<?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-6056019792301344432</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:10:00.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart Loves You</title><subtitle type='html'>When you think nobody does, remember it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-4686215383121063421</id><published>2009-12-23T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:13:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One call.&lt;br /&gt;One bloody phone call was all it took.&lt;br /&gt;All one minute and eleven seconds of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was going to congratulate myself, you had to come ransack my world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for re-introducing yourself into my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my life already, although I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-4686215383121063421?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4686215383121063421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4686215383121063421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-call.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8084093841122989785</id><published>2009-11-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:21:23.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Keep the faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8084093841122989785?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8084093841122989785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8084093841122989785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-2071467047064949309</id><published>2009-10-27T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:51:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DH: What's my favourite food and drink?&lt;br /&gt;WS: *looks at Hello Panda in his hands* Uh, Hello Panda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deathstare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WS: Oh! Eh, sweets!&lt;br /&gt;DH: No, it's chicken. Drink?&lt;br /&gt;WS: I know, water.&lt;br /&gt;DH: Go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;WS: Coke?&lt;br /&gt;DH: Excuse me, peach tea. Your favourite food's chocolate right! No wait, prawn mee!&lt;br /&gt;WS: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;DH: Favourite drink's Milo!&lt;br /&gt;WS: Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH: So what's my favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;WS: *sweats* Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH: Top three favourite colours!&lt;br /&gt;WS: Black, white, yellow, uh.&lt;br /&gt;DH: Green, red and blue. Oh my god, you noob. I know yours okay, red, yellow, orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely horrified.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even name one of brother's favourites when he actually remembers every single one of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-2071467047064949309?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2071467047064949309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2071467047064949309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/dh-whats-my-favourite-food-and-drink-ws.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8539738100776466139</id><published>2009-09-18T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:01:18.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard work always outlives play. Shiatty school term's here again. I'm keeping my fingers crossed my name's in the list come Convocation 2010. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I will not die, I'll wait here for you&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive, when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;I will not die, I'll wait here for you&lt;br /&gt;In my time of dying&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Three Days Grace-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8539738100776466139?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8539738100776466139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8539738100776466139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/hard-work-always-outlives-play.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7380191131597187971</id><published>2009-08-02T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:14:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reminded yet again of earlier years, years I spent with Hana Yori Dango.&lt;br /&gt;Anime, manga, drama.&lt;br /&gt;Time spent obsessing over Domyoji Tsukasa, the childlike yet sweet prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SnVKPLG2XMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fTk_ahJJlXQ/s1600-h/Desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SnVKPLG2XMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fTk_ahJJlXQ/s400/Desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365276155621825730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Over Flowers, rediscovering innocence. Man this feels good. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7380191131597187971?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7380191131597187971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7380191131597187971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-reminded-yet-again-of-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SnVKPLG2XMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fTk_ahJJlXQ/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-93618752741779889</id><published>2009-07-18T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:57:34.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly I don't have a love-hate relationship with my favouritest pain-in-the-arse anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU DEAR BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;Arigato for the cutest yellow earbuds, even if for no particular reason. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-93618752741779889?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/93618752741779889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/93618752741779889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/suddenly-i-dont-have-love-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-6625554743487364749</id><published>2009-07-15T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:05:36.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sl3vab-NmvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qhCXIT_qZ54/s1600-h/D.I.M..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sl3vab-NmvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qhCXIT_qZ54/s400/D.I.M..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358702369105091314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man the dangers I brave for a good listen.&lt;br /&gt;You'd do it too when an album sets you back by a good 80 bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I love Google. It gets me everything.&lt;br /&gt;31 minutes to music nirvana. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-6625554743487364749?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6625554743487364749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6625554743487364749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-dangers-i-brave-for-good-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sl3vab-NmvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qhCXIT_qZ54/s72-c/D.I.M..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8861267423910206193</id><published>2009-07-05T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:25:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's people like this who remind me of the reason I love the piano. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/riU2Mkw9y_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/riU2Mkw9y_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8861267423910206193?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8861267423910206193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8861267423910206193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-people-like-this-who-remind-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8312301644871251886</id><published>2009-07-04T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:44:38.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So goes the 70s look.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend, I hope the photoshoot later today goes well.&lt;br /&gt;The things I put myself through for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sk41GE5yajI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IjGNsmi17J8/s1600-h/P7030514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sk41GE5yajI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IjGNsmi17J8/s400/P7030514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354275385501706802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man I'm loving those new highlights. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8312301644871251886?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8312301644871251886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8312301644871251886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-goes-70s-look.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sk41GE5yajI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IjGNsmi17J8/s72-c/P7030514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7125216116806463951</id><published>2009-07-02T14:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:25:05.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so there was Taylor Swift, The Swift and The Fray but still, I'm back to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu7NdEYWs_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu7NdEYWs_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIM 15.07.2009 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7125216116806463951?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7125216116806463951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7125216116806463951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-so-there-was-taylor-swift-swift.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8555956170557101392</id><published>2009-06-12T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:32:53.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the playing begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SjJmUwahYiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eWI9oE-cH0E/s1600-h/500da3a59510d9d49052eec4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SjJmUwahYiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eWI9oE-cH0E/s400/500da3a59510d9d49052eec4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346448214421758498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gawd my Number One.&lt;br /&gt;I'll marry you in a heartbeat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8555956170557101392?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8555956170557101392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8555956170557101392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/beginning-of-play.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SjJmUwahYiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eWI9oE-cH0E/s72-c/500da3a59510d9d49052eec4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-498163928074345173</id><published>2009-06-05T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:40:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;You don't even try to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Three Days Grace-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-498163928074345173?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/498163928074345173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/498163928074345173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/over-and-over-over-and-over-you-make-me_05.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7424617290082396290</id><published>2009-06-03T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:20:05.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shitty examination attempts. Shitty passport. Shitty fines and shitty mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there's been a fair amount of shitty things going on these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MY HOLIDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7424617290082396290?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7424617290082396290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7424617290082396290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/shitty-examination-attempts.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3557652540567909593</id><published>2009-05-22T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:49:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh the great Mr Narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day someone pares through that thick-skin of yours is the day the world loses a hunk of dry humour, pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my soulmate and I can't wait for end June when my FAVOURITE alcoholic gets back in town! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3557652540567909593?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3557652540567909593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3557652540567909593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-great-mr-narcissist.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7865471059331016888</id><published>2009-05-12T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:11:19.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawd I'm losing my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insanity of the highest degree. Shiat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7865471059331016888?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7865471059331016888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7865471059331016888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/gawd-im-losing-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8664514631610462555</id><published>2009-05-01T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:13:26.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The grey matter is fading and nerves are tightening. Gawd I better not suffer a collapse before the papers start. It's the loony time of the year again and damn it just comes too soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to Oz though. Soulmate! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8664514631610462555?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8664514631610462555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8664514631610462555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/grey-matter-is-fading-and-nerves-are.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-6620658659272125115</id><published>2009-04-19T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:32:31.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SetDeEYnyfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/g8C0tc-Vfg4/s1600-h/P4180483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SetDeEYnyfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/g8C0tc-Vfg4/s400/P4180483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326425168147892722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward thirty-three minutes: Happy 22nd best friend! Well, at least I waited close enough. Come on, it's just another half hour till April 20th. You know I love you so! I also know you loved our artistic side and the presents. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-6620658659272125115?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6620658659272125115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6620658659272125115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-forward-twenty-seven-minutes-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SetDeEYnyfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/g8C0tc-Vfg4/s72-c/P4180483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-5759129134612086578</id><published>2009-04-05T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:13:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New running shoes, new top, new shorts. I'm busted for April and oh it's just started. Thank goodness for the 40 percent slash at Nike. I dig the morning fresh air. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-5759129134612086578?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5759129134612086578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5759129134612086578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-running-shoes-new-top-new-shorts.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-2778840110545304965</id><published>2009-04-01T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:03:25.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SdOPd_QkmRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6gOQdZwRRpc/s1600-h/P4010316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SdOPd_QkmRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6gOQdZwRRpc/s400/P4010316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319753330214607122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a Shopholic. Chick flick just got better. (:&lt;br /&gt;Great day out! Pictures speak a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=88685&amp;amp;id=547415107&amp;amp;l=d6c98bad7c"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt; than &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=88686&amp;amp;id=547415107&amp;amp;l=3792686bb8"&gt;words&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-2778840110545304965?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2778840110545304965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2778840110545304965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-shopholic.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SdOPd_QkmRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6gOQdZwRRpc/s72-c/P4010316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-1496234262484446739</id><published>2009-03-30T13:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:11:51.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawd, Ferrari. You guys sure had a lousy season start, falling utterly off the Grid. Still, you can't deny Brawn GP was phenomenal. Woohooo, 2009 season's a must-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered last night the &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; recipe for Dark Chocolate Lava Cake. The awesome thing is, it's terribly foolproof and totally works. Too bad we cleared off the baking tray before I had time for some shots. Awww shucks, yes, I just plain forgot because I was too focused on checking out the warm flowing chocolate, so what. There's always the next round, with vanilla ice cream to top it off. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-1496234262484446739?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1496234262484446739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1496234262484446739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/gawd-ferrari.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7008041761293020005</id><published>2009-03-23T12:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:27:44.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sccaxfdl7mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R2g0_sNXucg/s1600-h/n700190058_2032401_411469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sccaxfdl7mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R2g0_sNXucg/s400/n700190058_2032401_411469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316247322695691874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccargZ2b3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/f_55DO9GJTs/s1600-h/n700190058_2032396_7231257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccargZ2b3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/f_55DO9GJTs/s400/n700190058_2032396_7231257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316247219869216626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccafwJSgAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SUOvERDHLmE/s1600-h/n700190058_2032194_5687110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccafwJSgAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SUOvERDHLmE/s400/n700190058_2032194_5687110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316247017936289794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Scca-Y-RUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qkphSh2O47Q/s1600-h/n700190058_2032467_5921268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Scca-Y-RUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qkphSh2O47Q/s400/n700190058_2032467_5921268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316247544292003938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/ScccdFfGB2I/AAAAAAAAANU/COH1_bTd28E/s1600-h/n700190058_2032574_7939386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/ScccdFfGB2I/AAAAAAAAANU/COH1_bTd28E/s400/n700190058_2032574_7939386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316249171148539746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sccc4NdJPSI/AAAAAAAAANk/TG5CLcsJJKI/s1600-h/n700190058_2032591_813401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sccc4NdJPSI/AAAAAAAAANk/TG5CLcsJJKI/s400/n700190058_2032591_813401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316249637144313122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccdiKsDomI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uvFNzHMHo-U/s1600-h/n700190058_2032252_5091459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccdiKsDomI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uvFNzHMHo-U/s400/n700190058_2032252_5091459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316250357956059746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccXWgIHC3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/D4WsM0lktVk/s1600-h/n700190058_2032530_2125717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SccXWgIHC3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/D4WsM0lktVk/s400/n700190058_2032530_2125717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316243560482671474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laughs, food and loads of fun. What more could I ask for on a lazy Sunday. I just love SIP, So Into Pwnage. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7008041761293020005?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7008041761293020005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7008041761293020005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/laughs-food-and-loads-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sccaxfdl7mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R2g0_sNXucg/s72-c/n700190058_2032401_411469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-5482433737278309586</id><published>2009-03-17T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:43:17.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I should get started on those scribbles and calculations. Boy, time just passes by on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The mugging momentum." - Kayla&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find that too babe! Too bad I never really had much of an aptitude for Physics. I shudder at the mere mention of projectiles, though momentum wasn't all that paralysing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study session with the girls yesterday was better than expected because frankly, I managed to complete some linear algebra exercises, even if partially. I realise I've thrown nearly everything back at the blackboard, which means more bloody self-studying. The NLB at Jurong East seems to be a frequent hangout these days, so frequent I might as well camp there. I'm looking forward to June already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sb-ox51nJqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RQrKJIagRTU/s1600-h/freedom-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sb-ox51nJqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RQrKJIagRTU/s400/freedom-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314151660613215906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to really sit down and catch this since forever and I finally managed to actually do it this evening. I'll say a well-spent two hours. I didn't even realise it was non-fictional. I think I'm getting my hands on the book, yet again at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I did what I had to do, because it was the right thing to do. That is all." - Miep Gies&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast to change, indeed. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-5482433737278309586?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5482433737278309586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5482433737278309586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-i-should-get-started-on-those.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sb-ox51nJqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RQrKJIagRTU/s72-c/freedom-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-6204244862107947610</id><published>2009-03-14T13:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:18:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sbs9mcrmxvI/AAAAAAAAALw/Otpi0pq-Qbg/s1600-h/P3140304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sbs9mcrmxvI/AAAAAAAAALw/Otpi0pq-Qbg/s400/P3140304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312907916157044466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frightfully addictive but I'm loving the frequent fridge trips all the same. Screw my brother for knowing me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 odd days till the examinations. Those books are still dusty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-6204244862107947610?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6204244862107947610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6204244862107947610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/frightfully-addictive-but-im-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/Sbs9mcrmxvI/AAAAAAAAALw/Otpi0pq-Qbg/s72-c/P3140304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3006243017901883065</id><published>2009-03-06T20:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:37:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a slight bout of the baking-bug disease lately. Maybe it's just the pre-examination pressure. It doesn't help with the major pain-in-the-arse (read: the being known as a brother) pestering you for a Chocolate Banana Roll at 10 PM. Okay, so what if I gave in to persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SbEgYL155tI/AAAAAAAAALg/6UAwrCwkR2Q/s1600-h/P3020222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SbEgYL155tI/AAAAAAAAALg/6UAwrCwkR2Q/s400/P3020222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310061035514357458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SbEgk8SbngI/AAAAAAAAALo/RbbZiOgXSw8/s1600-h/P3020226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SbEgk8SbngI/AAAAAAAAALo/RbbZiOgXSw8/s400/P3020226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310061254677339650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We digged stuffing ourselves with the chocolate smothered bananas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Chocolate Molten Lava Cake, Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups, Chocolate Pudding, Fruit Flan. Notice the chocolate. I think I'll have to spin the bottle on which to try first. I'll just nurse a Bailey's on the rocks, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3006243017901883065?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3006243017901883065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3006243017901883065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/having-slight-bout-of-baking-bug.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SbEgYL155tI/AAAAAAAAALg/6UAwrCwkR2Q/s72-c/P3020222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8892518586035833430</id><published>2009-02-22T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:59:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SaEFcpT8pCI/AAAAAAAAALI/I6XcwajodFw/s1600-h/He%27s+Just+Not+That+Into+You+%28210209%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SaEFcpT8pCI/AAAAAAAAALI/I6XcwajodFw/s400/He%27s+Just+Not+That+Into+You+%28210209%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305527825703150626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome Saturday. You girls are the best! I can't believe we actually busted that much buck, so much for our iron wills. 'He's Just Not That Into You'. Man, I love chick flicks with you two. More movie dates soon alright! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8892518586035833430?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8892518586035833430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8892518586035833430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SaEFcpT8pCI/AAAAAAAAALI/I6XcwajodFw/s72-c/He%27s+Just+Not+That+Into+You+%28210209%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8675600866188571239</id><published>2009-02-21T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:04:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in seventh heaven. Bestie and dearies know why. Soulmate, I've got so much to update you I don't even have a clue where to start. I miss you already and I can't wait for June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the feeling from long ago and it's been awhile. You have no idea just how your eyes get to me. I'm feeling good vibes with you and it's getting a tad too comfortable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh studies, please go away, even if I am excuses-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SZ-I17VCRVI/AAAAAAAAALA/P95vF9qw2M4/s1600-h/n532877154_1943461_8563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SZ-I17VCRVI/AAAAAAAAALA/P95vF9qw2M4/s400/n532877154_1943461_8563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109346106099026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An absolutely successful event people! Thank goodness those lines didn't slip my mind. Fantabulous job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8675600866188571239?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8675600866188571239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8675600866188571239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-in-seventh-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SZ-I17VCRVI/AAAAAAAAALA/P95vF9qw2M4/s72-c/n532877154_1943461_8563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8584916561002065460</id><published>2009-02-10T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:32:37.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, get out of my head already. Coincidence happens, or so my mind feebly thinks. It's full of you, you who were supposed to be eye candy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8584916561002065460?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8584916561002065460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8584916561002065460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-get-out-of-my-head-already.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3974966442978582233</id><published>2009-02-07T01:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:32:44.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking down, it seems my previous post was before the Lunar New Year and I'm still not in the most organised moods. Not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was a myriad of family, laughs, red packets, money, gambling and what else, goodies. I was particularly partial to the homemade peanut cookies, so much so that I'm eyeing the box at my Godmother's because the one in mine is long-gone empty. It just has this indescribable crunch and flavour that gives me the oumpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SYxziHzMKSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EkXpAfa10vQ/s1600-h/P1270074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SYxziHzMKSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EkXpAfa10vQ/s400/P1270074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299737891554732322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One whole generation. Oh, there's just one outlier. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving my new itouch. Okay, so it gave me headaches and heart attacks the first two days it was here because frankly, having to bring it back to Sydney to have it traded isn't exactly worth the couple of tens of dollars saved. However I'm glad to report it's now behaving well and boy do I love Tap Tap Revenge. Public transport just got slightly more bearable, until I have to start acting like a total lunatic flicking the touch about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I've decided you're back to being gorgeous eye candy, you had to go do something to give my heart another round of workouts. Workouts it hardly needs, especially when it gets enough from Mathematics and Economics subjects. Gosh, undergraduate study is under-rated. I need to get my priorities sorted, fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3974966442978582233?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3974966442978582233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3974966442978582233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-down-it-seems-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SYxziHzMKSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EkXpAfa10vQ/s72-c/P1270074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7768643664959912634</id><published>2009-01-25T14:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:08:51.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy weekend! With illegal new year goodies factory production lines, flower arrangements, people going in and out of rooms, it's no wonder we're all tired. The best thing though? We've got most of the family. Happy Chinese New Year everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwL_1MSLYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/izTn4lE4mMs/s1600-h/P1240017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwL_1MSLYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/izTn4lE4mMs/s400/P1240017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295120453119126914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Busy at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwMPcJB5FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3UDz6TChIa4/s1600-h/P1240019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwMPcJB5FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3UDz6TChIa4/s400/P1240019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295120721272497234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwMeDIfW3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/L7QqZ2PTJEw/s1600-h/P1240045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwMeDIfW3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/L7QqZ2PTJEw/s400/P1240045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295120972257385330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwMqFWvNnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wzl80XfBDuY/s1600-h/P1240028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwMqFWvNnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wzl80XfBDuY/s400/P1240028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295121179012445810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished masterpieces! Talk about artistic direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwM6-RiuHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wYtLqaSKt3U/s1600-h/P1240009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwM6-RiuHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wYtLqaSKt3U/s400/P1240009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295121469169383538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwNLW3hsdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XSdg3e_y58I/s1600-h/P1240011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwNLW3hsdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XSdg3e_y58I/s400/P1240011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295121750649057746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwNn9Z-1II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fnUa3_cj-2g/s1600-h/P1240013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwNn9Z-1II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fnUa3_cj-2g/s400/P1240013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295122242030457986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwOMj1BLSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7H9Nh6f2TSM/s1600-h/P1240036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwOMj1BLSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7H9Nh6f2TSM/s400/P1240036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295122870819695906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwOqKMb5lI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x71Xwxr2cHw/s1600-h/P1240039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwOqKMb5lI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x71Xwxr2cHw/s400/P1240039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123379334669906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwPKmk_1RI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GV7oykW_1G4/s1600-h/P1240010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwPKmk_1RI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GV7oykW_1G4/s400/P1240010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123936709694738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just some random shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7768643664959912634?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7768643664959912634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7768643664959912634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-weekend-with-illegal-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SXwL_1MSLYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/izTn4lE4mMs/s72-c/P1240017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-2941860533527326164</id><published>2009-01-18T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:25:17.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spring cleaning. Oh god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-2941860533527326164?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2941860533527326164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2941860533527326164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/spring-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-192652012988482499</id><published>2009-01-15T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:38:09.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't really remember what happened since my last update, so for what it's worth, it's been a real mess. And my approaching preliminary examinations ain't helping. Motivation eludes me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think you're cute beyond words! I can't take my eyes off you, not when I'm looking into yours. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-192652012988482499?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/192652012988482499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/192652012988482499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-really-remember-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-1900235064954193933</id><published>2009-01-04T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:28:06.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lousyyyyyyyy examination timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;279 0065       Macroeconomics - Wednesday, 13 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;279 0066       Microeconomics - Thursday, 14 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;279 0117        Advanced Calculus - Thursday, 4 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;279 0116        Abstract Mathematics - Friday, 5 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;279 0118        Advanced Linear Algebra - Thursday, 11 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still ain't started flipping through those notes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-1900235064954193933?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1900235064954193933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1900235064954193933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/lousyyyyyyyy-examination-timetable.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-5801939212281371274</id><published>2009-01-02T21:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:19:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I met bestie today and I have to say, so much for a good start to the year. Repeated, I know. I went with great intentions but turns out, an equally great failure. I studied about 10 minutes' worth of Microeconomics, which frankly might as well have been spent staring at the table. Dine was feeling equally disgusted so we deluded ourselves: WE NEED FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Subway at IMM! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SV4enof-B3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tEjhZJhmQ_0/s1600-h/Moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SV4enof-B3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tEjhZJhmQ_0/s400/Moi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286696678814779250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, we followed up with what girls do best, talk and shop! I'm absolutely thrilled with my new top from Fox! Post it sometime later when I wear it! Ah, so much for saving some bang but it was on 50 percent sale, therefore I spent less than I would otherwise have. That's a form of saving too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SV4fLZNrPfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/S3HnAU_lyQE/s1600-h/Moi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SV4fLZNrPfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/S3HnAU_lyQE/s400/Moi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286697293186809330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I'll post all these up to Facebook later. You guessed it darl, no empty talk this time round! I'm officially on! Wait for my tag, which incidentally is so gonna include the one you didn't want. Love ya. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-5801939212281371274?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5801939212281371274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5801939212281371274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-met-bestie-today-and-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SV4enof-B3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tEjhZJhmQ_0/s72-c/Moi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8171653722533483303</id><published>2009-01-02T00:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:55:38.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Drag and drop&lt;/u&gt;! Woohooo, you girls know me too well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzxX39MUhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uPp68Mk5CXc/s1600-h/Dempsey%21+%28311208%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzxX39MUhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uPp68Mk5CXc/s400/Dempsey%21+%28311208%291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365455086014994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzyEXbdHJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sKHlXQGBdUU/s1600-h/Dempsey%21+%28311208%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzyEXbdHJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sKHlXQGBdUU/s400/Dempsey%21+%28311208%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286366219448687762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA@DEMPSEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzyZaNletI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9RrUV73mrU8/s1600-h/Dempsey%21+%28311208%292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzyZaNletI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9RrUV73mrU8/s400/Dempsey%21+%28311208%292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286366580973075154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzzRpXawhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gqiNzXzzeiQ/s1600-h/Dempsey%21+%28311208%293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzzRpXawhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gqiNzXzzeiQ/s400/Dempsey%21+%28311208%293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286367547113521682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVz0Wheht7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/fy7ok4aHhig/s1600-h/Dempsey%21+%28311208%294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVz0Wheht7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/fy7ok4aHhig/s400/Dempsey%21+%28311208%294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286368730406827954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVz0pbK_EsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qhgr8W3OOmA/s1600-h/Jovan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVz0pbK_EsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qhgr8W3OOmA/s400/Jovan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286369055131767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear little Jovan! Cute rightttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8171653722533483303?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8171653722533483303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8171653722533483303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/drag-and-drop-woohooo-you-girls-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SVzxX39MUhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uPp68Mk5CXc/s72-c/Dempsey%21+%28311208%291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-4530281511363250460</id><published>2009-01-01T23:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:01:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post of the year! So the usual gang met up for a pre-New Year gathering up at Dempsey last night and we settled on California after much deliberation because you see, we're one motley slow crew. Anyways, the food was gorgeous - Open-faced Mushroom Blast - and the atmosphere fantabulous. I know, pictures speak more than thousands or millions of words so I swear I'll post them up as soon as I figure out just how to get them from my new Olympus camera to my PC. Thank you girls for the 21st present, you just put the cam-whore in me to rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we thought we'll head down to Clarke Quay to hang around before besties meet us after their church service but then again, being the lazyshits that we are, we ended up getting them to come to Qunli's and so they did. It was funny crapping over horoscopes, guys, boyfriends, crushes, whatnots under some alcohol influence till 3 am plus in the morning before the Mercedes had to head home. Bestie, I think you just made me interested for more badminton sessions. Man, we should have more of these. I like seeing people I love get along well with each other, especially when they belong to so-called different categories (read: Family, Best Friends). Bluuu, I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, staying up till 3 plus, which stretched on to 5 am in a feebly doomed attempt to finish a ripped DVD of The Dark Knight meant I could hardly feel up to meeting Dine for our study session early today. So much for a good start to the year but I still am meeting her tomorrow. That's at least better than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore seeing as I had another day at my disposal, we headed down to visit the newest cutest bundle of joy, our dear little Jovan! Okay, you'll need pictures before you're convinced again. Camera fix soon, promise! We also had a round of Taboo, where losers had to finish up the leftover KFC. Thank gawdddd our side won, even if only by a neck-hanging margin of 1 miserable point. So what, we're still not clearing leftovers! I'm just so contented that suddenly the Boyfriend-less Syndrome of a few weeks' ago seems absurd. But the absymal mess that is my academic progress is very real. Damn I'm officially excuses-less. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-4530281511363250460?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4530281511363250460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4530281511363250460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-of-year-so-usual-gang-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3703848443843770524</id><published>2008-12-31T12:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:31:34.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially 21 and boy does it feel weird with people congratulating me on the passing into adulthood, the gaining of the key to freedom and worse still, membership to the supposedly 'Auntie Club'. Suddenly growing up ain't looking too rosy. Still, a huge thank you to all who made my best birthday ever possible! I can't say how much &lt;u&gt;I love you guys&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I'll be seeing you at Dempsey later tonight! Meanwhile, here's a Happy New Year to all! 2009's just a few hours away! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3703848443843770524?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3703848443843770524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3703848443843770524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/officially-21-and-boy-does-it-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7022651695428102036</id><published>2008-12-27T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:21:06.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy week, busy day, because I'm celebrating my 21st in advance today. Damn, I feel bloody old. More so than last year. I think I might sign up for Facebook afterall, just so I can grab pictures of our Christmas celebration from bestie. Merry Christmas and many happy returns to all as we wrap up 2008! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7022651695428102036?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7022651695428102036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7022651695428102036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-week-busy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-4132518851270607398</id><published>2008-12-14T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:22:29.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 20TH DEARIE QUNLI! I'm glad you liked the surprise, even if it did burst earlier than I had planned but oh well, you know our family. It's hard to keep a secret, eh? Love ya! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-4132518851270607398?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4132518851270607398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4132518851270607398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-twentieth-dear-girl-im-glad-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-5337958568371477040</id><published>2008-12-11T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:48:19.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many happy new days to newlyweds Dennis and Rachael! Your dinner was slightly unconventional but much better than the traditional! I hope I don't get selected for the jiemei sister gang anytime soon. It's awful tiring. Photos please, Rach dear! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-5337958568371477040?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5337958568371477040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5337958568371477040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/many-happy-new-days-to-newlyweds-dennis.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8213220034146232415</id><published>2008-12-08T23:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:17:10.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates but visuals pending! It's been a pretty busy few days, with places to go, things to be done and at the end of it all, one hugely pooped arse. First of all, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Ray, Samuel and Justin! It's been a few years and it rocks to still be in touch! We should make Outback our venue for future gatherings, the ambience is just perfect. Food is good to go around too: Alice Springs Chicken. Total share fodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a gigantic hug to beloved Rachael, who's soon-to-be-Mrs this coming Wednesday! I know you liked the bridal shower we had for you and I'll bet you were not expecting any of the things we did! Just know that you're going forth with all our blessings and calm those nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dine bestie, I'm seeing you tomorrow for our baking, badminton and shopping alright! I had a ball of a time with you today at Reeve's dinner! I'm finally seeing more of the woman I normally see the least often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's one party or gathering after another and yes, my school work is piling up like an absymal mess, which I have no idea how to go about tackling. Oh, but I guess I'll manage, stuffing it further from sight. Out of sight, out of mind, though not for long. Too long anyways, I promise. XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of you more with each day! Plus I just realised I won't be able to see you this coming Wednesday, bother. It was supposed to be the highlight of my week. &lt;s&gt;Damn, why did Rach have to choose Wednesday.&lt;/s&gt; I miss you like mad even though you know nothing. Ah, mish-mash but whatever. That's me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Soulmate, I know you're back. Catch up baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8213220034146232415?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8213220034146232415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8213220034146232415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates-its-been-pretty-busy-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-2807893157913242173</id><published>2008-12-05T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:40:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am smiling to myself. I think I just might have fallen. Sweeeeeeeet. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-2807893157913242173?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2807893157913242173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2807893157913242173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-am-smiling-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3228187634145603059</id><published>2008-12-04T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:43:44.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Daddy Dearest! With lots of love from your eldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;X JAPAN CONCERT IN HK ON 17 January 2009!&lt;/u&gt; Soulmate, you made my bestest day ever yesterday! You know what I mean. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3228187634145603059?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3228187634145603059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3228187634145603059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-daddy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3401257520082292623</id><published>2008-12-03T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:34:14.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SIP@SIM: Gathering and Appreciation Night 2008. That was too much fun in too little time. I never knew bonding games could prove that funny. Thanks to all the committee members for the hilarious games! Especially 'Act it out'. I think it might as well have been named 'Spew it out'. Mighty happy for our team! We managed to protect our egg, only one out of all three to be unscathed from the fourth floor drop too, even if we only did get a little Ferrero Rocher as proof of our victory. All the same, not that bad for the team which finished last with the worst-looking ever nonsensical project. Gu Cheng, architecture was too kind a word, it was more like garbage, ala Joko. Woohooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself staring more than countless times at you tonight. You're making my heart skip that weird tempo from long ago. You looked awful cute, shiat me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3401257520082292623?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3401257520082292623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3401257520082292623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/sipsim-gathering-and-appreciation-night.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-2325026023748048563</id><published>2008-11-27T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:46:04.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Notes, pencil, paper sans brain. I should get started using it. Fark, I need to buck up like hell because time isn't waiting for me. In fact, it seems to pass by even faster, on purpose really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-2325026023748048563?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2325026023748048563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2325026023748048563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/notes-pencil-paper-sans-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7593180989563285995</id><published>2008-11-17T14:50:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:41:47.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, yet another new layout. I quite like the contrast of those neon colours on black. Pretty polar. In case you're wondering where the tagboard and its likes went, try playing around with the &lt;u&gt;words in neon colours&lt;/u&gt; at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bother as usual. I desperately need that study motivation because I'm starting to run out of time and most notably, excuses. Also busted my already overloaded budget at Robinson's with a promotional package from Kose consisting of the Exfoliating Massage Gel and Mask White from its Seikisei range because they were absolutely must-buys with the 100 ml Lotion thrown in. Effectively, you get the lotion for free and yes, sucker for freebies. &lt;u&gt;Justification:&lt;/u&gt; I'm pretty low on scrubs and masks, so don't stare at me like I just bought something I didn't need. Bleah, off to do some serious book-whacking. December the 10th is creeping near headily fast and the scales still aren't budging. A-hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7593180989563285995?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7593180989563285995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7593180989563285995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-i-am-again-with-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-2836174425384568108</id><published>2008-11-04T19:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:48:27.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a night out last Sunday with the girls and what a night it was! Thanks to dearie Qunli we managed to catch the awesomely funny musical, &lt;u&gt;Avenue Q&lt;/u&gt;! I'll admit I had my doubts initially, but I take that back. To those who have yet to see it, it's worth every single cent. To those who've never heard of it, I say go for it all the same. Yes, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good. One up for the vibrancy of arts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll think musicals were those sweet saccharine voices singing out sweet little songs to teach children the virtue of life values. Alright, maybe there's still the sweet saccharine voices but the content couldn't be more different. You're in for a rude (but extremely enjoyable) shock with this production. It starts out hilarious and doesn't slack for one bit throughout. Puppet characters like you and me struggle with the same mundane problems of identity crisis, fulfilling our dreams, all while coping with everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet porn addict Trekkie Monster gets my vote for the funniest act in town, even if his lines do seem rather limited and 'duh', especially in that deep gravelly voice of his. But then again, that's the point of brainless fun. There's bound to be a character each of us will be able to identify with, except perhaps Lucy the Slut. No, I'm serious, there&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; such a puppet in the cast. The message is clear: No matter how sucky life is at the moment, it's only for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a fun romp delivered in a light way by the stellar cast. To quote the Singapore Repertory Theatre, "Sesame Street" with a very grown up twist." Indeed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I'll be waiting for the pictures we took! Don't forget like you did with our Hong Kong photos okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-2836174425384568108?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2836174425384568108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2836174425384568108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-night-out-last-sunday-with-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8271749743862328715</id><published>2008-10-30T20:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:30:30.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I declare, cross my heart and hope to die: Life in university stinks. Freshman year is all roses and daisies sure, only so because they'll like to give you a false sense of how much fun and laughs you're going to have, before they themselves smile and pile on the work. Happy Holidays, you see. Hands up, sophomores out there who think Year 2's still lovely and sailing. (Read: I think you've totally lost it. Honest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back early from a Macroeconomics lecture with a blank question paper because yes, I have no inkling what that particular question was asking for and to tell the truth, it scares me. It scares me, because I did put in some effort in revising for the topic. I also have a general idea of what's going on during classes and tutorials. I didn't even have to do that much work a year before. I never knew one inch's worth of writing on a sheet of paper could make one feel so ill at ease. Imagine a few months down the road, staring at a few pages' worth of it, all the while facing the ticking clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse could be said of Advanced Calculus, which is so insane that no one with the power of module choices should ever opt for it. The idea of vector contours is a torture on one's skill of visualisation and multiple integrals make me wish I was still doing plain old difficult integration. I know I like Math but I sure could do without the trouble of explaining why the derivative of 2x is 2. The best thing is, it's worth a &lt;u&gt;very generous&lt;/u&gt; half a credit point. Half, no thanks to the academics over at LSE, which means an equally disgusting half-module called Advanced Linear Algebra is soon to follow. Lesson in point, don't pick anything with 'advanced' in it just because it sounds cool. Do not choose anything with 'econ' in it either unless like me, you're left with no choice. To prove: 15 is a multiple of 3. Really, nobody needs any convincing and basically, who cares. Abstract Mathematics indeed, for the sheer loony-ness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm faced with many tutorial sheets and an assignment deadline, plus a looming Microeconomics (the horror!) test. Pray that I survive. Oh heck, study blues. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8271749743862328715?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8271749743862328715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8271749743862328715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-declare-cross-my-heart-and-hope-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-4302155671646196540</id><published>2008-10-22T23:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:58:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was an absolute surprise. Our newest family member has arrived! I was thinking he would be announced to the world sometime next week, definitely not that fast. Going by their replies, neither did fellow aunts like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg really? So fast! Can't wait to see our newest nephew!" - Qunli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg! I want to go see Felicia!" - Jingxian&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out we were so excited we dropped everything after work, school, whatever and headed straight to Mount Alvernia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, he's currently &lt;u&gt;nameless&lt;/u&gt;. For now, he's just Baby, Goo Goo, Ah Gng Gng. I know it sounds stupid but you just want to coo when you look at babies. It's just a weird kind of thing normally sane adults do. Proud Dad apparently said "Liu Wu Ming." Winston, please. Your son needs a proper kind of name. He's just the cutest newborn ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, those soft cheeks and inquisitive eyes! New Mummy Felicia, you did a fantabulous job! We're so proud of you! Congratulations! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SP9Mi8XCplI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UNIa0p43qT0/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SP9Mi8XCplI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UNIa0p43qT0/s200/Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260007052994061906" 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/6056019792301344432-4302155671646196540?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4302155671646196540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/4302155671646196540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-came-as-absolute-surprise-that-our.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SP9Mi8XCplI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UNIa0p43qT0/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3883449900211143299</id><published>2008-10-19T13:12:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:43:54.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met up with dearie Qunli for my first ever squash session yesterday morning! I guess I tried to be funny staying up really late rushing assignments the night before and it turned out I was still in bed at 8 am when I was supposed to already be at the Dover platform. It wouldn't have be anything new if I had been a frequent 'late-person' but seeing as I'm not, tsk. Honestly, unbecoming behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up being 45 minutes late and had to trawl through the directory boards at Singapore Polytechnic (SP) before I found the Sports Hall. A big thank you goes out to the extremely friendly and helpful security guard at the entrance or knowing me, I'll probably still be in there trying to navigate my way out. Squash courts are notoriously hard to find here (I don't fancy travelling all the way to Kallang either) so imagine my awe at seeing six courts all at once. The best thing is, I heard from dearie it's open for &lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;public booking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Man, I love SP, as opposed to some others who only open their courts to alumni, affiliated people and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present squash racquets are quite different from the older ones and so I was thankful there were spare racquets for us, or I'd have to bring out the ancient relics. Not quite the idea of cool. Another big thank you too to Qunli's buddy (I forget the name, slap me) for teaching us the rules and little techniques of the ball game! I hope we weren't too terrible students. We started with the black rubber-like ball which stubbornly refuses to bounce till it's warm, man-handled the racquets till our hands ached, while at the same time managing shuttle run sprints and flying racquets. &lt;u&gt;Read: My body is horridly sore today&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is, I was enjoying myself so much that I forgot the all important photos. A picture says a thousand words, no? But then again, not a bad day at all. I'm so geared up for next week already. Tennis! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3883449900211143299?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3883449900211143299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3883449900211143299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-met-up-with-darling-qunli-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-6933668860966061062</id><published>2008-10-14T22:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:50:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just what was I thinking when I filled up that application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; meant BSc Mathematics &amp;amp; Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPS_Ak1klSI/AAAAAAAAADw/E73OX-BZoFo/s1600-h/Val%27s+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPS_Ak1klSI/AAAAAAAAADw/E73OX-BZoFo/s200/Val%27s+Card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257036681657488674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was an absolutely sweet surprise to receive this from my dear Valerie in Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;Your aunt feels so touched.&lt;br /&gt;It definitely brightens my otherwise dreadful economics-stuffed day.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you very much too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I had a great time at the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we're still in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating birthdays, too.&lt;br /&gt;Some moments of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We should have more of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTANnXnVBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SE7bh01ErPg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTANnXnVBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SE7bh01ErPg/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038005187073042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any reason works to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTA3bMqr8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/dLgLeXV4hsU/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTA3bMqr8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/dLgLeXV4hsU/s200/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038723474436034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAoY4VfSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/72B4o2pSE5I/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAoY4VfSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/72B4o2pSE5I/s200/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038465154252066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTA_OoJB9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mZPs6vOQd9w/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTA_OoJB9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mZPs6vOQd9w/s200/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038857538963410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTCPfRmPLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ElAZKhhAZGA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTCPfRmPLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ElAZKhhAZGA/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040236397345970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTCbHOrViI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8ETC1ujlHDU/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTCbHOrViI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8ETC1ujlHDU/s200/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040436101076514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTCKdY4zBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nBP2bSO9H54/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTCKdY4zBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nBP2bSO9H54/s200/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257040149991705618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some of the nosh for the day. I swear that roti-prata like pastry is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;divine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAZpPvenI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PYiRQ2entto/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAZpPvenI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PYiRQ2entto/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038211849353842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAevyQ60I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VMAgW5SMVwU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAevyQ60I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VMAgW5SMVwU/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038299504110402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAi7C2riI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Za9HWaniM5c/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTAi7C2riI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Za9HWaniM5c/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257038371245960738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So then we decided on a whim to head on to Terminal 3 after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTDZJ7h-xI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A9UcKW4cWSY/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTDZJ7h-xI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A9UcKW4cWSY/s200/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041501977967378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTBJPIHAaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aLCKkXIMRmo/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTBJPIHAaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aLCKkXIMRmo/s200/38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257039029471740322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTDRWR79CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/18ivSkjIl6E/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTDRWR79CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/18ivSkjIl6E/s200/37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041367854216226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And this is what we came up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTBNl40_oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UWZZVo_1evk/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTBNl40_oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UWZZVo_1evk/s200/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257039104301137538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTDVOaIuEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N-3QmVeRQCU/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPTDVOaIuEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N-3QmVeRQCU/s200/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257041434460600386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-11october2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-6933668860966061062?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6933668860966061062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6933668860966061062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-what-was-i-thinking-when-i-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SPS_Ak1klSI/AAAAAAAAADw/E73OX-BZoFo/s72-c/Val%27s+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-2701824344974773486</id><published>2008-10-09T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:44:26.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally the end of a school week.&lt;br /&gt;Four days before it starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Especially where school is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Make up classes at night aren't the best times for alertness.&lt;br /&gt;Even more so when you have to see the same guy in the front less than 8 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep halfway through Advanced Calculus isn't good news either.&lt;br /&gt;It's only one month and already I'm starting to worry about my subjects (yes, I'm nodding along to your notion of my questionable sanity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think I chose the wrong timetable this year.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so two of the modules left me with no choice but at least I could have chosen the remaining two slots more wisely. *extremedisgust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawdd, I need motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-2701824344974773486?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2701824344974773486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/2701824344974773486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-end-of-school-week.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-5691389536075408840</id><published>2008-10-06T10:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:44:41.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm suddenly reminded of something Teddy told me two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Who ask you go shop."&lt;/blockquote&gt;You are so right.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when my desk has 4 subjects' worth of work staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;I know, don't I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; doing things at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiat, I miss my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;And she's the one who's supposed to be away from home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-5691389536075408840?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5691389536075408840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/5691389536075408840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-suddenly-reminded-of-something-teddy.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-3136884081914749390</id><published>2008-10-04T01:45:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:44:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New skin.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little scribbly.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think that's a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy has this really nice song on &lt;a href="http://teddystudent.blogspot.com/2008/10/17.html"&gt;his space&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's as packed as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials and readings are water-logged as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that second year modules are way tougher than Year One's. &lt;blockquote&gt;"We're not doing anymore Mickey Mouse Amos Economics from this year onwards." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mark Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Guitar practices are practically non-existential and I've already skipped 3, soon to be 4 classes.&lt;br /&gt;There's also the SIP@SIM Bazaar coming up soon in October, which means more attention jostling for my time.&lt;br /&gt;My article for the 'Campus News' segment of the SIM Vibes publication is due next week and I have no bloody inspiration how to start. &lt;blockquote&gt;It doesn't help when my colleague says "People relive the event to the extent of how well you paint the tale."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think I've just bitten off more than I can chew for now.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still itching to try out other things.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, we're all blessed with only 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Internship Germany, maybe? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-3136884081914749390?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3136884081914749390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/3136884081914749390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-1609266986094786010</id><published>2008-10-02T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:45:21.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that I'm always in the midst of a last minute rush.&lt;br /&gt;A review of priorities is in high order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SORXPgBM3HI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZufKorbb-BY/s1600-h/Addition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SORXPgBM3HI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZufKorbb-BY/s320/Addition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252418989225466994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really nice colours in this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so what if it is Math related.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Math major.&lt;br /&gt;That ought to be enough of an excuse. (:&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/6056019792301344432-1609266986094786010?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1609266986094786010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1609266986094786010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-is-it-that-im-always-in-midst-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SORXPgBM3HI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZufKorbb-BY/s72-c/Addition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-6709967794810910632</id><published>2008-09-25T13:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:45:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in tutorials and readings within the second week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking my lecturers are starting to lose me.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing Theorem, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I just realised that there's so much I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;First day of Micro was enough to drill that in deep.&lt;br /&gt;Which means more self-reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my Macroeconomics lecture later at 1530 and I have not read up on it.&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me with one hour to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also left with one day to decide whether to apply for that journalist position.&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie is arriving on Saturday, followed by my favourite designer on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see these two.&lt;br /&gt;Fun weekend! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ish: I want to see you! No going back without me meeting your itouch first!&lt;br /&gt;Angie: Ehh, cookies don't really stay unnoticed for long in my household. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-6709967794810910632?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6709967794810910632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6709967794810910632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-be-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7497062848666685701</id><published>2008-09-21T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:45:55.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been procrastinating my butt off, foolishly believing tutorials get themselves all nicely done up.&lt;br /&gt;Piece of cake, without a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;So much for resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should have started on Friday and somehow, Tuesday just seemed comfortably far away.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday then, which I later jovially spent laughing and piecing together puzzle pieces with best friend.&lt;br /&gt;No excuses, Sunday it is.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, typing away at the keyboard instead of scribbling at my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is dreadfully near and I'm still 10 proofs, 30 calculus sums and many readings behind.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody zap that lazy bug, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's going to be a long, long night.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I think I rightly deserve so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, trying some freelance writing sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to apply for that school journalist position. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7497062848666685701?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7497062848666685701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7497062848666685701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-procrastinating-my-butt-off.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8589674205026586836</id><published>2008-09-18T21:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:46:19.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week back at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out we're so pressed for time, everything has to be rushed.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention condensed.&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to cover everything, instead I've got to read up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, there are tutorials in the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials which are due next week.&lt;br /&gt;All 40 questions of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to 'There's little difference between Year 1 and 2."&lt;br /&gt;Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy, I had a great tennis session with you!&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it together again with Ish when he's back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SNNZDRahAvI/AAAAAAAAACw/XOAyWNee7SU/s1600-h/New+Campus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SNNZDRahAvI/AAAAAAAAACw/XOAyWNee7SU/s320/New+Campus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247635903565857522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I went to the Opening Ceremony of our new campus today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention something surprisingly sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve, Wee Chien, it was great meeting you guys!&lt;br /&gt;I think you two look cute with little hair.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the best ice cream treat all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do the bloody readings, exercises and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;Just idiot stuff, really.&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/6056019792301344432-8589674205026586836?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8589674205026586836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8589674205026586836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-week-back-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SNNZDRahAvI/AAAAAAAAACw/XOAyWNee7SU/s72-c/New+Campus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-1910049221558291095</id><published>2008-09-07T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:46:34.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'My friend says that an NUS lecturer commented that UOL Economics is muchhh tougher than NUS's.'&lt;br /&gt;Thanks JX.&lt;br /&gt;You just made suicidal thoughts enter my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like an idiot suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-1910049221558291095?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1910049221558291095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1910049221558291095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-kumon-anchorpoint-advanced-students.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-95616433645084339</id><published>2008-09-05T13:05:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:46:59.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thankfully the eCR2 process was fast.&lt;br /&gt;All it required was a simple confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;That still doesn't solve the server problem.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes is alot of lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macroeconomics, Microeconomics, Abstract Mathematics, Advanced Calculus and Advanced Linear Algebra. I just hope this is anything but the recipe for suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I don't fancy anxiety disorders either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing news from fellow UOL people and it seems everyone is holding up pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;You guys and girls should be proud of the effort you put in!&lt;br /&gt;Point to note: &lt;span&gt;We've made it past Amos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To non-UOL people: You do not ever want to have the acquaintance of this Mister. He makes the worst Discipline Master look tame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just a little sadness for some of us who didn't manage to clear the hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, work harder next year! Have faith. (:&lt;br /&gt;People, it's time to sock up our feet and prepare for the next race.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to clear your fees, CRFs, bank drafts, whatever before the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;Just know I love you so many many okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Economics.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we have to pore through something that is 813 pages for background reading.&lt;br /&gt;And that's just for background knowledge.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All of us want that First Class Honours.&lt;br /&gt;I say let's fight for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-95616433645084339?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/95616433645084339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/95616433645084339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/thankfully-ecr2-process-was-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-25844959080059158</id><published>2008-09-04T19:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:47:20.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, &lt;a href="http://teddystudent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teddy&lt;/a&gt; has conveniently reminded me of the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your reaction upon receiving the tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lie: Oh, nothing much. Been there, done that. Truth: 59 questions?! TMD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your wish for the year 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I sincerely hope for excellent grades and also to play the guitar! Okay, so that's two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do you intend to spend Valentine's 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;With someone I love, duh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What present would you like for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll love for a new song from X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you like to say to your parents at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is cliche, but thank you. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which was your most memorable relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's for me and only me to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Biggest party pooper antic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stubborness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Greatest innate strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Empathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What makes for an ideal partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You'll know it when you meet the one, so trash those criteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have more male/female friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Female, definitely. Girl power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Will your perspective be influenced by others' perceptions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll say I'm definitely self-conscious, but that doesn't mean I'll give up something I love or believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is your most memorable love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Again, for me and only me to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you do if your love cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll cry, then get a move on already. He ain't worth that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When do you intend to start dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;As long as the feeling's right. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When would you think is a bad time for dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you know the choices around you just aren't right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your ideal marriage age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;26, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The one quality to become your buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Good faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favourite past-time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reading, playing the piano, hanging out with the people who fill my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you try getting closer to someone you're attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I guess so, everyone does that, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your ideal relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To give and take, just leading a content life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you able to accept your former lover as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That'll have to depend on the circumstances of the break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Which is better: to love or be loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you someone who is often out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To a certain extent, yes. How else would you catch up with your mates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who would you like to thank most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll like two: Daddy and Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who do you abhor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, point taken. Let's just say forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What's the best thing that has happened to you this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My Year One examination results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmm, working my arse off? Gawddd, no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Which would you choose: Love or Bread and Butter? Heart or Stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;BB and Heart. You can't even have your bread without your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What would you do if you realise you've been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll steer clear of the liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like having a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Of course not! I hate guessing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What in a girl turns you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Materialism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. A guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shallowness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When in your opinion is the best time of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you're doing something you're passionate about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have yet to meet him in person but I'll hack at outgoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What would you do if the person who tagged you says 'I like you'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, sorry Teddy but I'll laugh my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is the biggest drawback of the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm throwing this to the wind, or maybe to his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who comes to your mind when you're unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Family, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's the one thing you want most to do with your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Secret. Off limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which hurts more: To lose or to miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To miss out on the chance. Too many what ifs can drive one nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What would you do if your family objected to your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll seriously consider my options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What would you do if your relationship is plagued with problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I think it's time to reconsider if it's right to continue on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How do people perceive infatuated people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Honest answer. Eye roll. And probably tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What plans do you have for the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've got a couple up my sleeve, but let's just keep it at that first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What makes you beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Self confidence, everyone needs it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What scares you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To lose the ones I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What would you do to salvage a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll do anything if it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you find this tag annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In terms of question length, absolutely. Thank goodness we're almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What is your plan for the coming holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sydney! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Call me foolish, but yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Sunny or rainy days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sunny. Brightens up your mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you think feelings can develop over time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you believe in life-long commitment between a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Isn't that a neccessity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What are you living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My dreams and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What makes you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yoshiki and Reita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Where would you like to go for a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Switzerland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. If there was an earthquake and all you had with you is a bag of necessities, what is the next thing you'll bring along with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My mobile phone. I need to call for help, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What is rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is this a trick question? Rubbish is just trash, things to be thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What is your favourite quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To be another is to lose the person you are. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to pass this on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-25844959080059158?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/25844959080059158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/25844959080059158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright-teddy-has-conveniently-reminded.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7173429395170525022</id><published>2008-09-02T20:54:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:47:45.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The examination results.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody page took longer than usual to load.&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to sort out that server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Economics   - 64&lt;br /&gt;Statistics 1   - 74&lt;br /&gt;Statistics 2   - 61&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 1   - 95&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 2   - 90&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Banking and Finance   - 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_emphasis"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've gotten my first needed grade.&lt;br /&gt;Gawdd I'm pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude.&lt;br /&gt;Nice Beatles song.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to strum it out on the fretboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 here I come.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish I didn't have to go through eCR2.&lt;br /&gt;It's uncannily irritating. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7173429395170525022?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7173429395170525022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7173429395170525022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/results.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-120454915625746382</id><published>2008-08-28T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:48:04.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I went for my first guitar session today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for minimal &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; music theory.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually on my way to learning my first song. Talk about early.&lt;br /&gt;'Chasing Cars'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;song.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I only realised after he started strumming the tune, so what.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't recognise this too, Youtube it.&lt;br /&gt;Deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish my fingers didn't hurt so.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good if they were longer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results.&lt;br /&gt;Next week?&lt;br /&gt;Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reita love, play me some of your bass moves.&lt;br /&gt;Akai Kodou is a hell of a fun mess. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-120454915625746382?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/120454915625746382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/120454915625746382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-went-for-my-first-guitar-session.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8018259193302413268</id><published>2008-08-14T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:48:21.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2Aok2H5tNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2Aok2H5tNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;REPEATED COUNTLESS ERROR.&lt;br /&gt;Reita in red is knocking my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8018259193302413268?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8018259193302413268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8018259193302413268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/repeated-countless-error.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8418464325983974269</id><published>2008-08-07T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:48:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm having a craving for sweets.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'll google some recipes.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SJqTUbjfNpI/AAAAAAAAACY/-IJ7CPb1hMI/s1600-h/Chocolate+Pecan+Chunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SJqTUbjfNpI/AAAAAAAAACY/-IJ7CPb1hMI/s400/Chocolate+Pecan+Chunks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655896347522706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chocolate Chunk and Pecan Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1/2 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup brown suger, packed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 1/8 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dark chocolate chunks&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup pecans, chopped or coarsely ground&lt;/blockquote&gt;Cream the butter and sugar in a bowl, then beat in the egg and vanilla extract. Next, mix the dry ingredients in another bowl. Combine the dry and wet ingredients and add the chocolate and pecans. Place the dough on cookie sheets and bake in a 350F preheated oven for 8 to 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;-with thanks to &lt;a href="http://closetcooking.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate-chunk-and-pecan-cookies.html"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SJqTUuanPSI/AAAAAAAAACg/mOKnWO6fXaw/s1600-h/Stacked+Lemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SJqTUuanPSI/AAAAAAAAACg/mOKnWO6fXaw/s400/Stacked+Lemons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655901410573602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemon Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 1/4 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;juice from half a lemon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the icing&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;juice of half a lemon&lt;br /&gt;zest of one lemon&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon water&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sift together flour, baking soda and salt. In a measuring cup, combine milk, lemon juice and vanilla. Cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add the egg and mix well.  Mix in the flour mixture, alternating with milk until smooth. Spoon mixture onto a lined baking tray and bake in a 350F preheated oven for 11 to 13 minutes or until lightly golden brown. Allow to cool in the tray before transferring to a cooling rack. While baking the cookies, mix the icing ingredients together and spread over the cookies when cooled.&lt;br /&gt;-with thanks to &lt;a href="http://dobetter.wordpress.com/2008/03/14/lemon-cookies/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to bring out the baking utensils.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats homemade. (:&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/6056019792301344432-8418464325983974269?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8418464325983974269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8418464325983974269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-having-craving-for-sweets.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SJqTUbjfNpI/AAAAAAAAACY/-IJ7CPb1hMI/s72-c/Chocolate+Pecan+Chunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-24372977584799048</id><published>2008-07-28T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:49:12.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what if I only found out yesterday that VivoCity is a rather good place for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;It's better late than never, no?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting my new mobile there this September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, it was great comparing prices and catching HellBoy II with you!&lt;br /&gt;You have to admit we do hate the escalator system though.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the salad buffet again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran's Original Irish Cream Fudge.&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered a slice of heaven on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, it's on &lt;s&gt;promotion.&lt;/s&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-24372977584799048?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/24372977584799048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/24372977584799048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-what-if-i-only-found-out-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8044612914106587716</id><published>2008-07-27T00:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:52:08.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SItU5ctxSuI/AAAAAAAAACI/NJupoZ4t22E/s1600-h/Soulmate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SItU5ctxSuI/AAAAAAAAACI/NJupoZ4t22E/s400/Soulmate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227365138431036130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See how nice she is.&lt;br /&gt;Serving us ice cold coconut juice.&lt;br /&gt;After a hot and sunny day at East Coast too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy twentieth Twang Meishan!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the oldies club.&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I still am older.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty year old b**** licensee.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I love saying that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SItc21rn2yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fXTegKvqXxs/s1600-h/Gazette25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SItc21rn2yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fXTegKvqXxs/s400/Gazette25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227373889686330146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Gazette sends their wishes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8044612914106587716?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8044612914106587716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8044612914106587716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-twentieth-twang-meishan-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SItU5ctxSuI/AAAAAAAAACI/NJupoZ4t22E/s72-c/Soulmate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-1670860290254022051</id><published>2008-07-24T14:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:49:44.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss the Twang.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic b**** licensee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pick up squash!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Daddy used to play.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-1670860290254022051?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1670860290254022051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1670860290254022051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-twang.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-7290892160407884131</id><published>2008-07-24T01:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:49:57.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New skin and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Reflects my current mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet just shared something which made me feel like sharing too.&lt;br /&gt;It's called The Flooding Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Don't flash an immediate smile when you greet someone. Instead, look at his or her face for a second first and pause. Soak up their persona. Then let a big warm smile flood over your face. This split second delay convinces people your smile is genuine and only for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-7290892160407884131?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7290892160407884131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/7290892160407884131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-skin-and-i-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8204406618872433263</id><published>2008-07-23T23:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:50:13.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I finally met the people whom I'm supposed to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, Soulmate, take care back in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Dine and Ryl, you know what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll see you two real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy sent this really interesting &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's surprisingly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;Most of it, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still as busy as when the holidays first started.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but at least it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;One more month till the start of the mugger life again. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8204406618872433263?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8204406618872433263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8204406618872433263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-met-people-whom-im-supposed-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-6251813548623299204</id><published>2008-07-10T13:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:50:32.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As much or more we should ourselves complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;-William Shakespeare-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people just do not know how to appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If only for one day, there could be a reversal of roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So much for higher ranks and education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should murder myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's so many important people in my life whom I've yet to meet and catch up with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soulmate, Fifi, Sze Man, Dine and Ryl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not to mention my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I owe you guys one hell of a HUGE apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss non-working days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss crapping out my next assignment deadline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss everything I used to do before getting my arse in this thankless shiat. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-6251813548623299204?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6251813548623299204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6251813548623299204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-people-just-do-not-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-8679081187517405683</id><published>2008-07-06T17:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:50:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Every employer knows that Mathematics and Economics are two of the most difficult subjects at university level. Therefore a degree in any of these disciplines is recognised. Employers respect that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What have I gotten myself into, thinking I could handle both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't even begin solving the questions in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh screw bloody economics. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-8679081187517405683?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8679081187517405683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/8679081187517405683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-employer-knows-that-mathematics.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-6366113370479276235</id><published>2008-07-02T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:51:03.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the sore throat season, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I've already come across three.&lt;br /&gt;And I've fallen victim to it.&lt;br /&gt;Screw this throat for making me miss drinking sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;Running around school for the student orientation, setting up our booth, speaking to the freshies, attending a wedding, working my arse off, all while trying to squeeze in a good read.&lt;br /&gt;Which incidentally is really good.&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Lecture' by Randy Pausch.&lt;br /&gt;I was compelled to pick it up, no reason actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate and Lucy's back!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I miss these two.&lt;br /&gt;Ayam Penyat and shopping!&lt;br /&gt;So goes my life again. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-6366113370479276235?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6366113370479276235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/6366113370479276235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-sore-throat-season-or-so-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-1493855483009342932</id><published>2008-06-11T02:02:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:52:06.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This comes by request of a certain Ms Twang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate, Hong Kong was fun.&lt;br /&gt;All was not sweet and rosy of course.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport is huge. Their MTR is fabulous. Imagine actually having breathing space in a city with a population double that of ours on the train, even during peak hours. The location map is so user-friendly that even an idiot would have no problem navigating the route. We have much to learn. Cable cars are apparently the exact opposite. They supposedly have a reputation of breaking down around three times per month, leaving passengers stranded up in the air for three hours at least. They can also fall off if you're lucky enough. The friendly tour guide even helpfully reminded us to bring plastic bags with us. Just in case, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two days were just memories full of RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, we were even lucky enough to be stranded in a restaurant with the infamous Black Rain pouring, flooding the whole of HK to the knee depth and washing away most of restaurant property on the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;There was also Madam Tussauds (I got to see Jay Chou, Jackie Chan and even feel Andy Lau's heartbeat), the night view on the Peak and literally taking a shower while on a City ride on an open top bus dressed in a really horrible yellow plastic raincoat. Not exactly the best of fashion statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;I walked my arse off.&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; walked so much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;HK is just meant for walking because that's the best way to take in the sights and culture.&lt;br /&gt;It also helps in the discovery of stores and shops. I didn't get much clothes but the few I got are the best value I've seen. I feel cheated shopping in Singapore already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking usually equates to less pounds but guess what, that doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;The food is too good to ignore and pass by.&lt;br /&gt;Fermented beancurd, barbecued squid, egg balls, char siew bun, chee cheong fun, fried large intestines and so much more. I can't even begin listing it all. The beancurd stenched before you even got near but it was great, especially with the sauces. No wonder it's famous. Pity I missed the teahouse (cha chan ting) and the almond paste dessert. That would have topped the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bummer was actually Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;Being over the age of princess fascination just didn't help matters.&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures with Mickey and Minnie was cute.&lt;br /&gt;Riding the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;At least I can now say I've been to Disneyland, even if it is the cheapest, smallest and only Disney suffering losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK hotel rooms are small beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;No, small won't even do the word justice.&lt;br /&gt;It was basically a square area which miraculously manages to squeeze in two beds, a bathroom, a baggage area, bedside tabletop and a window view.&lt;br /&gt;All that in a room that's just slightly bigger than my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing space saving talent, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK people are a pushy lot.&lt;br /&gt;They shove past you on the streets, umbrella, bags and all.&lt;br /&gt;They're also rather glib. I even came across one man who tried to act cute and made me waste HK$230 on this really obiang looking HK souvenir plate with my picture printed on it.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it was buy it or leave it with Mr Weirdo. I didn't have much choice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I had a light breakfast that morning because he just killed lunch smack in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;But they're friendly and helpful at least.&lt;br /&gt;Even with my rather limited Cantonese, which isn't really all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stuffed and tired that I can't remember everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw Jackie Chan's yacht while cruising on the Sampan and his property on the Peak, which was seated together with others of the rich and famous. There's also apparently a beach which is a hit with star-struck girls because it's actually a great platform for the resident movie mogul to talent-spot the next big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember that I need to change my passport.&lt;br /&gt;I got held up at every single airport checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;One customs officer even glanced at it before saying 'Last time you plump arh?'&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK, I want to go back there again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got so many things to give!&lt;br /&gt;-pictures to be updated soon, hopefully-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-1493855483009342932?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1493855483009342932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1493855483009342932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-hong-kong-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-1164377948457083622</id><published>2008-05-27T11:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:52:08.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SE7LYCJVkRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YfmwTMPtyXI/s1600-h/Reita7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SE7LYCJVkRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YfmwTMPtyXI/s400/Reita7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210325432667574546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Reita love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You never fail to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;I just adore your bass prowess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock on.&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/6056019792301344432-1164377948457083622?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1164377948457083622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/1164377948457083622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-reita-love-you-never.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SE7LYCJVkRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YfmwTMPtyXI/s72-c/Reita7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-605937554160563</id><published>2008-05-20T13:37:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:52:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The news often comes packaged with hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;Large doses of it, by the looks of offerings today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Former Premier Mahathir Mohamad dramatically upped the stakes in his bitter battle with his successor yesterday when he quit the ruling party and urged other members to follow him.'&lt;br /&gt;-The Straits Times, Tuesday May 20 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression has always been that the afore-mentioned already called it quits a few years ago. Certainly one can't quit twice over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Myanmar has agreeed to let Asean lead an international aid effort for its cyclone-hit areas but foreign relief workers will not be given "uncontrolled" access.'&lt;br /&gt;-The Straits Times, Tuesday May 20 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While I feel profoundly for the victims of Nargis, I couldn't help but snort involuntarily at talks of uncontrollable circumstances. Look where supposed control led: '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the French and American relief ships waiting off the Myanmar coast' &lt;/span&gt;(Myanmar to accept global aid via Asean; The Straits Times, Tuesday May 20 2008). The Myanmar population must feel great comfort towards their junta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'A telephone scam preying on people's generosity towards China quake victims seems to have made its way to Singapore.'&lt;br /&gt;-The Straits Times, Tuesday May 20 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Innovation these days it seems, is not just confined within good and just causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'As for men who blame biology and Mother Nature for their infidelity, and, like monkeys, are unable to control their irresponsible urges, I suggest we lock them in a zoo as their animal instincts are stronger than their human sense of duty and responsibility.'&lt;br /&gt;-Mr Syu Ying Kwok; The Straits Times Forum, Tuesday May 20 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I couldn't agree more with this opinion of errant men and their equally errant excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world we live in is a strange limbo of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;Take this comment by a particularly loud gentleman, quoted while I was standing in queue at the Chinese Embassy earlier this morning, waiting patiently to do my small part for the victims of the devastating quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aiyah, Singaporeans are like that one. Very 'tik ki'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Excuse me Mister, I believe you're the exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Tik ki' is the Hokkien phrase for 'Iron Tooth', i.e. stubborness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-605937554160563?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/605937554160563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/605937554160563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/news-often-comes-packaged-with-hilarity.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056019792301344432.post-38811211979790713</id><published>2008-05-16T22:14:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:52:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So this is Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua gu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's just my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;revision&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt; imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I should have started earlier.&lt;br /&gt;6 days and 1 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gawd help me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll drop by to bullshit at Soulmate's now.&lt;br /&gt;That woman's been away for way long. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SC2lkTfVDTI/AAAAAAAAABY/kxkoa-laQd0/s1600-h/Balancing+Act.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SC2lkTfVDTI/AAAAAAAAABY/kxkoa-laQd0/s400/Balancing+Act.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200995187808341298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6056019792301344432-38811211979790713?l=yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/38811211979790713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056019792301344432/posts/default/38811211979790713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourheartlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-finally-got-tired-of-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>-weisi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296053486546827232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SSLjAkYSSJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AX1Wj2zbA7o/S220/Art+Gallery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUXHmLYy5w0/SC2lkTfVDTI/AAAAAAAAABY/kxkoa-laQd0/s72-c/Balancing+Act.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
