<?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-2096588986144097788</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:55:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakfast♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Normality's Overrated,And So is The Extraordinary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-1991328092898837484</id><published>2011-01-29T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:32:13.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyeong.</title><content type='html'>Hello people! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubled up! Tumblr is on right now. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome aboard! - &lt;a href="http://www.apparenthorizon.tumblr.com/"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt; for the Tumblr link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-1991328092898837484?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1991328092898837484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=1991328092898837484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/1991328092898837484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/1991328092898837484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2011/01/anyeong.html' title='Anyeong.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-738730884323823353</id><published>2011-01-10T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:46:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, was supposed to be a good day.</title><content type='html'>Tuning into: Just A Dream (Cover) by Sam Tsui &amp;amp; Christina Grimmie&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TSplGKtrZPI/AAAAAAAABVQ/821GxIGgHYA/s320/tumblr_ldrkexCMEJ1qepbqxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560367846571861234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I don't know whether this blog is even worth updating anymore but with no doubt, when I'm at emotion extremes, this seems to be the perfect place for me to express all bottled up feelings. No limit, no boundaries. So, I think I'ma keep it, just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies. None of us can outrun it, not even if you're a world class sprinter. I can't believe that 2010 is over and had gone by, just like that. It felt like I was still in high school, in that white over-sized shirt, blue half skirt, navy blue tie around the shirt collar and hair tied back into a pony tail. Socks no lower than ankle and nails no longer than 1cm. Haha! Yeap, that's Catholic High School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, college started off pretty hastily early this year, leaving me with no rest after SPM. And now come to think of it, with all the mistakes made in college, I don't regret every bit of it. Well, not all, of course I wished that the dramatic and emotional parts could be undone but there's no turning back in time. Am I right? Just gotta learn from it and move on. I believe that all these right and wrong turns would eventually converge into different paths for every one of us. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni starts in a month's time. The thought of it scares me a little but I'm definitely looking forward towards it. New environment, experience, exposure..  However, as I grow up and develop into a being with my own perspectives, views and opinions, both of us tend to argue over the most petty issue very often. I'm not saying that I'm right all the time, but being just a few years older doesn't make you more superior or more mature. Right? It's tiring to argue all the time, but that bitchy attitude which you portray at times just get onto my nerves, you know. I hate being judged, nobody likes! I sincerely hope that you would sometimes, learn to step back and see how things really are, instead of concluding that I'm wrong all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. xx. &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/2096588986144097788-738730884323823353?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/738730884323823353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=738730884323823353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/738730884323823353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/738730884323823353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-was-supposed-to-be-good-day.html' title='Today, was supposed to be a good day.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TSplGKtrZPI/AAAAAAAABVQ/821GxIGgHYA/s72-c/tumblr_ldrkexCMEJ1qepbqxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-4368160361696643181</id><published>2010-11-24T18:46:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:27:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the crossroad.</title><content type='html'>Tuning into Just the way you are by Bruno Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a habit of watching people's actions, you would realize that you wouldn't understand why they acted in such ways and neither would they comprehend your actions. So, all in all, homo sapiens are weird; humans are weird. In other words, both you and I are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an age-old fact that can't be denied. Put it this way, WEIRD is the new COOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! *Laughs with conspicuous double chin* What a way to begin a new post after uncountable amount of dust has concentrated this blog. The dust gives me flu, sniffs! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Lame is also the other new Cool, I figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays aren't as interesting and fun as you think they'll be. They tend to get really boring to the extend that you would do something out of your sanity. I'm getting square eyes for looking at the laptop and Tv all day long. I've got nothing else to do. URGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, apart from the annoying part stated above, I do have a new-found love though. Ballet! I love everything that has gotta do with dance and ballet! ballet is like a classical piece which is so dynamic. Believe me! Its flexibility is beyond your imagination. Everybody, including myself have the perception that ballet is solid and confined but we're all wrong. I'm a changed woman now.(Lol!) Ballet is soft, strong, sexy, classic, elegant, rough and everything else which you can think of. It can be the typical soothing one, the strong contemporary one and even the sexy Latino one. Even in the midst of street chaos, you will find a tinge of elegance in ballet. It's just so aweshuummee! :)&lt;br /&gt;And now, I really wonder why I gave it up. Once again, humans are just so weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little something I found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=165284743510529&amp;amp;set=a.103313036374367.3774.100000870140131#!/pages/ballerina-project/22455674948"&gt;Ballerina Project&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYN2Eh8EDI/AAAAAAAABTs/Y5dS1a3_Npo/s1600/40229_285432879948_22455674948_1085170_2770868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545635213733531698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYN2Eh8EDI/AAAAAAAABTs/Y5dS1a3_Npo/s200/40229_285432879948_22455674948_1085170_2770868_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQ_i26DZI/AAAAAAAABUk/AYDsXvxsy7U/s1600/63368_286682414948_22455674948_1114065_7748989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545638675028250002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQ_i26DZI/AAAAAAAABUk/AYDsXvxsy7U/s200/63368_286682414948_22455674948_1114065_7748989_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQ0APqjRI/AAAAAAAABUc/DB65Ae7Lrjs/s1600/76240_291954134948_22455674948_1182540_1504872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545638476758289682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQ0APqjRI/AAAAAAAABUc/DB65Ae7Lrjs/s200/76240_291954134948_22455674948_1182540_1504872_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYOVhPhh2I/AAAAAAAABT0/hwroGnuSYnI/s1600/40988_285903474948_22455674948_1094724_5038123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545635754016868194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYOVhPhh2I/AAAAAAAABT0/hwroGnuSYnI/s200/40988_285903474948_22455674948_1094724_5038123_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYP-kH9iKI/AAAAAAAABUE/AheBg_-4nDA/s1600/75839_293922389948_22455674948_1192897_3155671_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545637558676719778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYP-kH9iKI/AAAAAAAABUE/AheBg_-4nDA/s200/75839_293922389948_22455674948_1192897_3155671_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQSiDm-oI/AAAAAAAABUM/C670SnHgi08/s1600/4949_49285729948_22455674948_568434_3349588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545637901718977154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQSiDm-oI/AAAAAAAABUM/C670SnHgi08/s200/4949_49285729948_22455674948_568434_3349588_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQgJTs93I/AAAAAAAABUU/MZybn3EB6jo/s1600/8428_75259869948_22455674948_667186_229783_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545638135593760626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYQgJTs93I/AAAAAAAABUU/MZybn3EB6jo/s200/8428_75259869948_22455674948_667186_229783_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYSQ__ZduI/AAAAAAAABUs/7-h_Cu1U3JM/s1600/71889_288195659948_22455674948_1139840_7382417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545640074417895138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYSQ__ZduI/AAAAAAAABUs/7-h_Cu1U3JM/s200/71889_288195659948_22455674948_1139840_7382417_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and once again, HELLO DECEMBER! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three weeks to results. *Nervous!* &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/2096588986144097788-4368160361696643181?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4368160361696643181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=4368160361696643181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/4368160361696643181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/4368160361696643181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-crossroad.html' title='At the crossroad.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TPYN2Eh8EDI/AAAAAAAABTs/Y5dS1a3_Npo/s72-c/40229_285432879948_22455674948_1085170_2770868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-7748227793369052212</id><published>2010-11-22T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:01:07.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am impatient.</title><content type='html'>It's nerve-wrecking when you're left hanging in the middle of a crossroad by one whom you thought was a friend; forced to make a decision which you know you'll never feel as if you made the right one. Urgh! You motherfucking male bitch. You know, beneath all the smiles and laughters, the heart still aches. I register your absence and the existence of your coldness. It's so solid and real that sometimes, I wished I never got to know you. It's so sucky when the only person who can resolve all your questions won't talk to you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM's over and no doubt, I'm gonna miss it. Especially the people..&lt;br /&gt;Now shall be HELLO UNI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December shall come and I'll be ready for my ATAR score.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome TER!!&lt;br /&gt;Lets all pray! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-7748227793369052212?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7748227793369052212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=7748227793369052212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7748227793369052212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7748227793369052212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-impatient.html' title='I am impatient.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-6552768047336238893</id><published>2010-08-08T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:44:36.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Bars and Sweet Pops, no where near reality.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Ridin' Solo by Jason Derulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TF4n8BA0VCI/AAAAAAAABTU/aBKSv4C1M6c/s1600/tumblr_l6r3jlcQ921qz76g8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TF4n8BA0VCI/AAAAAAAABTU/aBKSv4C1M6c/s320/tumblr_l6r3jlcQ921qz76g8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502879706710823970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology test's coming up on Wednesday and here I am, blogging. Urgh! Low Yee Aun, go bang a wall and jump off the cliff. I'll hit the books after this. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, TDCF had a flashmob on last Thursday and we sorta wrecked it but oh well, despite the failure, we still got to enjoy ourselves.(: Lovin' every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with her on the same day, and she pretty much made it sound like I was at fault all the time. Goddamnit! Making yourself sound so noble, wise and forgiving ain't the way to run things, lady. I admitted that I was off and no where to be seen at times, maybe more often than the rest of 'em but you guys are pretty judgmental, don't you think so? I never wanted to give up, but you guys have already given up and indirectly pushing me to stay outta it. So, what more can I say? The one last thing I'm gonna do is to fight back verbally. I enjoy myself way more when I'm around the other side of people because they're genuine and no where near bossy, judgmental and faking-around-as-if-you're-Gandhi; with you guys, I feel alienated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop saying that I'm not around enough to feel the bond.&lt;br /&gt;You've already looked at me with a different perspective. I don't have to satisfy you peeps, just gotta make sure you shut your fucking mouth up. Fuhh! I'm furious now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't exactly like blogging about all the unhappy and irritating issues but damn it! these people just get onto my nerves. Enough of 'em, I shall put it to an end now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sale season + Biology test + Chemistry test + Practicals = Stress + Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the books now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend, loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-6552768047336238893?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6552768047336238893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=6552768047336238893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6552768047336238893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6552768047336238893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/candy-bars-and-sweet-pops-no-where-near.html' title='Candy Bars and Sweet Pops, no where near reality.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TF4n8BA0VCI/AAAAAAAABTU/aBKSv4C1M6c/s72-c/tumblr_l6r3jlcQ921qz76g8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-2572502497400645647</id><published>2010-08-08T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:06:03.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Listening to: In my daughter's eyes by Martina Mcbride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV World Stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you shall read about it in the papers. If you haven't, flood your room with piles of old newspapers, dig into it and start keeping yourself abreast with the worldwide occurences. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. Sweaty. Wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums it up. It friggin' hell gave me fever, flu, major major headache and cough. Wtf. And I had to shove a Subway down my throat when I was sick. Urgh, big torture! On the contrary, Katy Perry was a real beauty though. No! I ain't gay. I'm perfectly straight, but she really is pretty though. Russel Brand, you lucky bastard. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was alright for the fact that I'm pretty much a concert virgin. (Not inclusive of Planetshakers.) Of course, it was really nice catchin' up with GZ girl, Chien. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuning into: World behind my wall by Tokio Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how everybody used to say that the past is for you to look back without remorse; and for us to turn back to learn a lesson and never let history repeats itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to agree with that more than anything. It wasn't tough to uphold as the ups and downs weren't as rough as what I went through this year. Emotionally, I gave myself a shock, a big wake-up call and a wall to be built. I never knew I would be put through all of those out of what I initially wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be one with joy, laughter and smiles, regardless of the shits surrounding me. I still am, as I believe that it's always nicer to bring a smile than a frown to all the others around you. Yet, in 2010,I sometimes felt that it ain't necessary to be happy all the time. Show it when you're mad, when you're furious, when you're annoyed..&lt;br /&gt;When you're sad though, I prefer to keep it to myself. (Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I do miss the one week we had, at times. But, when I come to my senses, I wish that I slapped you in your face,kicked your balls and punched you as hard as I could, when I was furious. I might sound really mad but I don't hate you. My anger tends to last for an hour or so? Lol! Mixed-up much, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for you, and the even better ones for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving forward, the path towards 'We're done!'&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not forgetting this, I so gotta get it off my chest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS LATIN VERY VERY MUCH! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-2572502497400645647?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2572502497400645647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=2572502497400645647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/2572502497400645647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/2572502497400645647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/butterfly-kisses.html' title='Butterfly kisses'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-2920948581137751447</id><published>2010-07-14T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:02:43.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiled Blood and Bad Hormones</title><content type='html'>Listening to: California Girls by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the nice pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance on Teachers' Day wasn't awesome as I pretty much screwed it up by panicking and lets say, I had something bothering me on my mind. Bloody hell! However, all in all, we did enjoy ourselves; and guess what? I'm lovin' Hiphop now. It's fun.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Flashmob. Druggies.. It was good. Despite the practices taking up an uncountable amount of my time, I learnt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TD2Q9PJwILI/AAAAAAAABTM/oQdRVZcvPww/s1600/37727_110236459027928_100001247235108_73398_4939422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493706502175727794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TD2Q9PJwILI/AAAAAAAABTM/oQdRVZcvPww/s320/37727_110236459027928_100001247235108_73398_4939422_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brillianto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already July now. I came to college with the purpose of studying, getting good grades, achieving what I set out to do and getting into the Uni I want in order to get outta the house by next year. I didn't sign up for dramas, heartbreaks, tears and complications. I learnt my lesson months ago and I intended to put an end to the entangled piece of shit I had to go through just 'cause you can't make up your mind, in that tiny little junky brain of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you made me change in a snap. Bravo! to you, for having the capability to do so; and Boohoo! to me, for believing you, trusting you, having faith in you and thinking that there was a slight chance that the idea of both of you has officially ended once and for all. That, I was dumb! I wasn't even thinking straight. Goddamnit! Even blogging about it makes me mad. Damn right, I am disappointed! Damn right, I'm furious! Damn right, I'm sad! Damn right, I despise the sight of both of you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right to warn you to leave me alone but you never listen. Look at us! Look at what just happened. Not a very pleasant scene for me to lay my eyes on and myself to have no choice but to stuck through it, and then, put a lovely smile on my face, just to please the both of you. I gotta fake a smile just to make you both feel better. But, guess what? I'm done with that. I'm not obligated to do so. You made a mistake, you deal with it, you live with your guilt(or not so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't accept the fact that you did a 36o degrees transformation within a week. If you don't call that another game of yours, what would you label it as? I've got no clue. I ain't at your disposal, dude. I don't shoo away when you're oh-so into her; and I don't come along when you get into an argument with her. For crying out loud, leave me outta your shits. You claimed that it wouldn't be right to cost me another tear, yet, you did everything other than keeping to that promise. I don't know how much those words, those lines and those promises worth to you, but not a single penny to me, at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week, was indeed very short. Yet, it made hell of an impact on me. I can't figure out the reason to that, so, don't bother asking. I don't understand what is it in me that prompted you to do so, what have I done to deserve to be treated in such manner and most of all, who the hell are you to do such things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a lot, yet speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just drive you nuts, don't they? as long as they don't drive you off the cliff eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerding mode officially turned on.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, suckerss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-2920948581137751447?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2920948581137751447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=2920948581137751447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/2920948581137751447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/2920948581137751447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/boiled-blood-and-bad-hormones.html' title='Boiled Blood and Bad Hormones'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TD2Q9PJwILI/AAAAAAAABTM/oQdRVZcvPww/s72-c/37727_110236459027928_100001247235108_73398_4939422_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-6497779680976071392</id><published>2010-06-15T22:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:07:24.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Straight Line and A Curve.</title><content type='html'>Tuning into Your love is my drug by Kesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, second day of college after the break wasn't that fun afterall. I was practically dozing off during Math lecture, much thanks to the solid 2 days of Mathematical theories which Mr.James had been stuffing down our throats. Technically choking us with boredom. On the contrary, fun times are of course the jokes we share among ourselves, G2-ers. And I warn you dudes out there, being in a class of 18 girls and 1 boy ain't as fortunate as you think it is. We bombard you with the lamest, most ridiculous and barbaric things which you can never imagine; and the best part is, we get away with it 'cause you've no say in everything of anything.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome much? Go figure.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving more thoughts about what I intend to pursue after SAM. Speaking of which, SAM's like a speeding car, it passes away fast and even before you could realize, it's already coming to an end. So, I have been doing some research, trying to settle with a final decision. In a nutshell, instead of settling with one, I opened up more choices for myself. A little confusing though.. Thus, am still in the process of thinking and deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons of emotions within me, especially the bottled up ones which I don't seem to be able to get it off my chest. Or, in actual fact, I'm unconsciously reluctant to do so; and I myself know why. I guess. I've so much to tell you and yet, I know I won't do so 'cause I don't wanna deal with the consequences. I've got my mind set that a little change would affect and confuse me. I don't know what to do with you. And so, I'll do what I'm best at; 'Just go with the flow.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the performance.&lt;br /&gt;Missing it to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeU9jqahqI/AAAAAAAABSM/HELiZkCYEfo/s1600/32108_400661883801_633218801_4322777_1846521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeU9jqahqI/AAAAAAAABSM/HELiZkCYEfo/s320/32108_400661883801_633218801_4322777_1846521_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483014856612939426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeVpyT4mQI/AAAAAAAABSc/f4u1wqJURfE/s1600/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeVpyT4mQI/AAAAAAAABSc/f4u1wqJURfE/s320/DSC00472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483015616459217154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em, Jo, Chia Sern and Jacklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeWUOGpzNI/AAAAAAAABS0/cowTuzOpKHQ/s1600/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeWUOGpzNI/AAAAAAAABS0/cowTuzOpKHQ/s320/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483016345474419922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeWE9NmjKI/AAAAAAAABSs/9_AKIl3AwWs/s1600/DSC00466.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeWE9NmjKI/AAAAAAAABSs/9_AKIl3AwWs/s1600/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeWE9NmjKI/AAAAAAAABSs/9_AKIl3AwWs/s320/DSC00466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483016083242126498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny, Em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeV7LTIIyI/AAAAAAAABSk/qSu507MYnmk/s1600/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeV7LTIIyI/AAAAAAAABSk/qSu507MYnmk/s320/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483015915224703778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, ze partner yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeVLALnk6I/AAAAAAAABSU/SAJumIpuKZ8/s1600/31648_400662518801_633218801_4322799_3376000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeVLALnk6I/AAAAAAAABSU/SAJumIpuKZ8/s320/31648_400662518801_633218801_4322799_3376000_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483015087606698914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny, Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissbang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-6497779680976071392?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6497779680976071392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=6497779680976071392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6497779680976071392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6497779680976071392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-straight-line-and-curve.html' title='It&apos;s A Straight Line and A Curve.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBeU9jqahqI/AAAAAAAABSM/HELiZkCYEfo/s72-c/32108_400661883801_633218801_4322777_1846521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-7661537080352108226</id><published>2010-06-14T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:39:38.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engraved.</title><content type='html'>Tuning into Unthinkable by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow homosapiens, didn't I keep to my words that I'll check in once in awhile? Yes, I did.(: Blogger's getting a little creative nowadays, if you do happen to keep an eye on the new template designer application. I'mlovin'it! I love all these sorts, especially with the abstracts and colors. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Impressionante! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Oh, and not leaving out the part where most people are hooked onto &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr &lt;/a&gt;nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;So, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;you would have known or not know, I had been on a 2 weeks break. Speaking of which, I was planning to nerd my lungs out throughout the ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;lidays since Semester 1 didn't turn out that well despite I myself knowing that I'll be pretty much caught up with CAL prom performance practices. Been real long since I last put on my Latin shoes; so, frankly, feels a little odd when I was dancing in it. I was really enthusiastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;about getting my grades back to where I want them to be. Gungho much eyh?(: However, I didn't do much besides Maths. Numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of college after the break was fun, especially when you're in a class of 18 girls and 1 boy. Haha! Yet, despite all the smiles and laughter broken out, there's still a part within me which pauses and ponders about tons of issues. From my future to my current results, my dream, my goals, my friends, my family and the list goes on boundlessly. My face expressions range from :D, :(, -.-, ^^ to =S.  I wonder whether I'm sane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt a lot during the previous 6 months. I fell, I tripped and I stumbled across a million things that I myself wouldn't have listed them down on my To-do-list or even bucket list, if you could think so far ahead. *Touch wood!* I grew up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;and changed; but as people tend to not learn from previous scars by allowing history repeats itself, I find myself hard to control as well. I do things that I don't wish for myself to dig into again; some say it's petty but I say they trivialize the effect of it. Failing to do so, I find myself running in circles at times. I'm still doing fine now, but I'm writing this to remind myself about my priorities in life. What do I want to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes first? Think, Yeeaun; think!&lt;br /&gt;My mom always say: 'Girl, God gave you a good brain; you're a smart girl, but you're not using it well.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;She's partially right, I guess. I grant myself a month or so to figure that out. I am eager to know the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll keep trying, until I get what I want. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBYFFvunzgI/AAAAAAAABSE/MT00XmI_Lnw/s1600/30183_398106425546_645755546_4354988_5741660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBYFFvunzgI/AAAAAAAABSE/MT00XmI_Lnw/s320/30183_398106425546_645755546_4354988_5741660_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482575192639655426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Latino girls.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-7661537080352108226?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7661537080352108226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=7661537080352108226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7661537080352108226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7661537080352108226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/engraved.html' title='Engraved.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/TBYFFvunzgI/AAAAAAAABSE/MT00XmI_Lnw/s72-c/30183_398106425546_645755546_4354988_5741660_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-7242491899642498831</id><published>2010-05-31T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:47:27.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, you need to take a break, breathe!</title><content type='html'>Tuning into: When I look at you by Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Surprised to see me here? Well, I've got no intentions of completely ditching my blog but of course, I'm not one of those bloggers who signs in to Blogger every single day. Me, maybe once in a fortnight or a month? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I used to blog almost everyday; then, I stopped. I don't remember why, so, don't bother asking. I used to be alot, used to do plenty of things, used to want alot too. Then, as time passed by and I grew up, I forgo some of the things which used to top my list. I now only want a few things that matter most to me; it is a good thing! Don't get me wrong.. It clarifies things and unwinds the bottled up junks that revolve around my head unendingly. I would say that I'm partially on the track of discovering my identity, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I used to buy a big whole chunk of magazines and spend hours reading them, feeling through spreads and spreads of pretty pages with irresistable clothings, skinny gawky-looking models and of course, most importantly, the photography. Then, I would daydream about myself being the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine. 2 years back, I thought that I've had enough of those; that I started spending money on books instead. My greatest discovery of all-The Notebook, The Wish List and My Sister's Keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the changes, I never forgo shoes. Haha! No doubt, that's a keeper.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I'm currently stuck in coll's library and THIS close to singing out loud Imma Be. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, mate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-7242491899642498831?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7242491899642498831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=7242491899642498831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7242491899642498831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7242491899642498831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-you-need-to-take-break-breathe.html' title='Girl, you need to take a break, breathe!'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-6946661029321763305</id><published>2010-04-29T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:30:59.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iWords. The unbend bent road.</title><content type='html'>Tuning into: Hey, Soul Sister by Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo to the Poyo!&lt;br /&gt;So I just had the most happening week of a college student can have. Oh,have I mentioned? Happening with Biology and Chemistry internal examinations as well as Mathematical Studies Directed Investigation. To top off the icing with candies, I have got an essay dateline. A human awareness essay draft. A scientific essay. Yeah, you heard me. I am now an official young scientist who's so capable of writing an essay based on my amateur experimental skills and scientific knowledge. Interested of becoming the scapegoat of one of my oh-so-successful experiments? Haha! I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, anyway, down with Biology draft. Oh dear, I'm so deprived of sleep now; but here's something to share, I did an experiment. Lol! Sleeping at 12 midnight and then getting up around 3am to study is way much better than studying through the night till 3am. Seriously, I kid you not. You don't need no Brands chicken essence the next morning..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why grass is green, sky is blue, clouds are white, water is colourless? Well, if you haven't, give it a try. Try imagining grass in pink, sky in purple, clouds in orange and water in grey; or whatever colour you want. The result is .. you are high on glucose! Haha, lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I really wonder people can resist not eating. Food is not only a daily necessity, it's also a form of satisfaction, enjoyment, luxury and etc. Scrumptious scrumptious food, I say. Speaking of which, I just had my first Éclair few days back. Heavenly awesome, people! Go try it. It's actually a long thin pastry made with choux dough filled with cream and topped with icing. Ohmy. I crave for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S9lYMXdn-YI/AAAAAAAABR8/JTzWPdMAA3g/s1600/Eclair.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465496592270752130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S9lYMXdn-YI/AAAAAAAABR8/JTzWPdMAA3g/s320/Eclair.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I stumbled across Twitter page and realised that it has been pretty darn long since I last went onto my Tweet! account. Time to check on it again..&lt;br /&gt;It's time to put everything aside, besides studies.&lt;br /&gt;I need a wake up slap. That's all!&lt;br /&gt;Kisshearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome weekend ahead, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-6946661029321763305?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6946661029321763305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=6946661029321763305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6946661029321763305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6946661029321763305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-can-make-me-laugh-harder-than-i.html' title='iWords. The unbend bent road.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S9lYMXdn-YI/AAAAAAAABR8/JTzWPdMAA3g/s72-c/Eclair.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-5220427144885026741</id><published>2010-04-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:12:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of vanilla and hazelnuts. (:</title><content type='html'>I am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed me. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-5220427144885026741?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5220427144885026741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=5220427144885026741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/5220427144885026741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/5220427144885026741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-vanilla-and-hazelnuts.html' title='Of vanilla and hazelnuts. (:'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-3209752434477079246</id><published>2010-04-26T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:04:04.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking on me veins arteries and capillaries</title><content type='html'>Tuning into: Need you now by Lady Antebellum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is again, a Monday. People regard it as a bad day as always; since it's the start of a week, indicating that there's hell of a stretch more to go until we all get enjoy Friday night-outs. I used to have that hurt-mentality as well, back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Then, came along college, which I thought was fun, interesting and most of all, way much better than whatever that I was put through in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; therefore, Monday was never a big No-no for me ever since 2010 started.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; adding on the missing pieces I found through the days in college, pretty much like taking a heart-throbbing roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course, I got to ditch History, &lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS!&lt;/strong&gt; and the whole big pile of ten subjects which were literally shovelled down my throat, blocking my respiratory and digestive tracts. How unhealthy! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So to all SPM-ers out there, if you're on the sick bed very often this year, now you know why, blame SPM blame the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the hip in me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is where the road turns. I briefed through a little on the issue I had to go through in the come-back post. So this is it, what more could college drama be other than BGR right? Lol! It wouldn't be plainly just one of us who made a mistake; it was the both of us. However, everytime I made my mind&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(or maybe that made-up yet.Lol!),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he has this authority in or aura around him that could turn me three hundred &amp;amp; sixty degrees the other way around. I wouldn't say I gave in but out of all the complications between the both of us, I stuck through and stayed in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everytime I do that, I would wonder what went into me, after I got off the phone with him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everytime I changed my mind, things get better for a couple of days and then, it went back to how it was again. The terrible state.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everytime I talked to him about it, it doesn't leave the same old grandma issue. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hff.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that really ticks me off, it really does. I was on the verge of slamming anything I can get hold of at that moment onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I didn't of course; I tortured my keypad instead.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, the cycle goes on and on and on and on again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were few moments when things were alright but I, myself just ticked him off by saying unnecessary things. You know how does it feel like? It's you yourself feeling that things can't be that right and straight that you had to, you just had to do something to make things go wrong. Oh well, I guess that merry-go-round thing struck me and I made everybody go haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get hold of how is it possible for him to turn my and his decision around within 24 hours when he said he couldn't make one at first. Wth right? I ain't pissed, so, no biggy. I can now comprehend the reason he gave but everytime I don't say a word, he gets all jumbo jumbo up and annoyed. Yet, when I express myself, he thinks that it shows my bad true colours. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's good and bad in terms of true colours, at least in &lt;strong&gt;his &lt;/strong&gt;term, just so you know. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went over-board and across my limits. And so of course, nothing's going on right now right at this moment. Even with the agreement of being friends again and going back to how we used to be, it isn't the same anymore and honestly speaking, from the bottom of my heart, I hate it. I hate what it is like now, what it turned out to be. I really do. I wanted to do my part as a friend, but somehow, I turned out to be different from what I thought I myself had the capability of doing. So what now? What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; If you know me well enough, you would know that I say things out of anger at times; which is bad I know. I just gotta learn, we all do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether what you said was genuine or to get back at me. If it is a pay-back, well, just so you know, you succeeded, very well done. Thumbs up for you?&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna stay in this sucky state for awhile, I know but for crying loud!, can it be different? I despise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Truthfully, I wanted things to go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of those, I wanted to. I don't know why though.&lt;br /&gt;Shall bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy person. Lol! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hit the books now. Nerding time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-3209752434477079246?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3209752434477079246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=3209752434477079246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/3209752434477079246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/3209752434477079246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/choking-on-me-veins-arteries-and.html' title='Choking on me veins arteries and capillaries'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-6604821209014322092</id><published>2010-04-22T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:29:34.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The come-back.</title><content type='html'>You could pretty much tell that I never was a constant blogger but back then, when we were all still young little adorable teens in high school, I blogged way much more than the current blogging rate I'm going. You see, SAM just keeps me busy all the time and I mean it, I repeat, very very very busy.&lt;br /&gt;I should say I've got no time to breathe. Suffocating. Strangle me.&lt;br /&gt;Just to describe how busy I can be. So now you get the picture. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I ain't gonna get into details now since I'm not even halfway through the work I'm supposed to complete. Yet I'm blogging. I wonder why.. My weirdness and I. so awesomely awesome mann.*Shows rocker sign and pierced tongue* Okay.I do not have a pierced tongue despite the fact that I think it's pretty cool to have one. Spare you a little secret of mine, I now so think that piercings are damn cool but the thought of going through the pain. Argh! Screw the shalalalala coolness. Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My weird alien language and I again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guess it must be the influence from Vic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, things have been pretty rough these days and I'm trying my best to cope with it. Trust me, it's pretty much my best already. If it doesn't go right again I'll just burst and paboom!:(  Oh might even get a piercing for each sadness and gloomy moments I have. I might, you know. I kid you not. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Don't get close to me if you don't know what you want. I might go along with it and things will turn out bad. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like it already did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why say more when everything's already done and un-undo-able right?&lt;br /&gt;I stammer when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll run away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-6604821209014322092?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6604821209014322092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=6604821209014322092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6604821209014322092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6604821209014322092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-back.html' title='The come-back.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-7765303542400927837</id><published>2010-02-26T14:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:26:44.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push the Stop! button. Hold the Play! button.</title><content type='html'>Tuning into: Tik Tok by Kesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally on a Pause! mode. Everything has been barging in back to back, from homework&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(especially the annoying accounting studies!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to exams, to assignments, to class rep work, to campaigns and to replying emails. I need some space and air, oh! not forgetting the utmost important &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;! Look at me, look at me right now, I look so much of a big fat panda with puffy eyes. Well, not exactly fat 'cause I feel thinner now after the the purging session I suffered from yesterday. Haha! So, having diarrhea isn't such a bad thing afterall? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Despite I myself being so adorable already&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pandas are still cuter than me. Or do you think otherwise?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Triple-chin laugh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so, let me blog a little about college. Been 2 months, and I sorta feel that I'm settling into reality that I really am in college now! Whoosh, the workload, once again. Hit me drop dead flat. So, went through the interview for SAM Student Council few weeks ago and had been campaigning since Monday. Honestly speaking, it might seem to be a very short period of time but it's very much of a tiring and frustrating work; I caught myself thinking about giving up a few times.=/ Yet, I stuck through it. So, double thumbs up for me yoo!(: Many thanks to Penny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got off Skype with Chrisssyy. Really missed her a lot, as she said, she misses my voice and talking to me like some 'pasar' aunty as well.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; People in college, studies in college and time spent in college. Everything seems so much only on the surface, but I guess that's what make me(or everyone of you out there) appreciate your long time friends much much more. Don't get me wrong, new friends in college are nice but we just got to know each other for 2 months? How far close can we go right? Give it some time and thought. Oh, that excludes Em though. We knew each other since we were playing 'masak-masak' and serving our parents plastic cookies in mini plastic plates. 13 years and more to go, woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d-KYni94I/AAAAAAAABRs/L_du6vyPxzw/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d-KYni94I/AAAAAAAABRs/L_du6vyPxzw/s200/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442457391572645762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d-El5u9WI/AAAAAAAABRk/f2mUOOT_ZbI/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d-El5u9WI/AAAAAAAABRk/f2mUOOT_ZbI/s200/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442457292059374946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d8oAvpzkI/AAAAAAAABRc/oniVYTIg9Rs/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d8oAvpzkI/AAAAAAAABRc/oniVYTIg9Rs/s200/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442455701537017410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d8hqUqPXI/AAAAAAAABRU/PIjnCCELFQA/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d8hqUqPXI/AAAAAAAABRU/PIjnCCELFQA/s200/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442455592439004530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that's us! What we do when we get bored in the car, on the way home. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;GLEE! Despite watching it for only 4 times so far, I can still laugh hard about it, until my stomach starts aching and I myself wanting to pee every moment. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lmao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Watching those dudes dancing, definitely laughter-triggering.(: Go Matthew Morrison! Go Lea Michele! Nice songs, nice series. You have got to love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d_8kIF-_I/AAAAAAAABR0/LveZtQSwfCs/s1600-h/18856_285627121775_674686775_4050879_926994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d_8kIF-_I/AAAAAAAABR0/LveZtQSwfCs/s400/18856_285627121775_674686775_4050879_926994_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442459353167035378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d5N6WlfeI/AAAAAAAABQ8/X99d5DZPPYM/s1600-h/21572_295445451691_599651691_3399561_820615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d5N6WlfeI/AAAAAAAABQ8/X99d5DZPPYM/s400/21572_295445451691_599651691_3399561_820615_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442451954609782242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-7765303542400927837?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7765303542400927837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=7765303542400927837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7765303542400927837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/7765303542400927837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/02/push-stop-button-hold-play-button.html' title='Push the Stop! button. Hold the Play! button.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S4d-KYni94I/AAAAAAAABRs/L_du6vyPxzw/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-660580482136740619</id><published>2010-02-15T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:18:41.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Deadly; So Lively</title><content type='html'>Indeed, so many texts, tweets, posts and messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are lots and lots of humans/homosapiens, just like you and I, who have Twitter, Facebook and Blogger accounts. It's so common that people text or tweet or blog or leave messages on others' walls even when they themselves are in the loo, busy doing big business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty disgusting, I know, but don't lie! I'm sure every single one you did that. Well, at least once, 'cause &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lol! However, how do certain bloggers manage to blog every single day, without miss? Better still, some of 'em blog really well, different issues on different days.. Damn awesome lah those people.(:&lt;br /&gt;I shall just leave mine to rot and then revive it whenever I feel like doing so.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed and happy chinese new year, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Go rob the adults for angpows. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuning into: Lady Marmalade by Christina Aguilera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-660580482136740619?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/660580482136740619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=660580482136740619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/660580482136740619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/660580482136740619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-deadly-so-lively.html' title='So Deadly; So Lively'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-6759156352525452168</id><published>2010-01-31T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:35:41.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you laugh hard,hit ur head on the wall hard,</title><content type='html'>and then laugh hard again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January's coming to end in another few more hours, college has already been going on for 3 weeks and I have been climbing up 8 flights of stairs every morning at 8am for the past 3 weeks; so, here I am, trying to be a less sucky blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, college's fun and tiring. That's what I say to everyone who bombards me with the 'So, how's college?' question. What more can I say? You wouldn't want me to go:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, college starts at 8. On Monday, I have class till 11, then an hour break and the day ends at 3. For Tuesday, class starts at 8&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; too&lt;/span&gt;, then an hour break at 11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;, and the day ends at 3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;. On Wednesday, yada yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;That's a daily report, for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through what Shel said on her blog, about hectic daily schedule in college and not being able to really keep in touch with high school mates. I sort of agree with that. Well, I might not have the craziest college hours of all, but the longer hours in college as compared to high school really is something I need to get used to. It makes me drop dead tired everyday; like I haven't been sleeping for God-knows how long.. Some of them might even think that I've got new friends now and I don't care about the old ones. That's not the case, I miss them and with no doubt, I am affected by the fact that we don't seem to talk to each other that much anymore. It's how we keep the bond rollin', keep it goin'.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, let's meet up, yooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone a little haywire. I actually thought that texting someone who's now in Genting will cost more than the usual rate. Right until I was awakened that Genting's in M'sia; not Mars. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome week ahead, peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-6759156352525452168?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6759156352525452168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=6759156352525452168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6759156352525452168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/6759156352525452168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-laugh-hardhit-ur-head-on-wall.html' title='When you laugh hard,hit ur head on the wall hard,'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-1723333855616626684</id><published>2010-01-12T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:24:54.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud to say that I am a Malaysian Chinese.</title><content type='html'>I am a female, a Chinese, an in-born racist who&lt;br /&gt;loves my own race.&lt;br /&gt;loves all food of all races.&lt;br /&gt;likes all songs of all races.&lt;br /&gt;likes the adorable new-born babies of all races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(As long as they are pinchable, kissable and adorable!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes the Chin-dian boys.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes all dances of all races.&lt;br /&gt;likes good movies of all races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Not too cheesy, not too boring ones.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am a Malaysian who doesn't entirely love me country, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;All races look down&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or should I say hate?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on each other, well, not all, but all of you, smarty pants should know what I mean. However, there really is one person who we, Malaysians should be proud of. Look at this and you might change your view on the M-s.&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna try listening it to first, then only see who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJ2ZrZnD7-s"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOiPf02bXKg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Video 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't upload the video itself. Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissbang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-1723333855616626684?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1723333855616626684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=1723333855616626684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/1723333855616626684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/1723333855616626684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-proud-to-say-that-i-am-malaysian.html' title='I am proud to say that I am a Malaysian Chinese.'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-4049958367180736041</id><published>2010-01-11T17:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:38:43.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand it, Get it, Comprehend it, cause It's Twenty Ten!</title><content type='html'>Tuning into: Vanilla Twilight by Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you get mad when he says something you don't wanna listen?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you blame it on him when he doesn't know the direction to a place?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you say 'Up to you!' when he asks you what to eat on a Saturday night out?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you get mad when he has no clue about your likes and dislikes after so long?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you get annoyed when he doesn't comprehend why you love chick flicks so much?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you dislike him tagging along when you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you hate it when he offers to hold your handbag?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you hate it when he watches you instead of the movie in a cinema?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you think that he's trying too hard when he texts you even during exam period?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you find it irritating when he texts and calls you everyday?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you dislike getting ' Baby,I love you.' messages everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is: He thinks that you would want him to tell the truth of all people and he doesn't know that you were in a bad mood. He enjoys going on random car rides and trips with you. He doesn't know that you're hinting on having your favorite dishes. He doesn't do mind-reading. He is a straight guy, afterall.  He thinks that the 'shopping with your girlfriend' phase is a must in the relationship. He thinks that carrying a handbag is too heavy for you.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He thinks that it is sweet, like honeysugarmarshemellowsweetchocolate. He really misses you. He misses you, he wants to talk to you, he wants to know you better. He thinks that it is the major Aww-factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my head off while typing all of these, because it sounds like a couple, consisting of a barbaric crazy girl and a sweet sentimental boy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is pretty much true.&lt;br /&gt;'Boys are simple. They are dumb and unobservant. ' -quoted a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;And so, it got me thinking. We, girls, really are barbarians lah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Deal with it, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oys, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd girls.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but those in pants should also buck up a little on their assumption and prediction skills. On the other hand, we gotta stop talking in circles. Nobody does mind-reading unless you want him to be some oh-so-special kid with special powers who has the potential to star in the Asian Heroes series&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wth right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all of us in 10 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8GoHMmVI/AAAAAAAABPM/-lBzOiQ1IzA/s1600-h/976_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8GoHMmVI/AAAAAAAABPM/-lBzOiQ1IzA/s200/976_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425425891898202450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8J_NXD8I/AAAAAAAABPU/pAEw12As_nA/s1600-h/976_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8J_NXD8I/AAAAAAAABPU/pAEw12As_nA/s200/976_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425425949637676994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8Nv2ZZnI/AAAAAAAABPc/0d_4lGIGjhU/s1600-h/976_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8Nv2ZZnI/AAAAAAAABPc/0d_4lGIGjhU/s200/976_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425426014234306162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8Q2x5PGI/AAAAAAAABPk/yUoVg2JLgdk/s1600-h/976_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px; font-weight: bold;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8Q2x5PGI/AAAAAAAABPk/yUoVg2JLgdk/s200/976_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425426067634076770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8UfK2ZbI/AAAAAAAABPs/R8pj2O1OEjQ/s1600-h/976_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8UfK2ZbI/AAAAAAAABPs/R8pj2O1OEjQ/s200/976_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425426130015774130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r89gsuz5I/AAAAAAAABP0/Wrm36dL3Hio/s1600-h/976_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r89gsuz5I/AAAAAAAABP0/Wrm36dL3Hio/s200/976_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425426834800955282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r98uA4wnI/AAAAAAAABQk/8nvs6nyzlCM/s1600-h/976_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r98uA4wnI/AAAAAAAABQk/8nvs6nyzlCM/s200/976_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425427920706912882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r9EbbFbEI/AAAAAAAABQE/fkJux_zDPPA/s1600-h/976_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r9EbbFbEI/AAAAAAAABQE/fkJux_zDPPA/s200/976_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425426953643846722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r9HpZmJ5I/AAAAAAAABQM/B7MGpDWwNnI/s1600-h/976_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r9HpZmJ5I/AAAAAAAABQM/B7MGpDWwNnI/s200/976_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425427008935307154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r9K3ZD6sI/AAAAAAAABQU/U7cC-9Dcr7Y/s1600-h/976_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r9K3ZD6sI/AAAAAAAABQU/U7cC-9Dcr7Y/s200/976_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425427064230767298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here comes the girls' issue. I need a haircut. My hair looks like a bush. Ugh. I wanted to chop my locks off and have something like Victoria Beckham's Bob, or maybe something longer. Yet, I can't. I have locks with curls.&lt;br /&gt;Another pain in my big fat ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-4049958367180736041?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4049958367180736041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=4049958367180736041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/4049958367180736041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/4049958367180736041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/01/understand-it-get-it-comprehend-it.html' title='Understand it, Get it, Comprehend it, cause It&apos;s Twenty Ten!'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0r8GoHMmVI/AAAAAAAABPM/-lBzOiQ1IzA/s72-c/976_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-3645837620335633211</id><published>2010-01-09T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:15:03.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fyi Ellen Degeneres is the new American Idol judge. Ugh!</title><content type='html'>Got off the last year seventeen's period and heading towards the first of year eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled? I would say that I'm not overly excited. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Oh yay oh yay! whoa! wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need college lessons to start right away! As I said, there's no doubt that 3 weeks break isn't satisfactory but stinking/rotting at home is taking me no where besides the pigs' barn. I am too small to be in it since the Malaysian pigs which I had seen are all big fat ugly disgusting dirty and sloppy. I'm certain that none of you want to die crushed by a pig's leg right? Pigs excrete waste products aka shit whenever and wherever they want. They are grey in colour and dirty. So wake up people! pigs aren't pink in colour and definitely not pinch-able or cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Place-based Definitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex in a boat - oar-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a nerd - dork-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex at the entrance to your house - door-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on carpet or linoleum - floor-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex at the supermarket - store-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex at a Steven King Movie - horror-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a prostitute - whore-gasms&lt;br /&gt;Sex with an accountant - bore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex while sleeping - snore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with cartoon donkeys - Eyeore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex while broke - poor-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a lion - roar-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex for hours and hours on end - sore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on a golf course - fore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a nymphomaniac (or Ritzi) - more-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex in a gold mine - ore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a dermatologist - pore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a politician - Al Gore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with Chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers - s'more-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a bullfighter - toreador-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a masked man carrying a sword - zorro-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the beach - shore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex at an all-you-can-eat buffet - smorgasbord-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on a cruise ship deck - shuffleboard-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex in asia - Singapore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex among the wonders of nature - outdoor-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex in the vicinity of a garbage can - odor-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the way to the train - 'All Aboard'-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex that wasn't very satisfying - 'There's the door'-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex in an adult theater - hard-core-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with someone who's not paying attention - ignore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a competitive partner - score-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex while flying - soar-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a beloved partner - adore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a meat-eater - carnivore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a person who's got a really bad hairdo - pompadore-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with someone who's got bad taste in clothes - velour-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex while travelling - tour-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a big dog - labrador-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with Beavis and Butthead - 'GonnaScore'-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on stairs at the mall - escalator-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with three of your friends - four-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex with a norse God - Thor-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;Sex when resistance is futile - Borg-gasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumble Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormitory&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evangelist&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;Evil's Agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;A Rope Ends It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Morse Code&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;Here Come Dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slot Machines&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;Cash Lost in 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animosity&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;Is No Amity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman Hitler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snooze Alarms&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;Alas! No More Z's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Decimal Point&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Dot in Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earthquakes&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;That Queer Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven plus two&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;Twelve plus one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the grand finale:&lt;br /&gt;President Clinton Of USA&lt;br /&gt;Rearranged with no letters left over into:&lt;br /&gt;To copulate he finds interns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-3645837620335633211?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3645837620335633211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=3645837620335633211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/3645837620335633211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/3645837620335633211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/01/fyi-ellen-degeneres-is-new-american.html' title='Fyi Ellen Degeneres is the new American Idol judge. Ugh!'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096588986144097788.post-694050503888038324</id><published>2010-01-06T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:08:13.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>It's a new year but new beginnings are over-rated. So, count me out for new year resolutions. A 3 weeks break definitely isn't satisfactory and staying home for the day makes me crave&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for more excitement and intriguing issues for this new year. It's an itch with uncertainty that I can't describe but I know the need to connect, to feel and to experience all the new ones ahead of me, in this whole new perpendicular chapter(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I meant college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Definitely, you and I won't want it to be parallel as the previous ones in high school. It's too plain!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thus, shall wait and see what comes next with no fear, no limits and no restriction on age&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for it to be a charmed new chapter in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' Photography is more than just pretty pictures – it is a means of communication, expression and that which shapes our memories. ''&lt;br /&gt;- quoted from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I like people-watching more though.(: I find it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Boy,red head and monks in Siem Reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0SmWBjbDKI/AAAAAAAABO0/54M5sYV-l-o/s1600-h/CIMG0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0SmWBjbDKI/AAAAAAAABO0/54M5sYV-l-o/s200/CIMG0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423642748565261474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0Smh9b9l-I/AAAAAAAABO8/uCKFxHpOs5E/s1600-h/PC104914+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0Smh9b9l-I/AAAAAAAABO8/uCKFxHpOs5E/s200/PC104914+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423642953618659298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0SnLTc1DoI/AAAAAAAABPE/sxkOO9vZwes/s1600-h/PC094822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0SnLTc1DoI/AAAAAAAABPE/sxkOO9vZwes/s200/PC094822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423643663902510722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissbang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096588986144097788-694050503888038324?l=yeeaunnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/feeds/694050503888038324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096588986144097788&amp;postID=694050503888038324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/694050503888038324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096588986144097788/posts/default/694050503888038324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeeaunnn.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010_06.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Yeeaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08656716707681141556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPnvb_zyRlY/S0SmWBjbDKI/AAAAAAAABO0/54M5sYV-l-o/s72-c/CIMG0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
