go lab earlier&lt;br /&gt;then he say we cant go yet&lt;br /&gt;coz he havent finish his sis' thing&lt;br /&gt;then i say ok&lt;br /&gt;i wait&lt;br /&gt;coz i need him fetch me to uni&lt;br /&gt;then he do do do&lt;br /&gt;then i go bek to sleep lo&lt;br /&gt;since i cant do anything anyway&lt;br /&gt;then rite&lt;br /&gt;he woke me up, yipin, we need go now&lt;br /&gt;then he ask can i use ur printer&lt;br /&gt;ok lo&lt;br /&gt;use lo&lt;br /&gt;then i dun bother him&lt;br /&gt;he jus wanted wake me up to use my printer?&lt;br /&gt;then rite he say, no no we need go&lt;br /&gt;ok i get ready adi&lt;br /&gt;then i came in, he said, yipin, u need get new ink&lt;br /&gt;he use till my printer ink habis adi&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;then i ma very angry adi la&lt;br /&gt;coz i was sleepy and i scream at him&lt;br /&gt;n he scream back at me, i'll buy for u laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;then i pack my bag went out my room&lt;br /&gt;then he ask me, did u take the keys?&lt;br /&gt;n i said i din, but he already lock my room adi&lt;br /&gt;with my keys inside&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;i went to sch&lt;br /&gt;was very angry&lt;br /&gt;i dun haf conical flask to use&lt;br /&gt;so i tot i'll go steal some from the chemistry lab&lt;br /&gt;then got this guy ask me, wat u looking for?&lt;br /&gt;i say conical flask&lt;br /&gt;i need borrow 2&lt;br /&gt;then he say "borrow borrow borrow, like borrow money, but never return. you biotech people cant just come to the chemistry lab and take all the things here and never return"&lt;br /&gt;so i say "thank you very much" sarcastically and walk away&lt;br /&gt;i tot he was gonna help me&lt;br /&gt;but jus wanna scold me&lt;br /&gt;wat right haf he got to accuse me of being a thief?&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;then i filter my sample&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo slowwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;whole day sit there almost fall asleep waitng for my things to finsh filter oni&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;u can do more things .. more sample at once..&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;kenot&lt;br /&gt;i need to extracy&lt;br /&gt;extract the sample&lt;br /&gt;n this is the first step&lt;br /&gt;so anyway at last finish lab&lt;br /&gt;go homw&lt;br /&gt;giri promise to come at like 5.30&lt;br /&gt;but then he say&lt;br /&gt;jam federal parking&lt;br /&gt;then i say fine&lt;br /&gt;i'll jus meet him at klcc then&lt;br /&gt;i take train there&lt;br /&gt;i reach adi&lt;br /&gt;i finish eating a pie&lt;br /&gt;he oso havent come ye&lt;br /&gt;yet*&lt;br /&gt;then at last he come&lt;br /&gt;i wanted buy this bag&lt;br /&gt;oso last one&lt;br /&gt;so fuck it la&lt;br /&gt;i bought it oni&lt;br /&gt;then went eat&lt;br /&gt;then i realise, i got no key&lt;br /&gt;kenot go in my hse&lt;br /&gt;then we sit at his car&lt;br /&gt;then he say he can only wait another half more hour&lt;br /&gt;but my hse mate is not home yet&lt;br /&gt;so i say nvm la&lt;br /&gt;i go my fren's hse n wait&lt;br /&gt;then ma lidat lo&lt;br /&gt;whole day&lt;br /&gt;whole horrible day&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;its just a bad day,, but if u take it easy.. smile.. ur day wound be that horrible anymore..&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;its not that bad after i complain complain complain&lt;br /&gt;but rite&lt;br /&gt;i cant accuse giri of anything&lt;br /&gt;coz he will haf an excuse fro everything&lt;br /&gt;thats wat i hate bout him&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels like every single thing that makes me angry is my fault&lt;br /&gt;like he is blameless&lt;br /&gt;jian lun says:&lt;br /&gt;yi pin&lt;br /&gt;turst me..&lt;br /&gt;as a firned for u and giri..&lt;br /&gt;i actually experience it before.. watever u said above,, i did it .. and i receive it before&lt;br /&gt;u just don think clearely because giri is ur bf and ur expectation to him is high&lt;br /&gt;but when u see someone going through this,, u will think differently&lt;br /&gt;wat i think is live will cahnge everyday,, time table will change everyday.. things will delay.. jam will come out unexpectedly..&lt;br /&gt;imagine he say 5 go pick u.. he got work with this sis.. infact u r putting him in between his life long sister and a gf .. i bet he is trying his best to finish things there then rush to pick u&lt;br /&gt;if he can fly to klcc he will..&lt;br /&gt;usagi says:&lt;br /&gt;yea, its not his fault&lt;br /&gt;but i'm jus so angry i need blame someone&lt;br /&gt;its like so suei&lt;br /&gt;everything happen all at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1593619245382698195</id><published>2008-11-19T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:54:51.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny in a zoo</title><content type='html'>A guy accidentally elbowed a girl on her boobs in the lift on the way up to his hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Then they guy said "if your heart is as soft as your breasts, you'd forgive me."&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, "if your dick is as hard as your elbow, I'm staying in room 102"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got reminded of that joke I read somewhere when I accidentally elbowed my friend's boob a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thats not what I was gonna write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming yesterday, then when I came back, I was talking to Say chye&lt;br /&gt;then he said "just now, got a lot of guys feeding you grapes hor..."&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't get what he meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this morning, Rong xin commented "wah, you attracted a lot of guys to the pool yesterday... that was you right? in the black bikini..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to reply.....and I lamely said "no, I was wearing a brown bikini."&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;actually I wanted to say, the guys were already there when I reach......&lt;br /&gt;omg, he must have thought I'm this 'perasan' girl..........(translations: I don't know how to translate it, erm, like arrogant?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I lost my brain cause I was too surprised that he saw me swimming yesterday.......and all of a sudden I became very self conscious.....started wondering was my tummy hanging out, do I look like a walking hipo in a bikini, omg, can he actually see my muffin top from his floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, I finally realised what say chye was talking about....you know like in a scene from cleopatra, with all the naked man servants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thank God I wasn't doing anything indecent........&lt;br /&gt;I swam so many times, but this is the first time I'm conscious that everyone can see me.......&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a bunny in a zoo.....I think I'll never swim in the evening ever again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1593619245382698195?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1593619245382698195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1593619245382698195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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happened.&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious boh?&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna tell.....&lt;br /&gt;muahahhahahahahha............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giri's sis' wedding this Sat....&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feel very nervous....&lt;br /&gt;but also excited about my new dress&lt;br /&gt;I tried it on again for the 10 gazillionth time........&lt;br /&gt;I love the dress ^_^&lt;br /&gt;wish I've got a nice camera to camwhore it with........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said I've got A cup size boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that tiny ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very happy today, cause it felt like I did a lot of work today!&lt;br /&gt;I soaked new samples, did antibacterial and also TPC!&lt;br /&gt;all in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a guy called me for a job this weekend&lt;br /&gt;giving out nestle ice cream sample&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;but its only RM70 per day and I need to do something in the lab this friday, and Giri's sis's wedding on saturday&lt;br /&gt;nestle ice cream = (&lt;br /&gt;maybe I could have like steal some and eat&lt;br /&gt;= (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I've got something very interesting to blog about, but I forgotten already.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, anyway my class rite, is divided into 2 groups. I'm in group 2. AND.....&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my image among the group 1 people is very bad.......&lt;br /&gt;1 guy thought that I'm a regular clubber........(eh, I barely got nuff money to feed meself leeeeh..)&lt;br /&gt;another is even worse, he said he heard I'm a horny person. (wtf?) and that he avoided me cause he heard I look like someone who plays around....-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahsai......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, I sort of know who spreads all these rumours......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4665479002768246900?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4665479002768246900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4665479002768246900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4665479002768246900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4665479002768246900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-on-my-mind-at-this-very-moment.html' title='what&apos;s on my mind at this very moment.......'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4427070861325035898</id><published>2008-11-17T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:31:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*JEaLoUS*</title><content type='html'>Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come everyone seems to get to go holidaying everywhere??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl in my class, just came back from Hong Kong, yea, I know crappy place. But anyway, while she's in Hong Kong enjoying life, I'm stuck in lab doing shitty progress on my experiments. She just came back today, and guess what? we're almost at the same level of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so damn bloody shitty that I actually wished that she would fail her final year project.&lt;br /&gt;I know thats evil, and no, I don't really wish for that, I wish that everyone is able to do well, but I just feel so.......cheated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came in lab today, asked someone to do everything for her. Then, she said out loud, its ok, I'll just use a senior's thesis, modify their work, and hand it up as my own. Then, she went home, claiming she's tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.U.C.K her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn bloody fucking hate that bitch. ^&amp;amp;#$%&amp;amp;*#%$#^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing my lungs out and I still spend 9 hours in the lab today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish I can cheat my way through life, take the easiest road, sleep all day, bullshit people into handing me their money and live hapily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a BIG BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck in lying, which also means that I'm horrible in cheating, which in another way can also mean that I'm actually the one thats usually cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly how I feel right now. I feel cheated. I thought God is fair. Everyone gets a piece of cake. I don't mind not having the icing and cherry on top, but can I at least have a spoonful of cake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4427070861325035898?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4427070861325035898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4427070861325035898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4427070861325035898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4427070861325035898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/jealous.html' title='*JEaLoUS*'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-8109844442139681102</id><published>2008-11-17T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:06:40.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecent picture</title><content type='html'>was talking to Ying Qi last nite and she asked me have I checked my mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I automatically replied no, cause I haven't checked my mails for few days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I realised she's actually asking me bout my real mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, you mean my real mail? yea, I did, no, the card is not there......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"really? Girl, there's pictures inside!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing that I thought of was, is it decent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what picture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, its a nice picture of me and you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"taken at my place last year..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what picture was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she complaint that she wrote 2 pages full of messages........and all the effort wasted.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what happen to my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost during delivery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;postman was too lazy to send it and threw it away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the landlord took it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone else took it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, 1 and 2 happen quite often...but I did receive a card she sent me last year.......and I still receive my jusco catalog n stuff.....I don't think the postman here is that irresponsible...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its not 3, cause I asked denzel and even mentioned its important....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the scariest possibility is 4. Imagine if someone took it and.....omg...do some black magic on it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or or........if its a pervert, masturbate while looking at the pictures.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;so scary........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;remind me of that time I went to a party or something at Qian Ee's house. Then there's this really indecent picture of me on the couch. I was wearing really short shorts and someone took a picture of me sitting kangkang......-_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then that biatch that took the picture showed it to everyone, except me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till, guess what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of all people, tak yie came and ask me......yipin, is this you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, my face was covered with a pillow.....but obviously I can recognize myself....and I'm very sure everyone who saw the picture knew it was me.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so angry that she showed everyone the picture.....I wish I could have slapped her then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if I have any indecent picture of anyone I would have hidden it instead of showing it to everyone....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its ok, its ok.......its in the past...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but I still hope she will rot in hell.&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/16955231-8109844442139681102?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/8109844442139681102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=8109844442139681102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8109844442139681102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/8109844442139681102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/indecent-picture.html' title='Indecent picture'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-9162714921120503432</id><published>2008-11-10T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:55:07.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the wrong field</title><content type='html'>I manage to break 1 conical flask and destroy 2 ELISA plates today, oh yea, and spilled Ethanol all over the floor and the lab table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project came to another road block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handed in my lit review today. The lecturer said I should become a writer.No, that is not a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;she said it sounded like an article that could be found in The Star.NO, this is not a compliment either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Please go home and redo it in a more, how should I put this? scientific way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that I should be writing a THESIS. NOT A NOVEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-9162714921120503432?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/9162714921120503432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=9162714921120503432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/9162714921120503432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/9162714921120503432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-in-wrong-field.html' title='I&apos;m in the wrong field'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-2254837428078543651</id><published>2008-11-05T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:13:22.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf? unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cheongsamlover.wordpress.com/"&gt;cheongsamlover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did yall read kenny sia?&lt;br /&gt;so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;kenot wear skirt in kelantan 1 r?&lt;br /&gt;then school uniform how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently if u're not wearing ankle length skirt, u're a hooker.....hohohoho.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm from Subang.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-2254837428078543651?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/2254837428078543651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=2254837428078543651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2254837428078543651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2254837428078543651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/wtf-unbelievable.html' title='wtf? unbelievable.'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3926360364053041779</id><published>2008-11-05T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:39:33.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestest day of my life</title><content type='html'>today must have been the worst of the worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke a bottle of very limited reagent that everyone needs to use.&lt;br /&gt;got all negative results. (--&gt; have to rethink whether to continue on with my project or do something else.)&lt;br /&gt;got lock out.&lt;br /&gt;Giri didn't pick up any of my 101 calls.&lt;br /&gt;nor did he reply my messages.&lt;br /&gt;Asked a friend if he wanted to swim, replied an hour later saying he just came back from swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in an empty library feeling horrible but don't know who to call.&lt;br /&gt;But was glad someone called me back. = ) so sweet of him. didn't expect it. but the line was really bad. So it didn't really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$%#*&amp;amp;^#$%&amp;amp;* I dowanna tok bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s-list of events are not organized based on time. Just whatever that came to my mind first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3926360364053041779?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3926360364053041779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3926360364053041779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3926360364053041779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3926360364053041779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/bestest-day-of-my-life.html' title='bestest day of my life'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-7026470217960716697</id><published>2008-11-04T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:34:03.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>what instant noodle is the bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAGaHSbN_I/AAAAAAAAA74/cAWP2s-mC7w/s1600-h/DSC05118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264715010098804722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAGaHSbN_I/AAAAAAAAA74/cAWP2s-mC7w/s400/DSC05118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this naked guy by the window....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAGZ2nNHCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pam0n4FN7XA/s1600-h/DSC05059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264715005622557730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAGZ2nNHCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pam0n4FN7XA/s400/DSC05059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, found the fishing pictures..&lt;br /&gt;thats why they were fishing in the middle of the nite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAFdA7_AHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/sdqeRIEdvzo/s1600-h/DSC05086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713960422047858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAFdA7_AHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/sdqeRIEdvzo/s400/DSC05086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't catch any fish, but Matthew caught a tortoise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAFcmh43iI/AAAAAAAAA7g/AwQRz1o3x7U/s1600-h/DSC05083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713953333272098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAFcmh43iI/AAAAAAAAA7g/AwQRz1o3x7U/s400/DSC05083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAFcbI6CqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/r-RrDHXAJm4/s1600-h/DSC05082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264713950275701410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAFcbI6CqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/r-RrDHXAJm4/s400/DSC05082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so cute, but 2 days later, when they went back to fish again, saw the tortoise floating upside down in the pond...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little tortoise, please don't come find me.....its not my fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've really got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;since my brother sent it to me, I shall post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geraldsoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html"&gt;Gerald's life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is just the post that I like the most, the rest are daily stuff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this is written like 7 zillion months ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/16955231-7026470217960716697?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/7026470217960716697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=7026470217960716697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7026470217960716697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/7026470217960716697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SRAGaHSbN_I/AAAAAAAAA74/cAWP2s-mC7w/s72-c/DSC05118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-2179904604720205996</id><published>2008-11-03T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:25:15.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky~!</title><content type='html'>Back to lab again.&lt;br /&gt;Fed my lecturer some BS and she called me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt; student = )&lt;br /&gt;actually, I stayed up all night to plan all my method la and spent all day yesterday reading my antioxidant only to find out actually got no test -_-" stupid tau chui......&lt;br /&gt;but at least now Dr Soon thinks I'm hardworking enough to read up on my topic.....&lt;br /&gt;hope she continues thinking so. gonna start my test tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I was kinda scared cause I thought she would hate me cause I'm so lazy, didn't even hand up a single page of my literature review yet, eventhough Wen See's group hand up like &gt;10 pages liew.....so glad she doesn't hate me......or is that an act?&lt;br /&gt;maybe she still does hate me....*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*keeping my fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;hope she don't hate me....&lt;br /&gt;somehow I always manage to make teachers hate me....&lt;br /&gt;= (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- whoever might be interested, my bro said Gerald is currently single. ; ) *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-2179904604720205996?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/2179904604720205996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=2179904604720205996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2179904604720205996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/2179904604720205996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky.html' title='Lucky~!'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-198254911365139417</id><published>2008-11-02T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:49:06.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>= (</title><content type='html'>its raining really heavily&lt;br /&gt;no one is home&lt;br /&gt;its so dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared = (&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;but I haven't even started on my literature review yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-198254911365139417?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/198254911365139417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=198254911365139417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/198254911365139417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/198254911365139417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='= ('/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-1933338307935937966</id><published>2008-11-02T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:30:30.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was a nice day....</title><content type='html'>today is not.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I was googling stuff for my fyp and lost track of time till Giri showed up and said "I'm not sure if we can make it on time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I remembered, we were suppose to go to a voiceover talent audition that will be from 12-4. It was already 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I forgotten what time it is, I was so excited bout it for 2 whole days. I even told a few people bout it yesterday morning.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I got really angry at Giri cause he didn't remind me what time it is already. And he said its not his fault cause his sister just came back and he just got the car and if I hadn't been such a princess and had taken the LRT instead of making him come all the way here, we would have definitely made it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed at him and said "you could have told me that earlier and I would have taken the train...-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally reached there, even after he drove like a madman at 120km/h, it was already 4.08pm. I was sulking cause I really wanted to see what all this is about. AND I did tell him bout it like 3 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;I was whining " why are we always late to the things I wanna do? I dowanna go up there anymore, the thing is over!"&lt;br /&gt;and he said "what? at exactly 4 o'clock they pack up and everyone leave? I'm sure some people are still there. Lets go up and have a look. We're already here........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOoo.. we did......&lt;br /&gt;and we did get to audition.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually kinda cool, but I wasn't really in the mood already........&lt;br /&gt;Giri went first, then I went in and I was kinda blur,&lt;br /&gt;then they say introduce yourself.....&lt;br /&gt;there's this script where we're suppose to read..&lt;br /&gt;I was like "erm, I'm yipin, I'm 21, I'm a student, currently pursuing my degree in sleepinology and I like watching porn."&lt;br /&gt;no, I didn't exactly say that, but thats about what we're suppose to say.......&lt;br /&gt;then they asked to read the script, so I did but I keep getting distracted coz I can't really hear the instructions over the headphones, it was quite soft....if I read I can only hear my own voice and I keep hearing people outside laughing...but I was kinda enjoying hearing my own voice......hehe....&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly the guy say "skip the next paragraph and go to the last one, try a sexy voice....."&lt;br /&gt;and I was like "har? sexy voice??"&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "I don't have a sexy voice........and is this like a bad sign, skipping to the last paragraph? do I sound&lt;em&gt; THAT&lt;/em&gt; annoying?"&lt;br /&gt;I just continue reading the script in my normal voice, I've got no sexy voice man....&lt;br /&gt;hahahha....&lt;br /&gt;then after that I can hear them all laughing outside.....&lt;br /&gt;so embarrassing....&lt;br /&gt;then they say, thank you, you may go now......&lt;br /&gt;OOOKK...&lt;br /&gt;I took off the headphones and wanted to hang them on the mike, but then a loud screeching noise came on and I got so scared, and the guy outside was screaming "aaaahh....aaahh..dah pekak daaaa~!"&lt;br /&gt;then another guy came over and ask me to just leave the headphones on the chair next to the mike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got out I realised they were just kidding with me ~_~"&lt;br /&gt;thats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Giri what was his audition like and he say they played him some sample announcements.....&lt;br /&gt;thats so unfair!!&lt;br /&gt;how come I don't get sample announcements?&lt;br /&gt;I have no F**kin idea what the heck I was suppose to do man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I doubt they will ever call me back......hahahhahaha.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT imagine if they did, wouldn't it be cool?&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we didn't know what to do, went to Subang to eat linner? or drunch?&lt;br /&gt;then saw soon ong....this weird guy...and decided to stalk him, we followed him till federal highway, then lost him.......*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go PJ, then we went ate Durian buffet = )&lt;br /&gt;felt like my tummy was gonna explode after that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- oh rite, today I'm suppose to be doing my fyp, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; I dowan......dunno la how to do....*sigh* wish I'm smarter....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-1933338307935937966?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/1933338307935937966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=1933338307935937966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1933338307935937966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/1933338307935937966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-nice-day.html' title='Yesterday was a nice day....'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5633642711906710294</id><published>2008-10-31T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:56:01.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got cheated again......</title><content type='html'>I mentioned I got a 4 day job?&lt;br /&gt;she's suppose to pay me 60 per day&lt;br /&gt;then I went first day, really work 9-5&lt;br /&gt;but 2nd day only work half day&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked she let me off early....why is she being so nice?&lt;br /&gt;Then 3rd day oso&lt;br /&gt;then I ask Giri, eh, u dun think she'll pay me half day?&lt;br /&gt;4th day I finished b4 lunch oso.....&lt;br /&gt;hhmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when its time to pay me, she wanted to pay me RM120 oni!&lt;br /&gt;coz she say overall she consider everyday half day, so its only 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh if calculate by hours oso at least 2.5 days!&lt;br /&gt;and she did promise 60 per day, not counting per hour.........&lt;br /&gt;technically, for parttimers, no matter what time you finish, you still get your 60, cause its per event, not per hour.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said she'll only pay me 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry, work 4 days for only RM180&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask her go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;but 180 better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;so I took it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I came home n calculated, actually I got RM10 per hour la&lt;br /&gt;not bad la&lt;br /&gt;but a promise is a promise wat rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never work for that F***ing biatch again&lt;br /&gt;I deleted her number&lt;br /&gt;if not I will post it here&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should ask matthew for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name is SLYVIA. Works for PMG marketing.&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would love to fuck her up real nicely...........&lt;br /&gt;is it my fault that I work super fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault la, I should have known better........&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an honest person....unlike Slyvia.......bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an experience learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5633642711906710294?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5633642711906710294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5633642711906710294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5633642711906710294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5633642711906710294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-cheated-again.html' title='I got cheated again......'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6854356716799907527</id><published>2008-10-28T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:55:31.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh</title><content type='html'>I feed my lecturer some BS about why I can't go to lab for the whole week. About missing pippeter and all....then, erm, She say I can go get the pippeter from tony....hhmm&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be working the whole week......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll just tell her I'm waiting for all my extracts to dry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I got an sms today for another job. 70 per day. But it overlap with the current one I have. So I can't do it. damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went work late, was so worried I got into the wrong bus......&lt;br /&gt;then when I was trying to recognize where the bus is going, an old uncle bout 40 yrs sat down next to me, then keep looking at me, I just ignore la, maybe its my inch thick makeup thats scaring the daylight out of him, then he offered me mints, hmm, and my dog breath? then he ask me have I eaten, am I going work, and was about to continue, but I stood up, cause luckily it was already my stop ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said excuse me and never been more glad to reach my stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6854356716799907527?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6854356716799907527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6854356716799907527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6854356716799907527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6854356716799907527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-oh.html' title='oh oh'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-267131472373413996</id><published>2008-10-25T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:19:52.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when you're depressed?</title><content type='html'>Inflate yourself......hehe, yea, thats lame.But according to dictionary.com, inflate can also mean elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called slyvia yesterday to ask if the job for next week is still available. It is. For 4 days. But only 60 per day. But I like working in PJ la, cause its the English-ed area. The 'ed' is not to show that its Englishfied, but English-educated. Not because my english is that good, but because I can't speak chinese. Working in KL require you to speak in 3 languages. Chinese, BM and English. I can speak broken chinese once in a while when I need to, but I can't understand most chinese. But anyway, 60 per day is better than nothing. Better than me sitting at home not doing anything. AND, its a 9-5 job. AND the place is near the LRT. Which is perfect for me. So I told her I'd do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I sent an e-mail to Dr Soon telling her that my project is stuck due to machine and apparatus shortage and I'm planning to take the whole of next week off and do more research at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she understands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept early last night. Cause Wen See cancelled dinner and I only ate maggi, I dowanna get hungry late at night, so I slept early. I know, this is not a valid reason to sleep early, but I can sleep early, So I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nightful of dreams. First I dreamt that Wen See is going to a party called Temperature. Hmm..dunno if it really exists. But she didn't invite me, and I was wondering why..&lt;br /&gt;then I had a dream about going back to a few days ago, and booked an extra slot for the rotary evaporator.&lt;br /&gt;then I had a dream that I did my literature review and methods for my fyp report already&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt so much I feel so exhausted. I woke up at 3am to drink a pail full of water and peed a bucket full into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all this will be over soon, it doesn't feel nice to be rushing to do everything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-267131472373413996?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/267131472373413996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=267131472373413996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/267131472373413996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/267131472373413996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-you-do-when-youre-depressed.html' title='What do you do when you&apos;re depressed?'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-3959908438211583011</id><published>2008-10-24T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:00:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SQGOcwDxhhI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-gg1UivznCI/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260642464333661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SQGOcwDxhhI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-gg1UivznCI/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we're depressed, everyday seems to be bad days yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to take a cab by myself to uni today coz I was too lazy to ask everyone what time they're going to uni. But none of the taxi wanted to take me!&lt;br /&gt;coz I'm going to UTAR instead of LRT or KTAR.&lt;br /&gt;there's one that ask me to pay RM4 and he'd take me.&lt;br /&gt;But if they actually follow the meter, then it would only be 3.10 or 3.50!&lt;br /&gt;So I said I don't want coz I feel so cheated!&lt;br /&gt;then another girl that wanted to go LRT came. and he ask me again, if I would pay RM3 and the girl pay RM 2 to go LRT. WTF??&lt;br /&gt;share oso want me pay RM3??&lt;br /&gt;then another 2 girls came and he made me another offer, I have to pay RM2&lt;br /&gt;yes, its cheaper than if he run on meter, but, share with 3 other strangers, normally would only cost RM1!!&lt;br /&gt;why do I have to pay double?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the LRT, KTAR and UTAR are only 5 minutes apart from each other. going to LRT by meter normally cost round 2.50-3.00&lt;br /&gt;KTAR would cost round the same price, but going to UTAR with meter cost bout 3.10-3.50&lt;br /&gt;its only like less than a Kilometer apart right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway then the taxi man told me, no one is going to go to UTAR, if I don't accept his offer, I would wait here forever.&lt;br /&gt;so I call Wei Keong (great guy thats not available anymore, sorry girls) and he said he'd fetch me. So I walked away with my head held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so angry I got bullied......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giri ask me to complain to some lpkp, lembaga perkhidmatan something something, write down all their number plates and complain that they didn't follow the meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;but I think its a waste of my credit to sms or call those kinda agency.&lt;br /&gt;anyway my credit for this month left RM0.13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went lab, its my day to use the rotary evaporator, only manage dry half of my extract....&lt;br /&gt;then Keng Fei told me that Dr Soon's multichannel pippette got stolen -_-"&lt;br /&gt;she only got 1......means I don't get to use it too.........&lt;br /&gt;and without that, my results will be less accurate.&lt;br /&gt;due to human limitations. unless I can pippette exactly 5microliters into 96 wells in 12 seconds or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after I finish my rotary evaporator session, I pack up and went out to get a taxi. got in told him where to go and I was lost in thought. Suddenly the taxi man ask "bawah ke, atas?"&lt;br /&gt;and I said "bawah" distractedly. Before I knew it, we were somewhere I couldn't recognize....&lt;br /&gt;then I ask him "eh, bang, ke mana ni?"&lt;br /&gt;and he said "AU5"&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked, "eh, PV5 la, bukan AU5"&lt;br /&gt;which are at totally different places!&lt;br /&gt;so he U-turn balik.&lt;br /&gt;but damage done, when I reach home, the meter was already at RM5.30&lt;br /&gt;thank god I borrowed money from Giri last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yesterday, Slyvia sms me again for work next tuesday till friday.&lt;br /&gt;I was in dilemma coz my next session for the rotary evaporator is not till next next week. but I wasn't sure if I could dry my sample today and start tests on some sample by monday. If I could, I would be busy the whole of next week, But if I can't, I will be free for the whole of next week.&lt;br /&gt;well, I didn't get to dry my sample and I turned down Slyvia's job offer yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO...... Now I've got no money, no job and no advancement in my project.&lt;br /&gt;Can I cry now?&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'll get a week off....why doesn't that make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm home, tucked into my comfort food, a pack of chips and half a glass of wine, writing this and feeling depressed all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is having a better time than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-3959908438211583011?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/3959908438211583011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=3959908438211583011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3959908438211583011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/3959908438211583011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/10/had-bad-day.html' title='Had a bad day'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SQGOcwDxhhI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-gg1UivznCI/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-5525088217625778186</id><published>2008-10-23T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:07:17.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>of?&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, I smelt smoke in my room, I tried following the scent, but it was everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;then I thought the apartment under mine was on fire coz the smell was so strong. so I climbed on top of my book rack to peer out of the open window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first time I look down 14 floors.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like jumping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew very scared, cause the thought of jumping down actually calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be a doctor to know I'm either very stressed or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;maybe both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went to the fridge and gulp down a glass full of wine that was left from the bottle I opened.&lt;br /&gt;then got a migraine coz it was too cold&lt;br /&gt;so went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and had a great night&lt;br /&gt;woke up happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next night, I drank another glass of wine,&lt;br /&gt;and the next, and the night after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days later, I got my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a girl, I hate hormones, I hate depression, I hate period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-5525088217625778186?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/5525088217625778186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=5525088217625778186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5525088217625778186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/5525088217625778186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-4109657691750364490</id><published>2008-10-20T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:03:39.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>findin reason to procrastinate</title><content type='html'>Was tryin to copy an Angela baby picture that I love soooo much.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SPxi4d7J72I/AAAAAAAAA7I/7WuPPOztNdA/s1600-h/hot+angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259187187106836322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SPxi4d7J72I/AAAAAAAAA7I/7WuPPOztNdA/s400/hot+angela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But failed miserably...even with photoshop...sigh, how do I make more hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SPxigQJfbSI/AAAAAAAAA64/KV6rIVlQxYE/s1600-h/blue+eyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259186771092008226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SPxigQJfbSI/AAAAAAAAA64/KV6rIVlQxYE/s400/blue+eyed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never achieve that sexy innocent look = (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bah, I'm hungry, gonna go eat........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway I like the blue eye effect = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259186781246049794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SPxig1-ZzgI/AAAAAAAAA7A/_8xFeD27nbA/s400/look+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-4109657691750364490?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/4109657691750364490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=4109657691750364490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4109657691750364490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/4109657691750364490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/10/findin-reason-to-procrastinate.html' title='findin reason to procrastinate'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/SPxi4d7J72I/AAAAAAAAA7I/7WuPPOztNdA/s72-c/hot+angela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955231.post-6177429356046848296</id><published>2008-10-17T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:13:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 205</title><content type='html'>what is life?&lt;br /&gt;Life is about waking up at 8.30 in the morning to attend an interview at 11.30&lt;br /&gt;Life is about missing a close friend's birthday celebration because of the interview&lt;br /&gt;Life is about wasting so much time on the interview and then decided not to take up the job&lt;br /&gt;Life is about always having this kind of complications because of never having enough money&lt;br /&gt;Life is about deciding whether lab on certain days are more important or earning that 100 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Life is about getting drenched because I forgot to bring my unbrella for the millionth time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raincloud continue pouring out rain, as if knowing that's the only thing it could do.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it'll rain half heartedly, sometimes consistently but gently, sometimes hard and determined.&lt;br /&gt;not unlike ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we don't have to work, sometimes we get bored of work but do it anyway, but at times, work is compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I used rain as a metaphor, maybe some of you can't see the connection, but somehow I feel rain represents my situation perfectly. My life at the moment would be like raining cats and dogs. *meeooooww*meeooowww* *woooooff*wroooffff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(notes for idiots: no, I'm not the rain, I'm the raincloud. Rain is the work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is life, but in every cloud, there's a silver lining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;every rain have to stop. even the rain created by God to flood the earth stop after 40 days and 40 nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe God is always fair, not that I'm a religious person. I don't believe in Jesus/Buddha/Allah/Lord Ganesha or whatever other things that people worship. I believe God, our own God reside in our heart. We don't have to go to churches/temple/facebook to pray, we just need to pray in our hearts to be heard. That is how a God is like. But no matter what God you believe in, He/She is always fair. There is a reason for every rise and fall in life. A reason determined by God. It is through life that we learn. The difference is whether we accept it with grace or contempt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" It's the journey that matters, not the destination " &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955231-6177429356046848296?l=yipin87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/feeds/6177429356046848296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955231&amp;postID=6177429356046848296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6177429356046848296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955231/posts/default/6177429356046848296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipin87.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-205.html' title='post 205'/><author><name>usagi~chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01810384080547019440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvr0oGPTBcw/Ssh-wvSwhUI/AAAAAAAABQk/6SYKCVHSgy8/S220/IMG_1657psedblue+eye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
