<?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-24286889</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:59:48.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>don't bother coming back</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-5628216006017920331</id><published>2007-01-05T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:45:29.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM SOMEWHERE</title><content type='html'>"In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long- distance lover and proudly say: I only used fifty-nine today, I saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper "I love you", thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to eachother breathe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-5628216006017920331?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5628216006017920331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=5628216006017920331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/5628216006017920331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/5628216006017920331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-somewhere.html' title='FROM SOMEWHERE'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-7776116455951754637</id><published>2007-01-03T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:15:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>I'll say goodnight and try to mean it&lt;br /&gt;But deep down I don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I want to explain what I told you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to realize just how much I still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-7776116455951754637?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/7776116455951754637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=7776116455951754637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/7776116455951754637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/7776116455951754637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-1016364439538489668</id><published>2007-01-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:41:54.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 STARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blasting: Aloha - You've Escaped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the fuck? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't feel like a new year. I don't want it to be a new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015071973648074194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RZkdY5hPhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/syy60l9HJ5M/s200/100_3070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015071977943041506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RZkdZJhPheI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EIrmOg021i4/s200/100_3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015071982238008818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RZkdZZhPhfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mpGQztsiofs/s200/100_3075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Came home at 7.30 this morning, was out at The Glorious Dead the whole night, spending time with people I don't know and I smell like Garam. First meal of the year at Lau Pa Sat PRATAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;I feel woozyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, when do things start changing? I don't wanna go to school :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-1016364439538489668?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1016364439538489668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=1016364439538489668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/1016364439538489668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/1016364439538489668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-stars.html' title='2 STARS'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RZkdY5hPhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/syy60l9HJ5M/s72-c/100_3070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-1156728669347440019</id><published>2006-12-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:06:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUKS SAID:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What do you call a singh with 2 balls?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balansingh (as in balancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you call a singh with 3 balls?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amasingh (as in amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay HAPPY NEW YEAR PULL YOUR EAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-1156728669347440019?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1156728669347440019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=1156728669347440019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/1156728669347440019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/1156728669347440019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/muks-said.html' title='MUKS SAID:'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-6372782013739489961</id><published>2006-12-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:34:14.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I kind of marvel at the way that acquaintances become best friends and even lovers in that mid-night haze. It's another world. We take each other by the hand and we find it. We go to that place together. A world of loud music, loud feelings, loud mouths, loud thoughts and ideas and everything is loud and bursting inside of us. Except the light, which softens everything, especially our hearts. We get tired but never tired enough; we can go on like this forever. From oblivion to oblivion, we wake up and find that not everything that was true last night is still true. It's a disillusionment. We move along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ACK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-6372782013739489961?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/6372782013739489961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=6372782013739489961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/6372782013739489961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/6372782013739489961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-kind-of-marvel-at-way-that.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-4116076808973680095</id><published>2006-12-28T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:43:44.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>(The girl in the previous post isn't Jade la!)&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I know it's quite late to wish Merry Christmas but whatever. Everyday should be Christmas, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got a new hair cut but I'm lazy to take a photo of it. AND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out alot, alot, alotttttttttttttttttttttttttt. This totally means wasting money when I don't even have a job this holiday and buying unnecessary stuffs (in other words, shopping) BUT I DON'T CARE. Life = Enjoy, right? Right? Okay, right. So two days ago I went out with Sharlene Warlene! The rain didn't spoil the mood, instead we went major and crazy on retail therapy. "Should I get this?", "Should I get that? Oh my god, but later not enough money to get that!", "OMG, SO PRETTY, I WANT.", "Shit la, no money" but we didn't care! Haha, finally found the pair of jelly shoes but it gave me bad blisters, baaaaad. But all's good cos I got the jelly wellies. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met Syam and we went to Ann Siang. Luckily, it didn't took us long to look for the place. Everything felt minty there and minty in a good way though. I'll definitely wanna go there again and check out that super duper weird shop. Not to mention, on a bad note, I stepped on dog poo :\ Okay not worth mentioning but I felt like saying it somewhere. Okay, so now, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA-HA. Kk, not funny, so let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today met Timmoo. And we went town and he got me the necklace I've been eyeing for from Far East. WOO, thanks yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm lazy to continue so BYE. ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAYS AND HAPPY NEW YEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-4116076808973680095?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4116076808973680095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=4116076808973680095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/4116076808973680095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/4116076808973680095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-8839461545769204558</id><published>2006-12-25T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:57:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RY9aRwVaSiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5mH7VkZksyU/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012324171365632546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RY9aRwVaSiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5mH7VkZksyU/s200/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to be a storm chaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-8839461545769204558?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/8839461545769204558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=8839461545769204558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/8839461545769204558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/8839461545769204558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello.html' title='Hello,'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RY9aRwVaSiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5mH7VkZksyU/s72-c/IMG_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-7422834273657693721</id><published>2006-12-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:10:04.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROU FROU!!</title><content type='html'>It's late, I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of you written letters that you just couldn't send? For fear of rejection, or being laughed at or just plain freaking someone out. I sure as hell wrote thousands of them and I sent one out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he isn't freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel so invisible anymore, someone talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-7422834273657693721?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/7422834273657693721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=7422834273657693721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/7422834273657693721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/7422834273657693721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/frou-frou.html' title='FROU FROU!!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-6972814144615817238</id><published>2006-12-19T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:03:48.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S &lt;3 ?</title><content type='html'>Complete and total adoration, my gift to you, my heart was yours. In ten weeks you shaped it, in one night you murdered it. Torn from my chest and laid at your feet, that first step that you took was the worst. Since then you've walked a thousand miles in silence and short remark, and I still have these memories, but we'll never see what we could have been. Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now? Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? Remember, cause that's all you can do. We'll never make another memory, we'll never make another memory. I wish I'd have died in your arms the last time we were together, so I wouldn't have to wake without you today. This time I thought things were real. You said they were. What happened? You were a priority, was I an option? I let you see a side of me that I don't share with anyone. Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled. You knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart, I'm sorry that wasn't enough. So, we'll go our own ways, and hopefully you'll remember the things I've told you, hopefully you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity. A broken heart is not what I wanted from this, but I guess I've learned from it. But aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes? I don't consider this a mistake, I just wish the story didn't end this way, cause I'm still in love with the person who helped me write it. Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daymn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to blog about what's been happening. But all were, good things and good things. Not going anywhere for holidays, no cash, but fun is still here cause I have them all good friends and company. I need to go Christmas shopping fast, fast, fast. But then again, $$$ :(&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even got the photos cause Ruby is always closed. I always go at the wrong time, it's frustrating. Yesterday, secondary school class bbq/chalet at Pasir Ris. Wasn't that fun, but we got to meet up with each other and we took photos and stuffs like that. After that lepaked at Adel's house and crapped and talked till midnight then caught a cab and went home.&lt;br /&gt;You know, these few days, I've been making friends with weird people. And I don't know what's my connection with Indian people. It's not that I have anything against Indians (sorry if you happen to be reading my blog and you happen to be of Indian race), Indians are the greatest people alive. And I have shit load of Indian friends, LOVE YOU RUDHRALEKHA. I also hate it when people keep giving me weird stares. It makes me feel ugly and self-conscious. HAHAHAHA, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've updated the playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I so do not look like Dawn Yeo -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-6972814144615817238?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/6972814144615817238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=6972814144615817238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/6972814144615817238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/6972814144615817238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-3.html' title='WHAT&apos;S &lt;3 ?'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-755152807563123849</id><published>2006-12-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:24:46.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY SLEEPY SLEEPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RX67hWlvwfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ujh2lgFRkx0/s1600-h/etownstandee5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007646017356546546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RX67hWlvwfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ujh2lgFRkx0/s320/etownstandee5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn bloody late nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sms ninjas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking and walking and non-stop walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloodshot eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suntanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hell load of eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scaring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;midnight strolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad boys (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nono, bad good boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello, you're so damn fucking beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is coming :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;candy canes.&lt;br /&gt;the Holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a lot a lot of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to write to you, (or should i say it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping smiling head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm afraid i'll break your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have super bad sense of direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good short-term memory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopeless long-term memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yah, i have super duper goddamn bad sense of direction i can't stand myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-755152807563123849?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/755152807563123849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=755152807563123849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/755152807563123849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/755152807563123849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/busy-busy-sleepy-sleepy.html' title='BUSY BUSY SLEEPY SLEEPY'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RX67hWlvwfI/AAAAAAAAADw/ujh2lgFRkx0/s72-c/etownstandee5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-3617636133758052668</id><published>2006-12-08T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:16:08.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW DOWN PLEASE.</title><content type='html'>It's been a damn long time since I've blogged so I'll update for the sake of updating, enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: IMAGE-HEAVY POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday evening I followed &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jady&lt;/span&gt; to Expo. I've been travelling on the green line like 324234242 times. SUPER FAR MAN. Yeah, to sum up, I almost stole the red clutch I saw from the John Little Warehouse Sale but the scaredy cat in me, NOPE! Hahaha. I SO WANT AN IPOD NANO BUT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; ISN'T IN SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006037190596233778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkETT3iCjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v2-ovMNSaFk/s200/capbottomred20061012a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;YAAAAAAA AND MY TEAM GAVE UP ON THE TCM PROJECT COS IT'S DRIVING US MAD AND NUTS. Thanks Syam, Ah Seng, and Huzai anyways, filled up the boring days of weekends with restless researchings and fruitless time spent in the airport other than the FIRST SUNDAE YOU HAD IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE SYAM! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006049847864855250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkP0D3iCtI/AAAAAAAAADA/vzpNRUihZ14/s200/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006049856454789858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkP0j3iCuI/AAAAAAAAADI/LOpuPM8GaZ4/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And of course, who doesn't anticipate the arriving holidays (although it's only a month) :\&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we're all growing old. Was pretty caught up with my IG and trips to and fro NHG Pharmacy, trying to grasp as much information we need for the upcoming events (us, being trainers) and briefing the students who signed up for the trip to NHG Pharmacy. It wasn't as bad as I thought, it was pretty easy. 3DA POINTS HERE I COMEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday evening, went out with Sharlene Piggy &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkHoj3iCkI/AAAAAAAAABU/HixfIsU7JBA/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006040854203337282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkHoj3iCkI/AAAAAAAAABU/HixfIsU7JBA/s200/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkJAz3iCmI/AAAAAAAAABk/WbZ9js6Jyns/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006042370326792802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkJAz3iCmI/AAAAAAAAABk/WbZ9js6Jyns/s200/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like after 2345435322 dinosaur years, we finally reached MoS by &lt;s&gt;cab&lt;/s&gt; FOOT! We were like two distressed damsels at Cityhall flagging for damn bloody cabs but none wants to pick us up. No matter how much we showed our skin. HAHAHAHAH WTF. Okay nonsense, we don't stoop that low okay. Saw a few familiar faces too, the Nab twins and Nasuha! And a few of the secondary school people. MoS wasn't that fun because of the zillion teeny boppers (okay I know we're like 1 year away from 18 too but..) Smoove was awesome but it was too packed so we were at the main arena most of the time. Got caught by sgnightlife photographers as well, so it was all kinda exciting. I look like -_- nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006050586599230194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkQfD3iCvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7wPiC_gBSg8/s200/824423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006050586599230210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkQfD3iCwI/AAAAAAAAADY/mUkmWxCvkq8/s200/824489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how we looked like after MoS. Actually worse than that lah, me especially, I looked worse. The pimple on the nose isn't helping much :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006042378916727410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkJBT3iCnI/AAAAAAAAABs/gfcv2Gn9IRw/s200/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkHoz3iClI/AAAAAAAAABc/BxzkId9NyWY/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We thought of cabbing home since I was sleeping over at Sharlene's but we decided to sleep along the streets to wait for the first bus home. After clubbing we slacked outside 7-11 with Marcos, Zul, Nick, and company. Prata at 4 in the morning and then we were super beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkL6T3iCoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3vwU6zhPLyw/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006045557192526466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkL6T3iCoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3vwU6zhPLyw/s200/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkL6z3iCpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ATg9QhOueYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006045565782461074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkL6z3iCpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ATg9QhOueYQ/s200/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Sharlene's place only around 7 and then BOM. DREAMLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006047038956243618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkNQj3iCqI/AAAAAAAAACc/KANn-vVxqx4/s200/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks for having me over babe, love you! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-3617636133758052668?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/3617636133758052668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=3617636133758052668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/3617636133758052668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/3617636133758052668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/slow-down-please.html' title='SLOW DOWN PLEASE.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oRbMqDiTBRo/RXkETT3iCjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v2-ovMNSaFk/s72-c/capbottomred20061012a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116547802457169103</id><published>2006-12-07T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:53:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condescending</title><content type='html'>Someone says if you're in a team, you don't see any assholes around you, it's cause it's you. So i'm like the pain in the ass everywhere. And if something's pleasurable, I'll try to make it worse so that it feels better :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116547802457169103?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116547802457169103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116547802457169103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116547802457169103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116547802457169103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/condescending.html' title='Condescending'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116507664185040821</id><published>2006-12-03T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:24:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night also, our class at pasir ris beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw 'something' sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly. cos that time ghost month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT ARE YOU SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;examiner le coeur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;examiner le coeur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NOT SCARED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;really?!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;examiner le coeur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT I CLOSE CURTAINS FIRST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116507664185040821?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116507664185040821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116507664185040821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116507664185040821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116507664185040821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahahah.html' title='HAHAHAH'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116503268850511598</id><published>2006-12-02T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:11:28.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doot doot doot!</title><content type='html'>I have so much things to say but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, and I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116503268850511598?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116503268850511598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116503268850511598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116503268850511598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116503268850511598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/doot-doot-doot.html' title='doot doot doot!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116489227333653875</id><published>2006-11-30T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:34:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOON RAPED ME</title><content type='html'>WOAH, like finally a decent entry here. I've been so so busy, I need some time off. TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week I skipped Cognitive halfway and went to catch a movie with some of the classmates- Casino Royale. Never been a fan of action films, but this proved me wrong. It's a damn good show, but was quite draggy at some parts. Culture lesson for this week was fun, we got the chance to go out of school and my team went to Esplanade and explored architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/1600/92147/DSC00652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/200/190512/DSC00652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/1600/43795/28-11-06_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/200/418342/28-11-06_1154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's Dinie flexing his biceps and huge arms time and time again. Yeah, I'm also super caught up with Pharmaceutical IG. The setting up of the Apothecary in RP and proposals and all the shiznits :/ I need some sleep man, my eyebags are reaching the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night, I had a really nice chat with Nat on MSN past midnight. Appreciate it alot alot :)&lt;br /&gt;Crap thoughts up in the head :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/200/611223/DSC01080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/200/899554/DSC01079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KISSES TO JADEY! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116489227333653875?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116489227333653875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116489227333653875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116489227333653875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116489227333653875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/moon-raped-me.html' title='THE MOON RAPED ME'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116463766644213387</id><published>2006-11-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:27:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>Like all the fools who play it smart,&lt;br /&gt;lose your head just for your heart, just for your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116463766644213387?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116463766644213387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116463766644213387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116463766644213387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116463766644213387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-all-fools-who-play-it-smart-lose.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116452326973010272</id><published>2006-11-26T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:41:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>Okay, I got tagged by lenethemean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how old did you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. where were you when 911 happened?&lt;br /&gt;i was flying with Peterpan in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you do when vending machine steals your money?&lt;br /&gt;i'll hit the machine until my hands hurt and stupidly walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you count yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes yes, sometimes i don't want to share my things, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;ankle or my thunder thighs so that i can camouflage the flabs. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;french &amp; malay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;of course, they are my granny and pops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;good food/drinks, and of course with friends and a hell lot of laughters and stupid stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;when i am bored with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. would you move for the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;EEYER. poke me and you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. dream job?&lt;br /&gt;someone who works in a magazine company. or pay me to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. favorite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;cityhall. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. showers or baths?&lt;br /&gt;baths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;height and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;i have so many, which one? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;on top of a high cliff and screaming my lungs out! (pig, we should go find some high place and do it together okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;my little sister who i very much would like to bite her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. heavy or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;light sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;YES, VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. who can you relate to?&lt;br /&gt;so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. how do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;br /&gt;friendly and fun. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;nooppe! that explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what's your favorite pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;no pick-ups, i drop them. hahahaha. kk not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. what's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;justin timberlake's my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;watching mtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. what did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;"sorry seh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. whose bed did you sleep in last?&lt;br /&gt;ritz carlton sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. what color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;BPSS PE SHIRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;step up! hotstuff indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. name three things you have on you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;wallet, handphone and gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. what color are your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;purpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. how much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;30 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. what is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;breast! wooohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. what's your favorite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;California, Californiaaaaaa, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. i can't wait till...?&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. what did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;mee pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. what do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;ask me that 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;bacon and bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. what songs do you sing in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;so many, which one? hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;when my daddy was singing so loudly at marina and everyone stared at us. malu sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;1 whole stretch of blue-blacks on my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;HOW I KNOW RIGHT. so shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. what's your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;gummy bears!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. what song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah by jeff buckley cos it's so damn fucking sad. and i expect all of you to cry your eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. four random people to do this?&lt;br /&gt;nana banana, zack and you and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116452326973010272?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116452326973010272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116452326973010272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116452326973010272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116452326973010272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116434599258752705</id><published>2006-11-24T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:33:45.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT? WHAAAAAAT?!</title><content type='html'>GAWD, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I can only do so much right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a loser for half an hour today. Maths is making it all worse la, much more worse. We learn A Maths of all the things in this world and I know kosong. KOSONG, wtf. We're suppose to finish doing the bloody worksheet of 20 questions but I feel the whole thing is talking rubbish. Thank you very much. It's raining and it's so freaking cold in the classroom and I forgot to bring my sweater :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the day will end with a good ending. &lt;s&gt;Gonna meet Nat afterwards, hope we'll have fun.&lt;/s&gt; I don't know la, everytime this 'fun' turns out to be awkwardness. I think it's me, ME, ME. Argh, the cause of how my mood is now is not PMS. NOT PMS, you hear? I don't know why everytime when one's in a bad mood (especially girls) will blame it on PMS, it's not their fucking fault. You don't bleed at your vagina every single day. You are angry for a reason, you're like that for a reason and it's fucking not PMS you retards. WOO, that felt a lot better. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me also. I need serious therapy, and I don't mean retail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the reason I clung to hoping was because I knew. I knew that it wouldn't happen and that's why I felt I had to hope so hard. So desperately, I hoped. It seems I spend most of my life distracting myself from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copeland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As how I had felt about today, not going to meet Nat cos her mom didn't approve of her going out today :\ &amp;amp; condolences to Ilyas uncle who passed away. Stupid Black Friday, go away.&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116434599258752705?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116434599258752705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116434599258752705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116434599258752705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116434599258752705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-whaaaaaat.html' title='WHAT? WHAAAAAAT?!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116426456640992441</id><published>2006-11-23T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:57:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WELCOME A BEATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/1600/381888/NICE%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/1600/357413/DSC01034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love how whenever I post entries here, it feels like talking to a wall. Which would be fine, if that's what I wanted. Which it is, sometimes. But right now I want someone to talk to me. I need to communicate with people. I need contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights like these the jarring sound of the telephone ring is a part of a perfect existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The things we do just to stay alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/309/322/200/819812/NICE%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My head feels tired and stuffy. I've been pretty preoccupied with school, and friends lately. Which is a good thing (?), I guess. It's like flea month, and I've been going to fleas quite alot this week. One at Home club with Sharlene and the other with Matt &amp; Syam. They definitely have good stuffs at fleas but not that much at Home club. I bought myself a set of 4 bangles from Home club. The sellers were damn fine and friendly, hur. Had a great time with my piggies. Caught Step Up on Monday night, which explained why I skipped school on Tuesday (overslept!). Fun fun fun, ♥! Would definitely look forward to more hang outs. Anyway today after school, I headed down to Bishan with Jadey before I left her to meet Ruth &amp;amp; Muks goondusamys. Really had a bad day today, glad to have them made my day. Was laughing like some fucked up girl la. Blame it on Long John. It has always been them, especially when I had Milo Freeze. Then I purposely fooled around with my camera, embarassing Muks by snapping him like a stalker. Hahaha. TOMORROW, FRIDAYYYYYYYYYY! Weekends. Gah, what's the point of weekends when you don't go out and be a zombie. I have so many things to do. Meet-ups with girls who wants shoes, and take photos of my barangs, or hopefully, be able to get a place at upcoming flea markets. I srsly need to sell off my junkies wunkies. A big fat savings account would make me smile too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna go develop my photos tomorrow with Nat hopefully! Miss her hugs! I need a hug! COME COME. HAHAHAH :X Shit, shut up la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ignore you because, I like you?! Wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116426456640992441?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116426456640992441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116426456640992441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116426456640992441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116426456640992441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-welcome-beating.html' title='I WELCOME A BEATING'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116420769316556955</id><published>2006-11-22T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:01:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERRO!</title><content type='html'>GAYGAYGAYGAY! FINALLY I'M BACK! LOVING THE NEW TEMPLATE BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO START TO LIKE SMALL THINGS (SMALL FONTS &amp;amp; SUCH) SO GET USED TO IT. HAWHAWHAW! I'M GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116420769316556955?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116420769316556955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116420769316556955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116420769316556955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116420769316556955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/herro_116420769316556955.html' title='HERRO!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116369083288413872</id><published>2006-11-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:27:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bodoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/gah%20038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/gah%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/gah%20035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/gah%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/gah%20037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/gah%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Okay, photos taken by Nat yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;I can only describe my mood for these past few days - F.U.C.K.E.D. No, I haven't lost my virginity. So many problems at home, financially, and internally, socially. Fuck, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today had Pharmaceutical IG meeting. Me, vice-head &amp;amp; Jade, president of Merchandising comm. So we did planning of objectives for the sub-comm and prepared presentation for next week then slacked at the OSC after that.&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from a yummy dinner. And being the pig I am, I decided to go grab Twister ice-cream from the petrol kiosk. I don't know why suddenly all the strange stares are at me. A group of mats were there looking looking. GORGE YOUR EYES AH, SEE SEE. Gawsh, does that mean I look weirder. Do I have dandruff on my hair, do I have a huge ass, do I have extra ears sticking out of my head. THEN WHY MAN, TELL ME WHY. Okay, this one not important. What is important is I still have my friends, and I want to develop my photos and be a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS MONEY SO FUCKING IMPORTANT. GODDAMNIT, knnbccb.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'M BECOMING SO BAD. VULGARVULGAR TSKTSK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116369083288413872?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116369083288413872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116369083288413872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116369083288413872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116369083288413872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/bodoh.html' title='bodoh'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116356779097425848</id><published>2006-11-15T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:10:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell shannon her crafts are ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/636144613_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/636144613_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you would make the prettiest of brides (oh baby i got you workin got you workin from the nine to five) you would make the prettiest rape victim (oh baby i got you workin got you workin from the nine to five) god damn i hope i overdose your mouth is open and better suits a bottle opener than to talk my pathetic fucking ears off i'd jab an ice pick in my eardrums if i could someday regain my hearing i envision (more more more) snapping your neck (more more more) tilt back your head and fucking take it milligram count, you've gone to far diagnosis, finally gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't read if you find 'fuck' irritating)&lt;br /&gt;Red eyes, sleepy head, dying brain, crammed lungs, missing heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really fucked inside out today, since morning when the mother.. (shan't continue or I'll really start to crack) Walked to school with Zack and Aaron as usual. And as usual, I'm always blur in the morning because I just want to fucking sleep at home and not go to school anymore. What if there's no such things as money, what if there's no such things as school. Okay, I'm blabbering nonsense here so I guess it's better that I shut up. Internet is super laggy, and it makes me super frustrated and MSN is also being a bitch so it makes me super duper frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was really looking forward to after school because I get to see Asla darling, and Nat! :D Happy happy. But PMS just had to come and take over my body so again, I felt more than f. It's so stupid how my mood can be all over the place. One minute I'll be laughing for no reason, and the other I'll be as quiet as a sheep and then I'll just stare at you, and and.. :X Forget it, I just need a shoulder right now. Someone, lend me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, went to support Tim at esplanade library, he was playing and singing. It was alright :) Saw Farhan, Ritzuan and Kenneth, all were good. Hope we could all hang out soon after the bloody O's. Fuck, my feet is aching, and so are my eyes. You know what, I need to learn more malay words and speak them or else I won't know I got scolded as a princess who crossed in between the two other malays. I'm not being racist here la okay. Sorry to the three malays if you got offended by my walking in between you guys because I got blocked by something in front of me okay. Okay. I haven't developed my photos and I want to. Hope the next time we meet, Nat and Ilyas could go. I love Nat's cameraaaaaaa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:52pm and I bluffed my mom I had dinner already when I didn't. I need food. I can't stand how the guy with tattoo was staring at me on the train. I felt like I was a freak. AHHH SHUT UP ALY. Stupid MSN, knnbccb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116356779097425848?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116356779097425848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116356779097425848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116356779097425848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116356779097425848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/tell-shannon-her-crafts-are-ready.html' title='tell shannon her crafts are ready'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116355779233170019</id><published>2006-11-15T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:29:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMMY LOVE;</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to say ffff in front of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116355779233170019?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116355779233170019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116355779233170019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116355779233170019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116355779233170019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/tammy-love.html' title='TAMMY LOVE;'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116346901026501796</id><published>2006-11-14T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:50:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do when you have absolutely nothing</title><content type='html'>Okay basically when you are bored, you do stupid things. Like what I'm doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Blink wildly and then close your eyes really tight for an interesting light show&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;See a variety of blobs, stars and flashes. Try to make out shapes and see if your subconscious is trying to send you a message.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Try to not think about penguins&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;This is especially hard, because by trying too much, you remember what you were trying to avoid thinking of. If you try too little, you end up thinking about penguins anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Use your secret mind power&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Pick a passing by and try to use your mind power to command them do something, like drop their bag or knock into someone. The law of averages dictates that sooner or later one of your mind commands will come true, so you can convince yourself that you really have super human powers and waste even more time trying them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Repeat the same word over and over until it loses its meaning&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Pick a random word out of a magazine and say it aloud to yourself until it becomes a meaningless set of noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Try to swallow your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to say about this one. It is possible, but really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Make a low buzzing noise&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 15-30 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Hours of fun in libraries! Keeping a totally straight face and looking nonchalant, make a low pitch humming/buzzing noise and see who reacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Pretend all humans will die except for people in room with you&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 10-20 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if this really happened? Would the group stay together, or would there be factions? Who would join what group? Remember, there would only be power for a few days before the plants ran out of fuel or broke. To travel, you would always have to be near cars to siphon gas out of. Best to do with people you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAA WTF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116346901026501796?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116346901026501796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116346901026501796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116346901026501796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116346901026501796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-to-do-when-you-have-absolutely.html' title='things to do when you have absolutely nothing'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116324052577722350</id><published>2006-11-11T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:36:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AACKK</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to miss the flea at Zouk, and stay home tomorrow :&amp; worse, there's a fucking hole in my contact lens. WHY DOES SHIT HAPPENS.&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116324052577722350?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116324052577722350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116324052577722350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116324052577722350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116324052577722350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/aackk.html' title='AACKK'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116313801530833445</id><published>2006-11-10T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:11:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay I backdated the events in this entry :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/DSC00964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/DSC00964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skipped school today cos I was so sleepy the night before. Woke up, and got myself ready to go Jade's house. We went to Lavender to get her passport stuffs done, and then got my spoilt camera traded in (for a new one, yay!)- Ixus 60. It was raining heavily the whole afternoon so we got bored and Jade, being the ah-soh she was stole free drinks from the office while I played with the pointy cups (-.-) Found a seating place and then sat there, talking about stuffs, while she drank her hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, went to Vivo again and s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/Gek010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hopped. Evening, met with her friends- Wei Liang and a new friend, Liren or the sony ericsson name, ALSONY! Both great guys lah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/30-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/25.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/13-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time at Carls Jr. and after. Especially dinner, spitting into each other's eyes when Wei Liang started to get into fits for no reason :\ Sorry Jade, I don't have pictures of you eating except for the apple strudel. HAHAH, FUNNY LAH. Then i learnt what the hell are XDs. Hahahha. Went home, sleep, woke up for school cos it's FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Jade! MWAH. Why you always out of my camera focus onedsfsdfvvr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After school, met up with Mukuman. Had a smoke and then went to accompany him to makan. Caught up with each other a little before I went home and then spend the night out with my retard father at Holland V. Snapped up almost everything of my film. I think I'm left with only 1 shot left. Can't wait to develop them photos, I hope the exposed part isn't black :X Accck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOME ALONE &amp;amp; GOING GILER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got my favorite mag to accompany me at home right now, plus the internet (say Internet Shopping) SOP SOP AH! Chatting with Tammy Tam Tam :D At least I have people to chat with, hoho. Can't wait to meet up with so many people after the stupid Os. Ritzuan just finished his Os too, so we'll definitely hang out soon!&lt;br /&gt;AHH, NATASHA RAMLY PLEASE REPLY MY SMS. I wanna go to the Zouk flea tomorow :Woah, Saosin making me go RARRRR and headbanging like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this Saturday you guys &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116313801530833445?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116313801530833445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116313801530833445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116313801530833445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116313801530833445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/nice-things.html' title='nice things'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116299701202502715</id><published>2006-11-08T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:27:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get some, ho</title><content type='html'>Today demands a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'll be nice enough to reply the fucking comments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junying&lt;/strong&gt;- Sorry babe, I'll link you now. Go check it, hawhaw. I MISS YOU MISS MODEL, I know, sounds super random but what the heck. Be glad you're like the only girl out of the 3532434 rgps friends I still keep in contact like till now. Because we talk so much crap on MSN and how much I like to nudge you and irritate you, that's why we're still talking. Please stop growing, I don't want to look like a midget the next time we go out, which is soon. Please study well for Os, and then get done and over with then we can go hyper over the slightest of things when we go the next time, okay which is soon. SOOOON, CAN'T WAIT! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nana Banana&lt;/strong&gt;- FINALLY YOU CAME TO SCHOOL TODAY. You're like the only one who I call out to go break with okay, I can't go to break without you :\ Hahahahah! 10th Nov coming! YAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so today was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch a movie at Cathay with Naz, Adel and Jade, THE GRUDGE 2. It's somehow funny, maybe cos of the company we had in the cinema. Hahahah. Jade was just freaking out and laughing at random times lah, and your water bottle just had to land on my foot. Ended up laughing throughout the whole movie instead of screaming ACCCKK. Towards the end of the movie Jade freaked out because she wasn't really concentrating on the movie but on something else, which I don't know. HAHAHAA, funny shit lah you Jade. OHOH, EDISON CHEN. AAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Afterschools with friends always ace the day. I had fun, hope you guys did too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went our separate ways. Took 162 to Thomson with Jade and had the damn super yummy Ritz Apple Strudel. HAWHAW! Laughing away, girl bitching, super duper fun. It's like I thought we won't have the chance to meet with each other, and then I'm sitting there, with my favourite girl at Ritz, talking crap and laughing. Ritz was empty at that point of time, so no problem. Mouth open big and letting out ugly noises like nobody's business. Good times! :) Oh Jade, don't be shy. Hahaha. I hope we'll have more of times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PROUD OF YOU JADE. I GOT YOUR FIRST TIME, YOU GAVE YOUR FIRST TIME TO ME! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm dying. I think I have lukaemia. Hhahaha, for some reason I have blue-blacks on my leg which doesn't hurt. This is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116299701202502715?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116299701202502715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116299701202502715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116299701202502715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116299701202502715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-some-ho.html' title='get some, ho'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116288569119762859</id><published>2006-11-07T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:55:21.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't mean anything</title><content type='html'>I miss not having photos to post up in my entries :\ soon okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene called yesterday (surprise, surprise!) and chatted for a few minutes. Don't worry babe, O's will be over before you know it ;) I know, sounds easy but just live through it yeah. Can't wait for weekends, hope my plans are through! Dated Natasha for weekends, we'll go Zouk for the flea! WHEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such desperate needs for clothes. JEANS JEANS JEANS, TOPSHOP PETITES, TANKS, FRUFRU ACCESSORIES, LIPSTICK BANDIT ACRYLIC RINGS, !!!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, so materialistic. But what to do, they make me happy. Unless you can! :P Ah, the wonders of spending your green papers (think cash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh, will be spending my December holidays in Langkawi. WHEEEEEE. Hello to burnt skin and bikinis! Hoho. Anyway, just finished designing the first pair of the 2343453242 pairs of white MOTO shoes I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/DSC00947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, credits to my sister too, helped me touched up the shoes with more rainbows :) I hope someone out there would be interested! :\ Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what, I feel so bored right now, maybe because my mind is still in sleep mode, idk, whatever but here are some of the few things I want to accomplish:&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out at McCafe till midnight, just catching up and doing stupid things with friends&lt;br /&gt;- Someone, BOOZE! I miss the taste, hahaha, I totally sound like a suaku&lt;br /&gt;- Go Arab Street and take photos, photos, and more photos&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out, hang out, hang outtt until I fall flat on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay to summarise, I just want to talk crap/laugh/laugh somemore/see my lovely friends' faces/laugh until I look so ugly like nobody business lah okay. I MISS ALL OF YOUUUUU :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY IS JADE NOT ONLINE WHEN I NEED HERRRRRRRR. Okay byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why are - like this, it's like there's a stupid barrier between - :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116288569119762859?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116288569119762859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116288569119762859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116288569119762859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116288569119762859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-doesnt-mean-anything.html' title='it doesn&apos;t mean anything'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116288513424776215</id><published>2006-11-07T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:38:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and if this is what it takes just to lie with my mistakes,</title><content type='html'>then just fucking live with what I did to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116288513424776215?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116288513424776215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116288513424776215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116288513424776215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116288513424776215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-if-this-is-what-it-takes-just-to.html' title='and if this is what it takes just to lie with my mistakes,'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116273640646806840</id><published>2006-11-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:21:49.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ONE CARES TO TALK ABOUT IT</title><content type='html'>TODAY TODAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to spend my day out and there's nothing much for me to complain. Llama wanted to go out, so I accompanied him. My holga needed to go out too, so he brought me to this creepy place behind Acid Bar. Swear that place is like the 2nd Arab Street. The tunnel near the expressway is awesome. I want to go there again, maybe when Natasha is free. Then we'll hang out there till like midnight. HAHAHA, gawsh. So I took crazy photos, can't wait to develop them. Anxiety kills. Then took train to Pasir Ris, east side yo. Dear mommy fetched me from there and we headed for dinner at Ang Mo Kio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW NOW NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Zack at least on MSN keeps me sane. It's 10:11PM already and fuck, I don't want to go school tomorrow. Dry-lab.com is making me insane, I want the bling-blink acrylic diamond rings. So pretty pretty! Someone gimme please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn to want a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116273640646806840?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116273640646806840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116273640646806840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116273640646806840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116273640646806840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-one-cares-to-talk-about-it.html' title='NO ONE CARES TO TALK ABOUT IT'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116265129623174252</id><published>2006-11-04T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:41:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY.</title><content type='html'>First of all, congrats to Mr. Benedict Goh on his wedding in the beautiful St.Theresa Church, exchanging rings with his pretty wife. Thanks for the invite once again, and may you both live a happily ever after life! :)&lt;br /&gt;Weddings are so like that, and I don't mean it in a bad way :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tammy the Makky made me happy today because she is still the same crazy Tammy I know. Vicki, Sinne, Karyu, Juliana &amp; BF, Christopher, Geok Hoon, Mariana, Felicia, Angelina and the rest of Le Voci Entro were all there. Omg Tammy you must love me for specially mentioning you. Hahahah, promise to go hang at Vivo after your Os alright. We'll have the most romantic night ever. HOHOHO! After the wedding thing, Vicki and Chris followed to Vivo and shopped for awhile before we all go home. &amp;amp; now I'm so sleepy and fucked inside out because of dear dear Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hush Sounds will solve it all. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116265129623174252?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116265129623174252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116265129623174252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116265129623174252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116265129623174252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title='YAY.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116255536103681094</id><published>2006-11-03T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:50:17.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SUCH A BIG MISTAKE TO..</title><content type='html'>Harro!&lt;br /&gt;School is still school, and I am still me, fortunately. Today was Maths- GRAPHS. Okay you'll somehow get the idea what follows after that -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out after school yesterday. Because I doubt anyone will want to follow me to town to look for jeans, Adel followed. And he got his MP3, so happy happy ah. Hahaha, but I found no good jeans so I guess I'll have to save up more $$$ to get the expansive wans. I'm soo haiyoh like that. I feel like I abandoned my Holga, collecting dust at the corner of my desk. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, someone go out with me and take picture take pictures! I need Natasha Ramly Burger! :\ Jealous she can take such pretty photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Mr. Goh's wedding at St. Theresa's Church. Someone want to go hangout somewhere tomorrow night? :D&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, as good as talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I replace Rocky Votolato with Adelo's remakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blink 182- I Miss You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hello there the angel from my wetdreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i expose my film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shadow in the background of the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the unsuspected victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does your camera work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of darkness in the valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we can live like jack and sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we can live like jack and polly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where u can oways bastard me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can have hari raya on thaipusam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and wish this will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wish this will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you and i'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot sleep, i cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need wetdreams always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of sick strange assholes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes creeping on so haunting everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yah the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i stared i counted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the webs from all the lizards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it definitely taste like briyani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a bit of sambal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will you come home and stop this pain tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come home ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;prease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come home ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont waste your time on me, youre already the star inside my head(i miss, you miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyz II Men- I'll Make Love To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;close your eyes, please breathe in&lt;br /&gt;and then start your beraking&lt;br /&gt;coz tonight is fascinating&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna celebrate all through the thing.&lt;br /&gt;pour the wine, light the fire&lt;br /&gt;girl your wish is my command&lt;br /&gt;i submit to your demands&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything, girl you need only ask&lt;br /&gt;i'll berak with you&lt;br /&gt;like u want me too&lt;br /&gt;and i'll push it out&lt;br /&gt;baby i'll confirm shout&lt;br /&gt;i'll berak with you&lt;br /&gt;when you want me too&lt;br /&gt;and i will n&lt;br /&gt;the usuals.adel. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i will not release&lt;br /&gt;till u tell me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aly you know you know says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thank you byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116255536103681094?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116255536103681094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116255536103681094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116255536103681094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116255536103681094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-such-big-mistake-to.html' title='IT&apos;S SUCH A BIG MISTAKE TO..'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116236209768331862</id><published>2006-11-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:48:50.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>School blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;SO I SKIPPED SCHOOL, and slept all the way till 11am. Actually thought of going down to Holland V. by myself but I had stuffs to do with my mom. In the end, nope! Went down to the post office and mail out another pair of shoe, and then to the office to see how many more shoes I have in stock. Argh, it's frustrating to negotiate $$ with buyers, prices I'm selling at are really really seriously effing cheap. What more do you want! $%#$^$#%#@ Anyway, my daddy got me a fake Chanel bag, don't know whether it's nice, but I guess it was alright. Oh gawwd, when I'm rich and I have loads of cash, I WANT THAT GORGEOUS CHANEL TOTE. Like soo oh-my-gawd. Seriously. Okay, enough of wanting this and that. I sound so spoilt (slap myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo yesterday after school I decided to drop by Tim's house since he lives so near me now, Green Meadows! I can like take 855 or 163 and 5 minutes walk down. We had the shortest hangout yesterday, like half an hour of crapping and catching up. I didn't enter his new house because I was too lazy to take off my shoes (I know, wtf) It was raining and the weather was so humid, of course I won't have the mood to do anything but to WALK. Yes, we walked around his estate and a park he found for half an hour. Talking about how hot his neighbor was when he found out she was actually his aunt. Cold jokes, and dogs barking and yada. Will drop by his place again some time soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo addicted to The Hush Sound, thanks to Ilyas. Oh yeah, updated playlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things a comin'! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116236209768331862?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116236209768331862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116236209768331862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116236209768331862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116236209768331862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-im-still-alive.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116204947958553869</id><published>2006-10-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:32:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-sequitar #2</title><content type='html'>Today is .&lt;br /&gt;Great as well, I lost my right contacts and I'm left with only 1. Say goodbye to another $20 soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I brought my holga out today and I snapped another one shot. That's how sacred I keep my holga as. I need to start treating it as a toy already and then get more films from Ruby's :X Oh yeah, so a friend called to inform me about the 4E2/4E3'05 chalet thing on the 18th Dec. Hope I'll be able to make it, just so I could see how everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC is burning my brain, 4 more episodes to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise how irritating lonely people (like me) are when they simply want to go out and rant on and on and on about the 'i-want-to-hang-out-desperately-or-i'll-die' part. The part where Marissa broke up with ryan and felt all lonely and just wants to hang with Summer and when Summer couldn't make it, it's sad you know. I want someone to just call me up and tell them they want to meet me right now. And not &lt;em&gt;whether &lt;/em&gt;I could meet them. There's a difference and it feels good to be wanted. Hoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116204947958553869?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116204947958553869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116204947958553869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116204947958553869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116204947958553869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/non-sequitar-2.html' title='Non-sequitar #2'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116186414372857297</id><published>2006-10-26T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:13:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM TRYING TO UPDATE MORE OFTEN</title><content type='html'>SO YOU GUYS CAN HAVE LOADS OF CRAP TO READ ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm just so angry why dumb people exists. Scratch that, or I'll end up being the one embarrassed about being dumb. I have so many things to talk about actually. I daydream about what I want to blog about and I feel all excited but then when I sign in to blogger.com and click create post, I blank out totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, girls will always be girls. Ugly la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm wearing contact lenses (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my favorite auntie got me THE HOLGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, now there's something for me to do for the weekend. I will come back when I'm sad and depressed, TAKE CARE YOURSELVES! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116186414372857297?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116186414372857297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116186414372857297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116186414372857297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116186414372857297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-trying-to-update-more-often.html' title='I AM TRYING TO UPDATE MORE OFTEN'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116153020483658393</id><published>2006-10-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:16:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Random: CHANEL HANDBAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do I get what I want, but never what I need. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need the fucked up one. The boy on drugs, the one I've hardly ever seen sober. The one in love with The City. The one I can't keep track of. The boy who told me that he might drop out of school, only to surprise me by telling me that it would be to join the Olympic Sailing Team. The one constantly surprising me with his mysteries."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116153020483658393?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116153020483658393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116153020483658393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116153020483658393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116153020483658393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116142044155500983</id><published>2006-10-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:47:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SURPRISE, SURPRISE</title><content type='html'>I feel like having 1 minute spared for myself to be all original and stupid so that I could forget about little (or big?) things like these. I think so much and then I end up hating myself for a few hours. Once I forget about it, it just somehow finds its own way to get into me again, and then I'll hate myself all over again. Wow, wonderful wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why can't I just be fucking normal around people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have you ever been so sad that you can't even say a word, just sit there and cry as if you're in a dream and you're underwater with your eyes open?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms, I just need to go out and take a breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116142044155500983?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116142044155500983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116142044155500983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116142044155500983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116142044155500983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-surprise-surprise.html' title='OH SURPRISE, SURPRISE'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116140602461067906</id><published>2006-10-21T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:33:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY, IF WE WERE TO HAVE A THREESOME, I'D CONCENTRATE ON YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blasting: Metric- Grow Up and Blow Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimmy for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week had been quite alright. It has always been alright, but I just hope it'll be more than alright. Ace it somebody, and I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was spent with &lt;em&gt;the usuals&lt;/em&gt;. I got Tim wanting to watch OC and so I lent the whole of Season 1 to him. Hahaha :\ sorry, OC-freaked. Vivocity rooftops, rokok here and there, lepak here and there, laughed here and there, and did many other stupid things here and there. I, on the other hand, had fun laughing. I think I had my bitch face up last night, I didn't seem like I was enjoying their company but I did. Really. It's just that I felt, tired. TIRED?! Wtf. Okay. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me sometimes. Sigh, I just realise how interesting that people can enter your life and exit as and when without the slightest hint of your realisation. Today I learnt that forever is never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the night: Adel had the spoonful of red chilli inside his system, hoho! Berak power to the maximum. Hahahaha. &amp;amp; Ashik was with his jokes and Tim, botakman. Really unleashed his fuck face. GAWWWWD. Oh and made new friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want cheap jeans, new wardrobe (dresses?!), bags, and duh, moolah. I'm saving, saving, saving up, up, up! :D Trying my new lenses next week, and I need piercings in my skin. OH, can't wait for my holgapolgalolgashagagaga! Hooheehaaahooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more of those kind of nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're tripping baby, everlong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116140602461067906?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116140602461067906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116140602461067906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116140602461067906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116140602461067906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-if-we-were-to-have-threesome-id.html' title='BABY, IF WE WERE TO HAVE A THREESOME, I&apos;D CONCENTRATE ON YOU.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116118172988081332</id><published>2006-10-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:33:09.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO WANTS TO BE FAT WITH ME?</title><content type='html'>eLLoRx PpLs, MiSs mUii MuChiEs? LuRbs YoUuS aLLx VeRi MuChXx WoRxXxZs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahaha! Okay okay, back to being normal. Today was SCIENCE! It was freaking enjoyable, research was a breeze and we had no problems in understanding today's topic at all! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious, mama-mia! :X Was actually planning to skip Science right after UT today but I guess I'll save the 2 free days for better days like 15 Nov. Tim is performing at the Arts Cafe at Esplanade and he wants me to be there, so I'll be there! So in fact, today's lesson wasn't that bad because we didn't need to present our slides. LUCKY, cos my group was practically in a blur state and I guess Loki was fed up enough because I kept asking her questions over and over again. And she said she'd already told me 23435324 times which I didn't think so. I guess I'm just not smart enough lah. Hahahah. Anyway, tomorrow is Thursday and then it'll be Friday! YAYYYY. Gonna see darling Azz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually the point of this entry is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIED MARS BARS AT CHIPPY, FAR EAST PLAZA. WHO IS WITH ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116118172988081332?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116118172988081332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116118172988081332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116118172988081332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116118172988081332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-wants-to-be-fat-with-me.html' title='WHO WANTS TO BE FAT WITH ME?'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116109026094643845</id><published>2006-10-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:05:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH WE RIDE, WE RIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think about how it might have been&lt;br /&gt;We'd spend out days travelling&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But you only wanted me, &lt;em&gt;the way you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'll buy a magazine searching for your face&lt;br /&gt;From coast to coast, or where ever I find my place&lt;br /&gt;I'll track you on the radio, and I'll find your list in a different name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But as close as I get to you, it's not the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will head out alone, hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;We can pat ourselves on the back&lt;br /&gt;And say that we tried&lt;br /&gt;And if one of us makes it big&lt;br /&gt;We can spill our regrets&lt;br /&gt;And talk about how the love never dies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, you're still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachael Yamagata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still be so emo, fuck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116109026094643845?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116109026094643845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116109026094643845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116109026094643845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116109026094643845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-we-ride-we-ride.html' title='YEAH WE RIDE, WE RIDE'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116108748835606951</id><published>2006-10-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:18:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116108748835606951?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116108748835606951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116108748835606951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116108748835606951'/><link rel='self' 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It's easier to give up than fighting something with two middle fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But it's more fun to use those middle fingers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a post. Okay so yesterday I dropped by VivoCity which was awesome because it's like the whole of Orchard Rd all in one place. I just felt like I was in KL because the shopping malls are always twice the size, are they? Haha, anyway, I have yet to check out the whole place. Heard the Rooftop was good, new lepak place! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's alright, just sick of not knowing what to wear everday. I'm in desperate needs for bottoms :\ Was suppose to go hang with Ritzuan today, but he's down with flu all thanks to the haze. It's getting hazier (if there's such a word) everyday. Sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaah, I know where flea markets are happening. I love fleas, don't you? Hawhaw, okay, enjoy school tomorrow yous yous and yous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116100172362326445?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116100172362326445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116100172362326445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116100172362326445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116100172362326445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/non-sequitar-1.html' title='Non-sequitar #1'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116084091992260158</id><published>2006-10-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:50:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCUSE ME WHILE I GET KILLED SOFTLY</title><content type='html'>OKAY, last post for the day. Half an hour more till it's Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my boredom ended when I was chatting with Syam almost the whole afternoon. Woke up &amp;amp; smsed him on the bed (HAHAHA, KINKY). Then managed to watch Good Will Hunting which was okay I guess. Oh, I made contact lenses, hawhaw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hang with the sister tomorrow at Vivocity. It's like everything under one roof. Consperm rock my pantat off manszxzsx. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey, i'm waiting for you to sneak up on me now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116084091992260158?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116084091992260158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116084091992260158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116084091992260158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116084091992260158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/excuse-me-while-i-get-killed-softly.html' title='EXCUSE ME WHILE I GET KILLED SOFTLY'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116080154598940380</id><published>2006-10-14T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:52:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE IT MY LAST PLEASE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M FUCKING BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Paris Hilton on repeat and stoning in front of my laptop. Please, could someone just pop me a surprise SMS and force me to go out with them. HAHAHAHA. KNS. I realize I can be ever so vulgar when I have nothing in my head, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you wanna see the rest of my disgusting posts in this blog, click at the little 'x' at the navigation bar. It's the archive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116080154598940380?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116080154598940380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116080154598940380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116080154598940380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116080154598940380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-it-my-last-please.html' title='MAKE IT MY LAST PLEASE.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116079951357039084</id><published>2006-10-14T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:18:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's it like in New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Time Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I care so much for someone who doesn't give a fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I have to let you know, I'm never letting you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame Plain White T's for being so awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116079951357039084?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116079951357039084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116079951357039084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116079951357039084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116079951357039084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/illuminating.html' title='Illuminating'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116072416157819816</id><published>2006-10-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:27:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Today is da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relief Cognitive faci for today dropped it on me like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot. HAHAHAHA, what's wrong with me. Thank god she's just a relief faci, or my next 12 remaining weeks would be hell. Every Friday would be Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT IS THE LINK BETWEEN OCCAM'S RAZOR AND PARACONSISTENT LOGIC??!" &lt;/em&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I just crapped along and I hope I'll still be able to get a B :X Okay don't bother, don't bother. I still love Cognitive all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, walked over to W1 to wait for the people who wants to go home. Walked to the MRT with Adel and Zack. Stupid Adel, always play with the fats on my arm. I'll make sure I poke him until he have major phobia for people near him. HAHAHHAA :X Met Muks and we froze in the train with my cold jokes (thanks to Adel &amp;amp; Zack during lunch). Muks almost wanted to punch me in the face, who would DARE man. Hahahahhaa. Then we shopped at Wisma's Topman and he got a green striped polo and a pair of jeans (rich uh somebody) for Deepavali. I didn't get anything though :) See, I'm good girl. Okay. Then after all the shopping we went to get my Java Chip at Starbucks and then sat there and laughed. What's better than laughing man? We love laughing. After laughing we took a train and got home. Got home, I brain freezed. RJ question was like shit. Anyway something random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) hurro?:&lt;br /&gt;my schoool looks like hospital.&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) the walls have eyes:&lt;br /&gt;no la it looks like a research lab tt breeds cows tt herd across the field beside the mrt station everyday&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) hurro?:&lt;br /&gt;thanks ar.&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) the walls have eyes:&lt;br /&gt;haha its damn funny&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) the walls have eyes:&lt;br /&gt;all the students walk across the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ar cousin. Thanks. Hahahahha, don't worry I'm not offended in any ways :D&lt;br /&gt;Muks, congrats on gaining back the confidence to being black again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116072416157819816?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116072416157819816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116072416157819816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116072416157819816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116072416157819816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116072356815561034</id><published>2006-10-13T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:12:48.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA, HOW ABOUT YOU?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I like to just sit there and look at how still everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I do it in the bathroom. (Everything is so still and quiet in there.) I can't even describe the feeling I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116072356815561034?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116072356815561034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116072356815561034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116072356815561034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116072356815561034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-how-about-you.html' title='HAHA, HOW ABOUT YOU?'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116065202279692988</id><published>2006-10-12T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:20:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MONSTER</title><content type='html'>I'm on crank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116065202279692988?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116065202279692988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116065202279692988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116065202279692988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116065202279692988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/monster.html' title='THE MONSTER'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116062867587646240</id><published>2006-10-12T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:51:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING WILL CHANGE</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO, merry christmas :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today I skipped school and managed to sleep until 11. Because my family is known to be loud, my grandmother woke me up while she was talking to my mom. Yeah, my granny's talking is actually equals to her shouting. RARRRRRRRRRR. So now we know why I'm like that. I watched The Break-up again because Jennifer Aniston is so hawwwwt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was quite alright. Irwan just had to be a sadist by watching Black Sun 713 beside me. Nudging me to watch the gruesome things the Japs had to do on innocent people. EW, especially the one where they tied the people up on poles and then on the count of three, BOOM! The body parts were,... okay you get what I mean. Then after school I took a train down to town with Joe and his friend, John. Two bullies =( but I survived both of them. What's with the coconut milk and shit. Joe is a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Azz up just to know where she is, but she's still at Thomson Plaza (insert 'sian' face here) so I went to the nice toilet at Wheelock Place and freshened up myself before I went to mag-whore at Borders. They changed the girly section like all the way to the back cos the space at the back is just so crammed everytime. I think I stayed there around 45 mins before I walked down to Lido and waited another 20 mins for Princess Azz to come. Hahahaha, but no worries :D Went to topshop, got my stuff, and then went to Far East to get Azz's raya heels. Then buka at Burger King where all the matreps/minahreps/whatever were there. Took a bus, went home. Yay, Friday tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out, I want to go out, I want to go out, I want to go out. Someone date me please.&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Paris Hilton =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116062867587646240?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116062867587646240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116062867587646240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116062867587646240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116062867587646240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-will-change.html' title='EVERYTHING WILL CHANGE'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116058406144128401</id><published>2006-10-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:27:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY.</title><content type='html'>TEN RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. i think alot, more than alot&lt;br /&gt;2. i always feel like i don't fit in =X&lt;br /&gt;3. i should be sleeping right now, but ehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't leave the house without my cell, eyeliner, foundation, ipod.&lt;br /&gt;5. look good, feeeeel good (or better)&lt;br /&gt;6. i laugh at everything &amp; anything. i'm not picky about what what's funny or amusing.&lt;br /&gt;7. almost aaalways craving some sort of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;8. sometimes it gets really lonely.&lt;br /&gt;9. i like stealing photos from random journals which i think is pretty and leave a comment, duh&lt;br /&gt;10. i enjoy my friend's company to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE PLACES I'VE VISITED:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2. Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;3. Thailand (Bangkok &amp; Chiang Mai)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;5. Australia (Brisbane &amp;amp; Perth)&lt;br /&gt;6. Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;7. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;8. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;9. Singapore, hahaha pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. travel, travel, travel!&lt;br /&gt;2. i still have my best friend there for me.&lt;br /&gt;3. meet ALL my family.&lt;br /&gt;4. be successful and live on my own in my posh little apartment.&lt;br /&gt;5. move to new york/california/australia.&lt;br /&gt;6. get married &amp; have a happy family with great kids.&lt;br /&gt;7. inspire someone to write something beautiful about me, like a song or just anything.&lt;br /&gt;8. be happy happy happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WAYS TO WIN MY HEART:&lt;br /&gt;1. good surprises!&lt;br /&gt;2. take me out for dessert/anything, just take me out. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3. accept as how i am and looove it.&lt;br /&gt;4. not care how fugly i look, especially in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;5. open up to me.&lt;br /&gt;6. HUMOR HUMOR HUMOR.&lt;br /&gt;7. letters :) RANDOM CALLS :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THINGS I BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;1. ghosts&lt;br /&gt;2. that everything will be okay in the end.&lt;br /&gt;3. everybody is a good person.&lt;br /&gt;4. that i'm extremely blessed &amp; lucky to be who i am, where i am, and to have what i have.&lt;br /&gt;5. karma .. sort of&lt;br /&gt;6. fate, but that you still do decide it even if you're unaware of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS I'M AFRAID OF:&lt;br /&gt;1. being alone.&lt;br /&gt;2. get raped, assaulted or whatever you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;3. forgetting something behind, or just forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;4. horror stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;5. thieves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR OF MY FAVORITE ITEMS IN MY BEDROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. BED, DUH!! :D&lt;br /&gt;2.my barang boxes&lt;br /&gt;3. my bulletin board&lt;br /&gt;4. my mirror, but it sucks tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DO EVERYDAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. eat&lt;br /&gt;2. msn&lt;br /&gt;3. talk talk talk, and act stupid. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO THINGS I AM TRYING NOT TO DO RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. talk on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE PERSON I WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Azz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. aly/ali&lt;br /&gt;2. zhen&lt;br /&gt;3. ketiak, HAHAHHAHAHA. pls don't call me that tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. being able to laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;3. collarbone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. upper body&lt;br /&gt;2. my ass&lt;br /&gt;3. ehh i don't know (i should be happy with myself, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. indo?&lt;br /&gt;3. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. food&lt;br /&gt;2. friends&lt;br /&gt;3. MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. oversized shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. nothing else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists at the moment):&lt;br /&gt;1. the postal service&lt;br /&gt;2. snow patrol&lt;br /&gt;3. secondhand serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. paris hilton- nothing in this world (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;2. the postal service- the district sleeps alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;3. andrew bird- fake palindromes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. partying!&lt;br /&gt;2. yoga? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;3. take good polaroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1. acceptance &amp; open-mindedness&lt;br /&gt;2. total open honesty, especially if something's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;3. good humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. messy bedhead hair&lt;br /&gt;2. great eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. lean &amp; musuclar arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. walk straight? haha.&lt;br /&gt;2. MATH&lt;br /&gt;3. not stop fidgeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. having good substantial conversation&lt;br /&gt;2. read&lt;br /&gt;3. sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. go out and eat with some people.. or just go ouuuttt&lt;br /&gt;2. go shopping, haha&lt;br /&gt;3. just chill with friends and laugh and talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1. editor/or get paid to go shopping jobs in a magazine firm&lt;br /&gt;2. start own business in Haji lane, wooooh.&lt;br /&gt;3. be a great pharmacist and earn good $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Malibu&lt;br /&gt;2. France&lt;br /&gt;3. New York&lt;br /&gt;4. Italy&lt;br /&gt;5. Californiaaaa/ Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116058406144128401?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116058406144128401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116058406144128401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116058406144128401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116058406144128401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay.html' title='OKAY.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116044775805900527</id><published>2006-10-10T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:51:34.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seem So Out of Context</title><content type='html'>In School:&lt;br /&gt;My throat and nose feels funny.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT FALLING SICK, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pon school but no one is &lt;s&gt;willing&lt;/s&gt;free/(or rather they are fasting) to go out with me. Hahahhaa. &amp; my plan to skip on Weds is ruined because there's UT in the morning, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WTF. I didn't want to screw up the layout of my blog by having 2 entries posted up in a day so I shall continue from where I've left off. I feel so mixed up right now! =\ So good, or no good? I think both. Okay I'm talking and thinking to myself and I should stop. Last night I was talking to Syam on MSN and I just recalled the happy times :) I wanna go back to Holland V. &amp; have ice-cream and talk and laugh and let the ice-cream drip on you like no one's business. Those few hours were just so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Solomon Patrick, I'm not interested in flings and would you please stop the 'kissing' thing. You could actually do me a good favor by not being at my service, for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you. Well, you could still nudge me and irritate the shit out of me on MSN. One last time, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;will not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; marry you. But I love you. HAHAHAHAHAHA. (shivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today was actually kinda blur. I stayed back in class after Enterprise ended and Mr. Ong was playing cards with the guys in class! I know, wth. Hahaha. Then I packed up to leave for W1, pass Syam &amp; Huzai their thumbdrives and wait for Zaaaacck. I went to the toilet after I left class and I panicked for a moment. I thought I left my handphone somewhere in the premises cos I couldn't dig my phone out from my bag. For a second there I thought I really lost my phone. So I went back to class, sat back on my seat and my friends were like looking at me weirdly (I don't care :D), asked me why I came back. Borrowed a phone from Li Feng and called my phone and felt vibrations from my bag. HAHAHAH WTF. I FELT LIKE THE MOST STUPIDEST PERSON ON EARTH. It was in the huge hole of my bag damn it. Hahahahah. Slap my face please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zaaaccck and Syam went to the gym and I took a bus with Huzai (the sick boy) to the MRT and went home. SIGH, I don't know whether to go after the UT tomorrow. If I were to leave, I'll feel bad. But I promised Azz to go out with her tomorrow. AHH, okay. Maybe I'll go like after the presentation =\ I DON'T KNOWWW. School is sucking me upside down, I know, TAHAN TAHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orites, because I feel so many things right now, don't be surprised if I come back with 10 more new entries. Hahahah, check back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116044775805900527?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116044775805900527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116044775805900527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116044775805900527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116044775805900527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/seem-so-out-of-context.html' title='Seem So Out of Context'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116031890705504368</id><published>2006-10-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:48:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's me and the moon," she says, "and I've got no trouble with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken off somewhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take pretty polaroids like this. Or rather someone who shares my interest in polaroids. AHH, Monday sucks. School :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116031890705504368?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116031890705504368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116031890705504368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116031890705504368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116031890705504368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/pretty.html' title='PRETTY'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116029511613150545</id><published>2006-10-08T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:12:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A VISITOR HERE, I AM NOT PERMANENT</title><content type='html'>YAY! NEW TEMPLATE AGAIN, HAWHAW. Be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, so yesterday was FUN, FUN, FUN. Well, maybe not too much. It was Bugis, Haji, Bugis, Marina, and then Bugis again then Marina, then Orchard. FUUUH, we walked like 35433423 miles yesterday to get to places. I think I lost my ice-cream weight already. Anyway, I got a new black bag from Zinc, and a tshirt :) Gawd, I can never buy enough. I need to start shaving off the things I have on eljay again! Broke fast at LJS at Marina Square where we saw this group of bapoks. I know, weird. Bapoks start appearing in Cityhall instead of Changi =X We only got high after we buka. That's when Firaj started to make weird whispering sounds and irritate the hell out of me &amp; Azz. I would prefer him to be noisy rather than quiet because he looks angry when he's quiet. Then went to Orchard and laughed all the way for no good reason. Laughed even more on the bus when Firaj lost his balance and was goyanging on the bus in search of the handles. HAHAHAHA, &lt;em&gt;you'll need to imagine for this one&lt;/em&gt;. As usual, Azz was laughing like a giler sewel. HAHAHAA. I'll leave you guys happy with glamorous photos of her which is myspace and friendster-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/PORTRAIT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next time when we go out again. I miss her tetek/sewel/pantat/pervetic face. Hahahaha. Next hangout would be Geylang, anyone up? (Eh, not go there to find chickens okay. Look for barangs lah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116029511613150545?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116029511613150545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116029511613150545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116029511613150545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116029511613150545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-visitor-here-i-am-not-permanent.html' title='I AM A VISITOR HERE, I AM NOT PERMANENT'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-116019890006910599</id><published>2006-10-07T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:54:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN THE LOOKS I JUST RECEIVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I feel like I've been losing you each night, it ends too soon.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hold me like you used to. And your eyes look like they seem too much but..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'M ECSTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;Someone managed to get this angel wing charm necklace for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/wing.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OMFG FUCKING HAPPY MANY MANY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going off to meet Aslinda for more shopping! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-116019890006910599?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116019890006910599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=116019890006910599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116019890006910599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/116019890006910599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-shouldve-seen-looks-i-just.html' title='YOU SHOULD&apos;VE SEEN THE LOOKS I JUST RECEIVED'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115986205582236825</id><published>2006-10-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:54:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RARRRR.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so basically the reason why I'm blogging now is because my class had ended. As usual, ENTERPRISE rocks cos we end early like every lesson. We don't have to present and all that shit. Roleplay was short, retarded and ended off sweet. Hahaha. So right now I'm slacking at the hole beside Zack's class, waiting for all the pantats to finish their lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED TO THE BLOODY CORE. &amp;amp; to make things worse, this bloody Ravmone virus is living in my laptop. LAUGH PLEASE. RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Reformat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115986205582236825?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115986205582236825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115986205582236825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115986205582236825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115986205582236825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/rarrrr.html' title='RARRRR.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115979972188963403</id><published>2006-10-02T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:35:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Love Haunts Me</title><content type='html'>I WANT A NEW TEMPLATE BECAUSE EVERYTHING HERE IS SO TEENY WEENY.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, I LIKE IT BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today I skipped school with Nana :D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHILDRENS' DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Was happy sleeping all the way till 11am today then received Nana's SMS. Met each other at Bugis MRT, first time in such a long while I was the first to reach before her! Haha. I was planning to get jeans because I'm jean-less. But in the end, I only bought a shirt with her. I WANT JEAAAANS. Who got lobang to get cheap &amp; nice jeans? Tell me! Okay, then we lepak here and go giler there then watched JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE which was a damn awesome movie. We had the whole Shaw Cinema to ourselves, laughing ourselves to death before, during &amp;amp; after the movie. We imagined Afah having her wedding ceremony at the stage with Zack. And then Ranjit and Zi Xuan would be sitting there. Doctors and nurses will be on standby just in case Afah needs another abortion because there were too many babies. HAHAH LAME! I KNOWW. But this is what happens when too much time is on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, I'M HAPPY. I just bought 2 more packs of polaroid films :D Snap snap!&lt;br /&gt;Going to school tomorrow, I shall be a good girl. Actually I'm just going because of Mr. Ong. Wouldn't miss Enterprise for the world. I hope my team would be good tomorrow. Hahaha. RP IS MAKING ME SICK =Skipping School Is Addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115979972188963403?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115979972188963403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115979972188963403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115979972188963403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115979972188963403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/old-love-haunts-me_02.html' title='Old Love Haunts Me'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115963325321472857</id><published>2006-09-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:20:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR IN MY FACE USED TO ANNOY ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Blasting: The Cranberries- Linger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movies to catch:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Last Kiss - Zach Braff &amp; Rachel Bilson!&lt;br /&gt;2) One Hour Photo - Gives me dejavus.&lt;br /&gt;3) The Night Listener - Cos the guy from One Hour Photo is in here :D&lt;br /&gt;4) United 93 - Relive the scenes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, rude awakening.&lt;br /&gt;               Sister screaming, mother shouting.&lt;br /&gt;Sister crying, mother thrashing.                           I got out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;Stared at the sister squatting beside the table,&lt;br /&gt;                                   face red, and teary.&lt;br /&gt;Helpless.                                                      Mother grumbling.              I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;Sister throwing fucking tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;                            Mother throwing everything around.                  Afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Sister locked herself up in the room.&lt;br /&gt;                                        I screamed.                             Lectured.&lt;br /&gt;Sister crying.&lt;br /&gt;      As always.                 Forced her to unlock the door.       Tired and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to bed.                                     Blocked out the devils.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; --- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I finally hung out with Ruth &amp; Tim. Went to Esplanade to have the chocolate milkshake Tim introduced. YUMMY. Search for Fuji polaroid films were not successful, guess I'll just have to get them at Kodak Express :\ Can't wait to go out next Saturday, Aslinda's b'day eve. Shopping &amp;amp; crapping &amp; camwhoring! Okay, nothing much to say. So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. love is _______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. i think after we die, we ____________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii. i feel like i am ___________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks, loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115963325321472857?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115963325321472857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115963325321472857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115963325321472857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115963325321472857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hair-in-my-face-used-to-annoy-me.html' title='HAIR IN MY FACE USED TO ANNOY ME'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115944601771060798</id><published>2006-09-28T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:20:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling high or anything, but I just feel like screaming. I'm doing my RJ right now but I got distracted :D Yah, as usual right. I feel for so many things right now, I'm a person with overloaded feelings. No good. I'm also a binge thinker. No good. My hair is falling off my head. EEEE, I just got kissed by a mosquito, RARR, itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days had been quite alright, it's been getting better actually. Hope the new class bonds just like dear old W16M! :D Maths today was alright, everyone in my team was awesome. Lisa, Dinie &amp; Mitchell, on with so many things ar! Prepared answers for worksheet and I finished up the PPT as usual again lah. Hahaha. Today Afah came down to level 4 to chit chat with Nana &amp;amp; Me! Because the holes at the corners of the level were occupied, we had no choice but to go to W1 instead, haha. Stayed outside &lt;s&gt;Camel's&lt;/s&gt;Adel's class and then continued chit-chatting. Hahahaha. Afah was so funny! I want to pinch her cheeks man. I hope this chit-chat session continues for the whole of this 2nd semester. By then, I would be having 6 packed full-flat stomach even without the practice of crunches, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN with Nana was definitely HARDCORE! Hahahaha! Nak lagi Nana? Aku punya perut tak jalan dulu lah. We shall continue this tomorrow during my Cognitive module. Hahaha. Fun to the hell man, I laugh by myself like a retard in front of the laptop. ZI XUAN!! =So now, I'm torturing Zack, MOODY MOOD AR! Hahahah. Kkkbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115944601771060798?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115944601771060798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115944601771060798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115944601771060798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115944601771060798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115926947862166664</id><published>2006-09-26T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:17:58.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now what, you're not talking to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115926947862166664?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115926947862166664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115926947862166664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115926947862166664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115926947862166664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty-ugly.html' title='Pretty Ugly'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115919275145401184</id><published>2006-09-25T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:59:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERYONE IS CRAZY NOWADAYS =D&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is starting to not become a bore anymore. So good thing too. I want polaroid films and my holga :( Anyway, on my way home today, I saw Aslinda and Firaj! So cute together lah. Hahaha, can't wait to meet up with her after this week! Miss Ruth &amp;amp; Muks also! Ok lah, if Tim is reading this, Tim also okay. Hahahaha. LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115919275145401184?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919275145401184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115919275145401184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115919275145401184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115919275145401184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyone-is-crazy-nowadays-d-good.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115908892499306140</id><published>2006-09-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:14:14.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blasting: Straylight Run- Existentialism on Prom Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/DSC00687.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/DSC00687.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like someone just died.&lt;br /&gt;It's like music suddenly just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the world is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go school tomorrow, the thought of thinking of what to wear is worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115908892499306140?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115908892499306140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115908892499306140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115908892499306140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115908892499306140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/blasting-straylight-run-existentialism.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115903450452731623</id><published>2006-09-24T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:05:28.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALAAA, Mungkin Nanti playing in my head the whole day today sia.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like listening to Lifehouse and I'm almost crying. How fucking bad can this be. Mixed up feelings and I feel like I'm cut up and thrown all over the place. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruth&lt;/strong&gt;- You nehnehpok ahpunehneh. I miss you so much, miss you like fuck. Especially right now when I'm in such a mood. I need your huge huge bear hug! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlene&lt;/strong&gt;- This blog template not I make one lah! I cannot make such nice templates. When I have the mood I'll do one for W16M okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nana&lt;/strong&gt;- GAWD, MY MOOD NOW #%$$^$#^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thong&lt;/strong&gt;- Hahahaha, I need your cold jokes now! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115903450452731623?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115903450452731623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115903450452731623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115903450452731623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115903450452731623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/alaaa-mungkin-nanti-playing-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115894229115947418</id><published>2006-09-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:24:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I DID TODAY</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is what I did in class today:&lt;br /&gt;GAWD,&lt;br /&gt;the internet connection here in W2 sucks like shit. Cannot go anywhere at all! This is bad, very bad, very very bad. Life in class is already like d-e-a-d, with the know-it-alls. Who likes know-it-alls. I knew it. No conflicts with the previous class, and now life wants to throw me some people who just likes to find trouble with me. So now, I have to learn how to deal. Yay for me, another life lesson. It's 9.53AM right now and I'm typing this entry in Notepad because the internet connection is as pathetic as ever. Everyone is so far away from me! :(&lt;br /&gt;Although Chandra is like right opposite my class, but I STILL DON'T SEE HIS BIRD FACE :(&lt;br /&gt;G102, Cognitive getting suckier lah. Used to like Cognitive. Okay, I should stop hating the present, and cling on to the past. MOVE ONNNNN LAH FOR GOD'S SAKE &amp; YOUR SAKE. But I can't do it cos Nana's blog entry is making it worse! NANA, STOP YOUR EMO ENTRIES, IT'S NOT HELPING ME! Now I really think twice about changing school! BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO AND EVERYONE IS SO HAPPY FOR ME BEING IN A PHARMACY COURSE. BOO, SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, these few days (or for the next 16 weeks) I'll be in quite a complaining mood :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many :( faces am I going to continue with man, I need :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS AFTER SCHOOL! WOOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to W1 to look for Zack and then slacked and talked about our classes with Syam. Waited for Nana and then went out of school and headed to town. Tim called, so met him at Lido for a while just to talk and laugh at him for fun. Of course, me and Nana went to esplanade again! There was a free performance by this Malay acapella group, who was so cool lah. Weather was hot, bought traffic light ice-cream! Hahaha, bliss. Then I got so tired, I became a blur queen and ended up having the exercise of my life. Shan't elaborate anymore because I'm sleepy and I still have to wake up bloody early tomorrow morning to meet AFAH! Hahahaha, free tickets to Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to torture Zack :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115894229115947418?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115894229115947418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115894229115947418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115894229115947418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115894229115947418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-i-did-today.html' title='WHAT I DID TODAY'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115884941451100894</id><published>2006-09-21T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:36:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELL ME WTF DO YOU DO?</title><content type='html'>Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.&lt;br /&gt;Having a day from hell. Sorry, never meant to be this vulgar, but whatver you know. Yes, new layout. Too lazy to go and find time to make my own templates so got this off blogskins.com. Still nice and clean, except that the space here is so teeny weeny for you guys to read. Strain your eyes! :D Okay ya, so you all should know the gist of this whole entry right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'M HERE TO COMPLAIN/BITCH/PANGSAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, yadayada, new class, yadayada, new classmates and new attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the atmosphere of my class is quite neutral. I know, it's just the first day of school, what the hell am I to complain about. But oh well, I guess today is just shit. Just like how my menses had to come and ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really looking forward to going home then! Waited for him, her and him and her. Then in the end went home with llama. Keep hitting me, watch out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let's just see how tomorrow goes, I want to go out after school =(&lt;br /&gt;Hope the rest of the W16Mians are having a good time in their new class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115884941451100894?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115884941451100894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115884941451100894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115884941451100894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115884941451100894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/tell-me-wtf-do-you-do_21.html' title='TELL ME WTF DO YOU DO?'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115859945952755799</id><published>2006-09-19T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:10:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Justin Timberlake's latest album is irritating, his high-pitched voice, and the irritating.. aiyah, everything irritating lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, POOF. I'm so tired =\ yawn. My daddy was so nice to me, he rang me and told me right at my face. "EH, TOMORROW DINNER AH! REMEMBER! OR DAY AFTER TOMORROW! -evil laughter- BYE BYE." I love my father, he is so nice sometimes. Cos I blanja what, again :D Okay. Today llama &amp; tim came all the way from Tamp to lovely YCK. Hahahaha, 32474657823 hours of bus ride before reaching my place. Then Syam had me taken aback when he alighted at the stop from 855. Then 4 of us went to Casuarina Prata! So many lame &amp;amp; cold jokes + taken abacked silences + laughter = goodness. Hahaha. Oh tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Bugis, the guys went shopping! I wanted to get a new bag also but didn't have the mood to shop and stand in front of mirrors. Shall go with Aslinda the next time, MISS THAT GIRL. Bad things happening to her lah, why like that! She &amp; Pakistan boy. Haha. Then the whole day today was lepak &amp;amp; lepak &amp; lepak! Made a new friend, Natasha! Who was so cute and I just want to go out with her the next time again, at night, and scare her. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nananana, got high on Milo, once again. Gosh, 855 was flooded with Tamils. Hahaha, I don't like it okay. &amp; once again! I HAVE SOO MANY NEW FRIENDSTER MESSAGES, &amp;amp; thankfully, no more indians but older melayus and ugly cheenas! OH TUHAN, HELP ME. This random guy gave me his handphone number and said he wants to give me a good time. No thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going crazy with Nana Banana. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115859945952755799?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115859945952755799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115859945952755799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115859945952755799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115859945952755799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/justin-timberlakes-latest-album-is.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115842058954348893</id><published>2006-09-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:29:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED, RED, RED!!</title><content type='html'>I love how my hair smells like now, hahaha, sounds wrong. Anyway, to prevent myself from being hooked onto the computer today, I went out with my mommy who had a secret date. Haha, okay then I went to J8 to have my free cut &amp; color at Jean Yip and now, I'm having red highlights and a super bob hair! WOO. Not that I look nice with it or anything, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, past few days had been hanging out at Esplanade again, oh yes. And busy, busy, busy with the shoes and stuffs. Now I feel so random, so mind the way I blog. Yesterday night I had prata with my parents. I swear I've never seen such horny parents before, oh my goodness, shan't elaborate on that too much. I love them to death :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I blanja prata. Waaaaaaaah, okay nevermind. Tim's bugging me to call Muks phone, so I'll go now. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115842058954348893?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115842058954348893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115842058954348893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115842058954348893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115842058954348893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/red-red-red.html' title='RED, RED, RED!!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115821076151612056</id><published>2006-09-14T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:29:46.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just No Mood For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it broken? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can we work it out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let's light up the town, scream out loud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it broken? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can we work it out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can see in your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're ready to break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH, Secondhand Serenade songs really serenade me to death.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE BEING EMO, but it's actually just a mixed-up feeling of being sad + lonely. But I don't know why I'm like that, it sucks, damn. Anyway, last night I wanted to liberate myself. So after a busy day of meeting-up here and there, going to the office here and there, getting stocklists here and there and everywhere was here and there.. I met up with the usual people at Lido. Liberation it was! We crapped, laughed, and everything I almost wanted to vomit. Then after that it was Buddies' Night Out again. Of course, we went to Esplanade again! It's like our second home now. Going out and not going to Esplanade gives me the hibbie jibbies. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_2130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_2130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_2161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_2161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, I hate how I look these days. I look like crap. ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah, this is worse than the usual mood swings I have. I guess it's WORK that it's growing on me and some people just had to make it feel worse, thanks a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; NOW, ALL I WANT IS A NEW CAMERA. I NEED TO GO DOWN TO HARBORFRONT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, before I explode now and go on bitching and burn the whole house down, I want to go now. Be happy ducklings you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115821076151612056?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115821076151612056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115821076151612056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115821076151612056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115821076151612056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-no-mood-for-life.html' title='Just No Mood For Life'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115787362429662214</id><published>2006-09-10T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:33:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWW :(</title><content type='html'>"It's driving down the familiar street alone around sundown and the sunlight streaming in through the car windows. That's when I miss him the most. When I think about the beaches and the music and his house. I don't know if it will ever be the same. If he'll drive by and pick me up in front of my gate ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I talked to him four times on the phone. One, while he was in line to check into his dorm. Two, once he got settled into his dorm. Three, while he was walking down Frat Row with some new friends. And four, late at night, just a recap. Still, I think the best part was when he said, "Bye. I'll talk to you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hates that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115787362429662214?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115787362429662214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115787362429662214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115787362429662214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115787362429662214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/awwww.html' title='AWWWW :('/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115773399257271174</id><published>2006-09-09T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:47:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go &amp; Die You Bloody Robot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days had been AWESOME. Thank you Nana &amp; Syam! :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine the days without them already. I don't want school to start, NOOO. I've been going out alot. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. It's mainly because, I'm bored. And I don't want to die in front of this stupid laptop. I complain about being unemployed but in truth, besides the whole 'living off what little savings I have' thing, I actually really love it. I get to sleep late, sleep in and sleep some more. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's past midnight, I usually go on crank. So bear with me, thank you for your cooperation. The most irritating thing now which is making me go all over the place is first of all, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY CANON IXUS I DIED&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED HELP WITH THE HUNDREDS OF PAIRS OF SHOES WHICH NO ONE IS BUYING FROM ME&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEED FUNDS FOR NEW CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;! Definitely sucks, right down to the very core. Sorry about this post today because of the fact that I've been good today, staying home, doing housework, cleaning bird and lizard shits which I'm quite getting used to. My granny's everyday screamos which makes my brain throb every second of her voice. OH TUHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to town with the sister tomorrow, dental appointments. Speaking of that, I've not been going for check-ups on teeth for the fact that we're already in Polys which doesn't provide free services. &lt;strong&gt;Grrr&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay anyway, I'm quite irritated now. So bye. Photos another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115773399257271174?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115773399257271174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115773399257271174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115773399257271174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115773399257271174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/go-die-you-bloody-robot.html' title='Go &amp; Die You Bloody Robot.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115754773236662732</id><published>2006-09-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:34:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baaaack after the many crazy days I spent outside with peoples. Everyday was funny, funny, funny. So funny Nana had to even blog about me being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/IMG_2534.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU PAULA SATUBUKIT! &lt;/strong&gt;(Don't shy please, I'm also shy. Hoho.)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for last night. Now I know why you love being so emo. The path I walked from STC to your house was filled with intense atmosphere man, I feel it even. Hahaha, the expressway was one crazy place. Maybe I'm crazy, I don't know what I'm talking even. Okay, so I finally reached your house and we got married in your room, yes just for yesterday. Hahahaha. Oh man. Thanks for the long roundabout to Zouk from the confusing bus stop. But I was thankful we were 1 hour late because the thing started exactly at 8PM, so it wasn't that bad. Sorry, I stoned during the thing cos we were like standing in front of one sucky band with the lead singer who looks like Joe and the drummer who stared at me at times and I was freaked out so I had to find someone to secretly message! HAHAHAHA, I KNOWWW. &amp; plus I was standing at quite an awkward position which made me feel so tall and I hated it. Sometimes it sucks to be tall you know. Thank you for nudging me so many times, made me want to laugh so much but I could only tahan within myself. Haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/100_1921.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Congrats to Jayne Tham, the new Miss 17! :D I was standing right in front of the stage, I thought you couldn't see me. Haha, at least I got a goodbye wave from you! Hoho, hooray for you again. Love the hair, now I need super strong wax.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after Zouk, me &amp;amp; Nana cabbed down to Esplanade and lepaked with Adel and his friends. ROKOK AGAIN, bohong me. Nevermind, at least I got to smack his bontot. HAHAHA. So now Nana pokes, I smack. After that I followed Nana home. Decided we should do a bit of snapping here and there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1933.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1933.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2534.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1934.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1934.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1932.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1932.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1941.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1941.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I like to look like ghost. Haha. Okay, then the bus I took broke down at midnight and this aunty just had to nag and nag at the bus driver, I feel so sorry for him. No choice, had to wait for another 855 home. I love Bus 855. The journey is super bumpy and the atmosphere in the bus just keeps me thinking of things. I like to think. Hahaha, OLD WOMAN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today was another day. Jadey called me and asked me to accompany her to school because her laptop was screwed up with viruses and spywares. Hahah, like what her friend said, "RP want to act high-class only. See lah, now so many problems." We spent the whole afternoon at the library, freezing to death. A series of cold jokes followed and I just couldn't tahan the guy at the helpdesk, frikking annoying and he thinks he's a know-it-all. I shall not continue ranting on because I can feel the yawns already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK TO ESPLANADE! I'm addicted to that place already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115754773236662732?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115754773236662732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115754773236662732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115754773236662732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115754773236662732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-title.html' title='No Title.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115737779132690064</id><published>2006-09-04T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:55:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Rocks My Pantat &amp; Tetek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_3166.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/IMG_3166.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_3164.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/IMG_3164.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_3149.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/IMG_3149.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's Arab Street for you. There's more actually, those are a few of what we took. See tableau-ed for more. Can't wait for the next click! Okay, so no more headache, I finally got what I wanted for tmr's event. Thought of garbage bag actually, black what, also punk. Hahaha, okay not funny, nevermind. I blogged yesterday actually but stupid dick, the whole thing refreshed and my magical words disappeared right in front of my eyes. So yah, I went out with Nana the bananarama. She was high and crazy, as usual. Which made me more crazy. After shopping at Peninsula for the supposedly punk stuffs we were about to venture, we decided to take a berak. So we makan at the usual underground place and watched people poke each other to death and skate. Oh tuhan, that was like the optimum temperature of Nana. Okay takpa. Then we continued the tiring search for inspiration. But not very fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, so today I finally went out with Jadey after 2436532452 years of not seeing her. LURB YOUXSX. Hahaha, ew. Okay, I decided to give her the $20 ZARA voucher, which made her so happy and love me more. Walked around town and bought mountains of thingalings before we proceeded to Bugis to put our dirty hands on everything we saw. I SHOULD STOP. Then it started raining like all of a sudden at YCK. I was drenched like fuck, luckily I wasn't wearing white but stripes. Hahaha. Dropped by Jade's place before I cabbed home. Then the taxi driver just had to come up with an issue for me to blog about. For a moment I thought he wanted to commit suicide by swerving the vehicle into another vehicle and let us both die together. He was telling me how dangerous it is for taxis to drive under such weather conditions where the tyre would bring the car off the road if they were to travel at so and so. Luckily I'm still alive to blog here. The taxi driver is damn cute lah. Hahaha. Okay, here's to paula satubukit.&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH, I CANNOT PUT YOUR PHOTO LAH, MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO CHIO ALREADY. NANA, YOU'RE CUTE OKAY? SOO CUUTE. kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115737779132690064?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115737779132690064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115737779132690064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115737779132690064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115737779132690064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-rocks-my-pantat-tetek.html' title='You Rocks My Pantat &amp; Tetek.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115719185666579713</id><published>2006-09-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:10:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Time At Hand</title><content type='html'>I feel I'm blogging almost everyday now, NOOOOOOOOO! Someone date me please, please please please pleaseeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115719185666579713?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115719185666579713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115719185666579713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115719185666579713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115719185666579713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-much-time-at-hand.html' title='Too Much Time At Hand'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115712465367277406</id><published>2006-09-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:31:00.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not That We're Scared, It's Just That It's Delicate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening: Coldplay- Scientist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days had been alright, kind of those "surprise, surprise" thing going on. Last night was super scandalous, and I know Nana's secrets! Hahaha. Well, so then today we went to Arab St. with Syam, Joe and met Nana later on. Took photos at back alleys, &lt;i&gt;my fave&lt;/i&gt;! Hoho. Then we went shopping at Bugis Village for punk clothes for the 17 event. It's very difficult and it's giving me headaches. Jayne gave me a few pointers, hmm. I think I'll get junk food tees :D Woohoo. Let's see, then Monday I'm going out with Miss Piggy 4, whom I've not been seeing for donkey years. I want want want so many things, I should be locked somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm neglecting alot of things. My family. My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I suddenly miss Prasetha with every bones in my body :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;edit&gt;"Random note: I will not be the first one to speak (even though I've already been the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth and also left three messages). And if he never calls me again (or back SOON for that matter), I'll always think of him fondly. As an asshole. I thought my waiting-by-the-phone-for-a-jerk-to-call days were over. Instead, now I'm on my waiting-by-the-phone-for-the-boyfriend-to-call-but-maybe-not-the-boyfriend-or-someone-who-cares-but-IDON'TKNOW-because-he-won't-give-me-a-fucking-opinion-and-is-leaving-me-hanging-alone-constantly days. &lt;strong&gt;Apparently I have to be more specific about what kind of people I want to wait by the phone for by. &lt;/strong&gt;Whatever. Whatever whatever whatever. WHATEVER, I say."&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115712465367277406?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115712465367277406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115712465367277406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115712465367277406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115712465367277406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-not-that-were-scared-its-just-that.html' title='It&apos;s Not That We&apos;re Scared, It&apos;s Just That It&apos;s Delicate.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115702182877875440</id><published>2006-08-31T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:05:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_2506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/IMG_2506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/booze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/booze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put the life W16M had given me in words. It's seriously undescribable/indescribable/indescripable/undescripable. Aiyah whatever. I really really seriously wish I had a time machine, and then go back in time. Especially the night where we all stay up and just talk about all kinds of things, without a care in the world, and then laugh at our own risk. The atmosphere was just so happy and carefree. The chalet was no doubt, the best I ever had. Booze, cigs, laughter, cold jokes, jumping, talking, eating, drinking, poking, and what have you. Everything was just so great with you people, love you all many many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115702182877875440?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702182877875440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115702182877875440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115702182877875440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115702182877875440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-know-how-to-put-life-w16m-had.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115661301934465359</id><published>2006-08-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:23:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, my blog is in such an xxx state. I shall make it all happy again :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was buddies' night out. I went shopping alone at F21 and in the end Aaron had to wait for me to finish my shopping. Then I tortured him even more by going into Topshop. But in the end, he was the one who bored me with his grandmother stories (sorry, but they were interesting still :)) and I didn't had the mood to grab anything. I realize Topshop is getting more and more boring. I always end up at the accessories section. Okay, random. So then we waited for Nana to make her grand entrance at Orchard MRT. Then waited for her other friend to get something before we had the wonderful dinner at Swensens. We had such a high time and considering that Nana just recovered from her hangover last night, xxxing in front of her computer. So movie-like right. Imagine her gulping down alcohol, with tears in her eyes in the dark, in front of her laptop, reading what people comment about her as a close friend. Hahaha, oh my tuhan. Okay, so during the dinner, we were having fun with the waiters and the managers (sounds wrong, haha). The manager (or the 'Funny Man') was daydreaming I guess, he over-filled my cup with water and spilt all over the floor. Hahaha, so darn funny can. Then we took siao ding dong photos and cocked here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Nana, I'll always be in your heart. Aaron can take the backside and Zack your breast. Hahahahahaha. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115661301934465359?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115661301934465359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115661301934465359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115661301934465359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115661301934465359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha-my-blog-is-in-such-xxx-state.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115642599109186759</id><published>2006-08-24T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:26:31.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/zai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Huzai, see his face (on top), so proud. Want me to do special request for him, that is, to continue his testimonial and make it the longest in the world. For the past 16 weeks, I feel that he is very thick-skinned. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/chat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/chat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, proof. Huzai is a bully as well. Haha, okay lah. I shall be nice and say nice things about you. Huzai hates colors. He only wears black, and I don't know why. Huzai seldom comes to school, always so low-profile and quiet. He is mysterious and creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/zai2copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a policeman, so watch out. He is a very busy person, busier than my father. He seldom goes out with us so it's hard to get to know him well enough. Huzai has a band, and he doesn't invite us to his gigs. Huzai hates Mr. Fish and always complain about him. I only remember watching videos on youtube with him and laughing like siao peoples. Huzai's laughter is very high-pitched. Hahaha. Okay I don't know what else to say about you but here's your testimonial, again. Thank you for being the number 1 friend, okay? Happying? Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115642599109186759?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115642599109186759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115642599109186759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115642599109186759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115642599109186759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-huzai-see-his-face-on-top-so.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115635478215362925</id><published>2006-08-24T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:30:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO THE BOLD &amp; BEAUTIFULS &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So finally I'm back on after 34653424 donkey and monkey and camel years. These few days had definitely been damn fucking great for me. Yes, fucking. I cannot express how much I feel these few days, it's too much (Awwww). I know I know. I sound so emo, well, that's basically the mood for everyday. I shall summarise the past few days for an easier read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/3friends.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/niaona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were heaps of crazy and retarded videos taken in class and outside class. Mountains of photos for your puking and laugh-till-you-berak pleasure. I'll put up the photos when I'm free. By then, my blog would be flooded, literally. Ranjitterbug became high all of a sudden for the past 3 days, I def don't know what's gotten into him. But he's high in a good and fun way, haha. Well, the usual raping cases and sumoslams are going on still but two times the rate because for the fact that the irritating UTs are over and done with and W16M has so much free time on their hands that we had to resort to such painful measures. I pity Zack so much :D Hoho. Oh yeah, today is def super the duper EMO! This word is getting quite annoying, I shall replace it with triple X's. So yeah, everyone was damn xxx. All the girls cried and it made me feel so damn hot but I bit my tongue so the tears didn't come. If it were to crawl out, I would flood the classroom. I'm such a baby, kns. I don't care lah okay, don't care. So yesterday we stayed back in the classroom after Cognitive and sang all the saddest songs in the whole world. AHHH, gawd. I can't express how much W16M is so superrrr united. I had to exaggerate on the word 'super'. It's really too many many. Okay, this entry would be more of a dedicating-to-the-cute-and-the-prettys of W16M. It's going to be like a freaking book of testimonials to all the people I care for. So read on if you are like damn bored and stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/1901-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liyana (NANA)-&lt;/span&gt; So happy to have known you! Got tgt during the freshmen orientation. We were in the same group as Yoyo and Irene also! Then Irene went M.I.A so it was only 3 of us retardings. You taught me scandals and now I use the word like a drug. You're such a sunshine! :) Hoho, touched? &amp; you slept with me before! (OOPS) don't wai wai ah. You're also the first person I went to Zouk with! Hahaha, funniest thing ever was that Ranjit thought we were xxxbians. Hahaha oops! Man, I really cannot believe that all the fun times had to end. We cannot be crazy together already, it's damn the fucking sad, like oh my tuhan! I cannot poke you anymore and you cannot tease me anymore. I cannot hear your nonsense and your abracadabra ideas anymore. And no more bubble tea fetish to share with. And cannot tease you with the wanton mee seller (you know who), OOPS. I love you so much okay, thank you for being a supercalifragilisticexpialdocious friend, wow. Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/niao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hwee Chee (YOYO)-&lt;/span&gt; I am also so so so happy to have known you my niao niao! Hahaha, will never forget that time when we were playing with Jing Ying's laptop talking cock on her msn with her China friend. Hahaha, and that was how niao niao came about, no? 'Ni Hao Niao Ma?' Hahaha. You're a trustworthy person, anything also can come and find you to talk about. But I so shy, I lazy to share my things also. Hahaha, oops. Oh man, niao niao, can't believe we have to be in separate classes next semester already. DON'T CRY AH PREASE, don't cry in front of the computer. Shame, shame. You know, everytime when you cry in class, sitting all alone, I always feel so helpless. I helpless until I can only provide tissue paper. I can be labeled as 'tissue lady' already (sorry hor, not aunty okay). Only Nana can hug and comfort you and all lah. Hahaha, right Nana? :D Anyway, I'm so glad I got to know you, you're so cute lah. Hahaha, shy right, happy now right. Hahaha, LOVE YOU YOYO! &amp;amp; move on with life okay, don't be so emo and always think so much. (Trust me, so many more thick eyebrow guys who play guitar out there waiting for you to love) Weeuweet! Hahaha. All the best for next semester's class okay? Jiayou. Oh my god, I'm cheena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/zaack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tay Kai Heng (ZAAAACK)-&lt;/span&gt; Hi Zoe Tay. Hahaha. I forgot how I became so close to you also. Maybe through Nana then I got to know the dark side of you. Zack, you know what? You're damn cold, cold until I have to wear jackets, sweaters, socks, mittens, ear muffs and all the things you wear in winter in sunny Singapore. But sometimes you cold until can also be damn funny lah, so that's one good thing. Hahaha. Love you also lah, okay? Eh, Nana loves you. You better love her back properly or else I fuck you upside down, and inside out. OOPS. You know I became so cheena is also because of you cos you keep listening to China songs. I from Western Potato become Sweet Potato. I don't know why sweet potato lah, maybe cos Chinese desserts always have sweet potato so I say sweet potato. (Brrrr) Sense something? Cold right, see lah. Talk cock somemore. And stop flattering yourself. I know your secondary school uniform tight for you already. Don't have to tell the whole world in your blog. Hanna, you have packs already lah, have mountains already lah. Jealous okay, jealous. Anyway, you're fun to work with in a team also cos you have all the 6th Ps and so many lobangs from your friends. The sianest day also can become unsianned by you lah, cos you're bloody cold. Before I end off this stupid part for Zack Zainal, I have one more thing to say, we all love to torture and rape Zack. Kai Heng, thank you for being such a great friend :) You feel molested now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/effsign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaron (BUDDY)-&lt;/span&gt; Hey there! You're damn loud you know, as in the use of profanities and all. Sometimes can be quite irritating when you scream 'Fuck lah!', 'Nabeh', 'Cheebye' and all the colorful words in the Coxford Dictionary. But all in all, you're still my friend and I love all my friends and that makes you one of them. Hahaha, touched? You're trustworthy also. The guy with all the rock songs which made Ronny complain so much. Haha. You and Joe look so charming playing the guitar and singing the class song (melts). Haha, future rocker lah. Cool cool. You also like to 'touch touch' here and there ah, itchy hand. Hahaha, don't wai wai also. But it's alright, I know lah. I would definitely rather you 'touch touch' and mess up my hair than the wanton mee seller (you know who). It's better if no one touches. Hahaha :D Thank you for being my friend these past 16 weeks. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/adelsexy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/name.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adel Nashruddin Bin Ahmad Ibrahim Aibideen (CAMEL/LLAMA)-&lt;/span&gt; Camel! :D I still don't know why I called you that. Maybe because of the way you look when you smile (haha, kns sounds like a song). Your teeth reminds me of the camel lah. Sorry okay, sorry. Poke me another time but not now. I also forgot how I got to know you so well already. Anyway, to cut things short, thank you for being there for me at times when I had diarrhea and vomited like crazy and when I had no one to talk to and stuffs. Haha. I was such a nag lah, sorry and thank you. You are also damn the funny person, like really funny, really really seriously super duper funny. Sometimes you do crazy and retarded things and I don't laugh, it's actually still quite funny cos you still look like a llama :) Thank you for updating me on Myspace thingamajigs and my Malay dictionary with all the nicest things in the world. Haha. Thank you for being such a joy to be around with. LOVEYA &amp; all the best in your next new class. Never forget me okay, your ketiak will forever be the best also. Cocok Cocok, Yeehaw. Selamat Jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/syam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hisyam (HIDDEN TALENT GUY)-&lt;/span&gt; You ah, sometimes I find you a pain. I shall be blunt and say yo&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u'r&lt;/span&gt;e sometimes quite difficult to be friends with because when you say 'No', it really seriously means 'No'. Sorry Sir. You're not a Sir when you're my friend lah, be a friend can or not. Haha. And try to frown lesser although I know there are many problems in life and what have you. Smile and try to have fun lah, unbutton! Hahaha, like Zack. Thinking of you ah, only reminds me of all the little fights over nothing (okay, maybe there's something but I don't know what lah) in SMSes, and especially on MSN. All the little sagas, kns. All about you being (censored) and wanting to (censored). Don't be wai wai. To sum up, you're a great friend to depend on :D Can tell you all the secrets and you'll definitely keep it (I hope). Haha, being low-profile and all sure can right. Hahaha. You can be damn funny when you want to be funny and I know you can be damn scary and angry if you are seriously down in the dustbins. But life goes on, you can still share with me whatever problems you have. I'll always be there. Don't worry I won't be garang. You also don't garang ah. Semangat sikit :) Sometimes ah, I think to myself 'ape lu tengah cakap' cos I don't catch what you're saying but it's okay. Haha. That's it, we shall end the friendship here. Goodbye. Eh, joking lah. I know lah not funny. Now 1AM in the morning already you think I'm functioning well. I don't think so. WILL MISS YAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/ronny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ronny (GUNAGUNACHAN)-&lt;/span&gt; I think I got close to you through this stupid phrase here. Hahaha. Ronny is gay gay one, and he is a cactus. You're so skinny can you please eat more and then go to the gym to build muscles. You look like cactus you know, and your hands are like girls. Eeyer. Gunagunachan ah you. Anyway, smoke less and practice singing more. Will wait for your appearance on TV. Then I will buy your album and you must not forget me when you're famous okay :D I will never forget the way you sing Jay Chou's song. Hahaha, you another one. Teach me to be Cheena, then I start listening to Jolin Tsai, Lee Hom and Jay Chou already, oh man. Hahaha, but anyway thank you so much Ronny! You brighten up everyone's day. Thank you for being such a great friend. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/ranjit.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/ranjit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ranjit S O Narayanasamy (RANJITTERBUG)- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know what to say about you. But thank you so much for being such an idiot sometimes but you put sparks into my life.Oh, you can be a bloody Gurmit Singh in the future lah, but I think you talk and act better than him. Take care and don't take drugs to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S T Chandraganth (YELLOW BIRD)-&lt;/span&gt; You're not a saint okay, don't think you have 'ST' in front of your name makes you a saint.Chandragoondu! Goreng Pisang! Big Birdy! I'll never never forget you. Be thankful you still have your birdy face which I can remember for life. Sometimes you're also damn action, but you look funny when you gelek here gelek there. Cos you still look like big bird. Thank you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/joe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kawanchai dsjvncuewrnvcporn (JOE)-&lt;/span&gt; You know I hated you in the beginning cos you were so bloody damn the irritating. Everyday you'll ask either 'want to go jogging?' or 'want to donate blood'. I want to slap you everytime you say that. Hahaha, but because I'm so nice I didn't. I stepped on your toe instead, enjoy right. The feeling shiok shiok. Hahaha. But then you didn't know the meaning of irritating and you continued your nonsense. Now it's 'aunty' and 'pimple' and 'pimple cream'. But nevermind, you make me angry and it's good for my health also. Cos I can scream and vent everything on you. That's why now so thick-skinned. You're damn good in researching also lah, so dominant in the team. So much leadership skills, cheychey. Happying now right. Takeshi Kanasai. You still owe me &amp;amp; Nana cheesecake okay. Better pay back or I torture your smelly feet more. Happy to have known you as a friend, thank you porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/huzai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huzai (BANGZAI)-&lt;/span&gt; Hello policeman. You also low-profile one, in class quiet quiet. But when you're noisy, you become crappy then you talk nonsense. Then we all laugh. Hahaha. Thank you for installing all the spyware and anti-virus thing on my laptop. Fanksyous. Be careful of Nana, she loves men in white. Haha. Everytime going to be late for school always SMS me, then complain here and complain there. lol. Anyway, thank you for being such a great friend all along. All the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/long.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kun Rong (AH LONG)-&lt;/span&gt; You ah, like small little boy but have a mind of a big man. Hahaha, sounds wrong. You're a damn smart guy, always on form when doing PPT then like to go around asking other group how many slides they have then you will want to action and do more than the other groups. Then everytime presentation all of us sian already. You present very well also and you have a lot of tokkong ideas. Your Science also lah, no need to say. I hear also sian. I think you're more suitable for my course, I can go and do Art already. Hahaha, you future Einstein and doctor lah. Anyway, you're a good friend to have, you always lead but sometimes lead too much people may not be happy so relax abit okay. Haha, thank you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/afah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sharyfah (AFAH)-&lt;/span&gt; My funny girlfriend! I love you so much you know you know? You're so funny just by looking at your face I can laugh until I cannot tahan also. Your actions plus your 'panic face' equals to don't know what lah. But you're so funny. It's damn fun working with you and Nana also! Because we can both bully you. Don't go for abortion already okay? It's not good for your health cos next time difficult to conceive. Exercise more, then you can be the World's Next Top Model then Ronny and Ranjit will not make fun of you already. Hahaha oops. I will never forget the day when me and Nana were having break with you at the cafe at W1 canteen. WAH, tell you. That's the most action-packed lunch I ever had. Will always remember the incident with you in the toilet. Hohoho! You sit on the floor to pee, omg. Hahaha. Okay lah, sorry for making fun and disturbing you. Don't cry okay, will miss you. MWAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wanting, Ma Jing Ying, &amp; Jessie-&lt;/span&gt; You 3 girls are the sweetest in class, so sweet giving me diabetes. Wanting is damn pro in talking! Can imagine her as being the next president. Jing Ying and Jessie don't be so shy! You all can really do well in presentations. Thank you Jing Ying for the times when you taught me Chinese words and Jessie, remember you show me all the funny and weird photos from some website. Haha. Though I'm not so close to you all, thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goldie &amp;amp; Charlene-&lt;/span&gt; You both like package lah, together with Ronny. Haha. Goldie has a lot of 'hidden talents' also. See you scary scary one actually you are very nice inside :) Your concert was very nice also. Haha. Thank you for inviting us. Charlene! The big jiejie of our class who is so fierce yet so sweet. After hanging out with you just for awhile today, I find that you are actually a very naughty girl ah! Hahaha, hope we'll have the chance to hang out again. Thank yous peoples for being my friend :) All the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diana-&lt;/span&gt; You're so cute! Like sooo cuute! Especially your infectious laughter. Hahaha, enough said. You give me diabetes also. Thank you for brightening up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/thong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ho Thong (THONGS)-&lt;/span&gt; Almost forgot about you cos you're still in the freezer is it? Hahaha, you and Zack can host a talkshow about lame topics man. You're also damn the funny. Sometimes weather too hot can depend on you and Zack for cold jokes. Anything you say that are not funny in the end also become funny one. Cos bohochio ah. Hahaha. Thank you for being such a great friend! :D Okay you can go back into the freezer already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tien Siong (AH XIONG)-&lt;/span&gt; Nana's ex-husband. Why you don't eat her fried rice! See, it's your loss now that you both are divorced. Hahaha. You're a very cool guy ah, your face always so cool. Never change one. Happy or not happy, still the same. Good good. Like what the rest says, you have a lot of talents! Don't be shy, just show okay. Nice working with you during teamwork. You have a lot of ideas also, be more confident okay. Thank you for being my friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esmond (ESMOOND)-&lt;/span&gt; Hey there, all I know is that you dance well. And you speak well and you know your stuffs. Thank you for being my friend! All the best in your next class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zi Xuan-&lt;/span&gt; ZIXUAN! I won't forget the slap you gave me on my shoulder. I'm already so bony and you hit the wrong part of the shoulder. So pain okay. I was just trying to help you with my good intentions. But anyway, I don't think you know my blog and you won't read this but anyway, you're part of my life also. Thank you for being my friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/class.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/class2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slap me if I missed anyone out okay. I STILL LOVE YOU ALL, REALLY LOVE YOU ALL, NEVER BLUFF. Okay, cry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115635478215362925?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115635478215362925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115635478215362925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115635478215362925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115635478215362925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-bold-beautifuls-3.html' title='TO THE BOLD &amp; BEAUTIFULS &lt;3'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115582382113573022</id><published>2006-08-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:12:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope Your Heart Runs Empty</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to talk about. Hanging out with friends, school, stuffs, what I want, the coming end of the first semester. I seriously cannot bare the thought of leaving the fantastic people :( I promise not to be emo okay. So I shall continue ranting in my personal journal instead. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless wishes on a Thursday night:&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would be more honest (and less fake).&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would stop talking just to be talking.&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would stop pretending. I wish people were less shallow.&lt;br /&gt;I wish life was much more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world was a good place.&lt;br /&gt;I wish life had meaning.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things would be easier.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things would be different.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I felt more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything made sense (something would be OK too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lavina left for Canada already, and I skipped Maths on Monday just so I could see her to the airport. Okay, I'm not really in the mood to blog these few days because I have so many things on my mind, mostly useless. I'll put pictures up the next time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a recent class photo (I look like I appeared out of nowhere, ignore me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/100_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/100_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, i'm still deciding on whether I should get the Holga 120FN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115582382113573022?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115582382113573022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115582382113573022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115582382113573022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115582382113573022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hope-your-heart-runs-empty.html' title='I Hope Your Heart Runs Empty'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115547213829280032</id><published>2006-08-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:28:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY.</title><content type='html'>I hope my blog is viewable to all. The words are quite cranky on Internet Explore version 7.0 so if you're using that version, it'll be quite troublesome cos you'll have to highlight the words while you read unless I'm the stupidest person on Earth who doesn't know the alternative way to read properly. So yah, tell me. I don't know if the enetation comment thingy below is working as well, fuck. I don't care. Hahaha, sorry for being so moody right now. I've been online for 3433243324 hours fixing this stupid blog. I know, why the hell do I even bother. I nothing better to do lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to catch the fireworks which was awesome! It's quite stupid, come to think of it. We waited 2 hours just for something that's going to last for 10 minutes. Yesterday was really an example of the kiasu spirit of Singaporeans. Me, Firaj and Aslinda found a place at the stairs infront of the Water Taxi 'office'. You know those small containers alongside the pathway beside the Singapore River. It's at Esplanade in case you're not following what I'm saying. So yah, it was around 6pm and the place was flooded already. Then we went hunting for Mukuman. Don't know where he flew to. Okay fast-forward.. Mukuman ended up sitting inside the 'office' of the Water Taxi and chatting with the ahpek. Hahhaha, damn funny lah. Then so we walked here, walked there, walked everywhere. Ended up at Peninsula after the terrible journey of ketiaks and sweaty people. Bought burger king and sat opposite Excelsior Hotel and laughed and crapped and talk nonsense. Then went home with Muks (plus his leftover drunkardness). OMG, I swear his jokes are damn sducuenvcevfd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go now. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115547213829280032?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115547213829280032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115547213829280032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115547213829280032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115547213829280032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay.html' title='YAY.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115531547230258119</id><published>2006-08-12T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:36:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening: Oasis- Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Speaking of crying, it reminded me of The Notebook which I just caught yesterday. It was freaking sad, I cried 3 times and my eyeballs almost fell out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You left it, I sent it I want it back. You left it, I sent it I want it back. If I had you here, I'd clip your wings. Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin. This plan of mine is oh so very lame. Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains? You left, I died, I went and you cried. You came, I think. But I never really know. I've served my time, I've watched you climb. The wrong incline. But what do I know. Accept it, Don't let it Turn the screw. Accept it, And let it Scream back at you. Now this applies both equally to you and I, The only thing we share Is the same sky. These empty metaphors, They're all in vain. Like can't you see the grass is greener where it rains? In the garden Snake was a charmin', And Eve said let's give it a try. Now lead us not into temptation, But no matter how hard I try. When in the garden and Snake is a charmin', And Eve says let's give it a try. Eve is the apple of my eye. And I lie behind you, And a cradle you in the palm of me. And I pat your hair down, I think will we sink or swim? 'Cause we could &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do either on a whim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;School's been starting to get on my nerves, especially today. I don't know, maybe it's the blues, aiyah so cliched. It's either the blues or the PMS just because I'm a girl. Makes no sense right, we always blame it on PMS. I'm sounding more singaporean. Thanks to the people around me, siala! Hahahaha, oops. Today 3 people bastarded Science module and I was left alone in class crawling. Nana! I missed you!! Where were you when I needed you! YOU WERE IN BUGIS HAPPILY SHOPPING AND TALKING ABOUT YOUR IMAGINARY BOYFRIEND! =\ So then I had to tahan throughout the whole day of gabra Physics. I couldn't understand a single shit from the worksheet except pieces of here and there. Then Joe just couldn't stop talking and my whole group was so engrossed in sex, especially when there is Mr. Ranjit in my team. Who can concentrate? Oh my gosh, I love my class so much. Yah, I was the only girl in the team. Imagine someone talking about the way they see girls and their private parts and saying that it's the most wonderful things they've ever seen. Ranjit's theorem: The Triple Fs', Flirt, Fuck &amp;amp; Forget! Go and die lah. Okay, so I spent my time drawing Ranjit. Chandra(gungungungungungungun) and Zack Zainal on my pink post-it pad. Laughing to myself just so I wouldn't feel so dead. Oh man, after so long of not blogging I have so much of things to say. Okay, sorry just mind me. It's past midnight and I usually have heaps of rubbish to talk about. Right now, I'm chatting with Tim who is also quite rubbish. We're talking about how loud I'm snoring. Yah anyways, I hope I'm going out tomorrow. I always sound like a moron when I text people, like what time and where we're going. I sound so excited in the text message but actually I'm not. I'm just afraid that I'm annoying the shit out of that person when I text. Okay, I've no idea what I'm talking about but yah I think I know what I'm talking about. SHIT. Everything is so confusing these days I even have ants living in the teeny weeny hole of a glue of my desk and fucking irritating that I have to press and kill them everyday. I pray to God everyday to cleanse my sins. Sometimes I confuse myself also, it's like 2 persons living in me. And it's so annoying it's making me paranoid everytime. And I hate to think so much because that would mean more zits on my face. Eehuck. It's going to be the end of the semester soon and it freaking sucks because it would mean I'm leaving W16M and leaving all the fantastic people I've met :( It's so crazy to think you could even cry when you're writing your rj about how you would feel if you were to change class. The 'if' wouldn't even need to be there because we ARE going to be in our seperate classes in the next semester. BOOOOO. Yah I know I know, changes are inevitable and ultimately we'll still be meeting new people, and more new people. I think we are just afraid that we'll leave the old in the lurch and then just go on with the new ones. I hope our old friendships still stay as strong :) You know what I feel like doing now. Have someone by my side and go on ranting till the next morning beside the swimming pool downstairs and have the humpty dumpty security guard stare at you. Oh my god, I have so much of feelings right now. I should go and sleep before I type more nonsense. You know, I keep the phone numbers of old acquaintances, people who I know I'll never talk to ever again in my entire life, in my mobile phone directory only so that it looks like I actually know people, so it looks like I have friends. Hahaha, I'm pathetic. My inbox is full. Okay okay, roll over now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115531547230258119?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115531547230258119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115531547230258119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115531547230258119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115531547230258119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/listening-oasis-stop-crying-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115471038656709019</id><published>2006-08-04T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:53:08.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening: Pharrell- Number 1 (Ft. Kanye West)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lack of posts lately. i didn't want to bore you guys with how suicidal i've been, how bad i feel these days and how much i want to have dollars in my wallet. i keep on talking trash but it seems like i never say anything. i'm so crap. so yeah, the latest:&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm so lazy, everything would be in point-form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- skipped class at 12pm&lt;br /&gt;- rushed and changed at home&lt;br /&gt;- met ruth &amp; muks at bishan&lt;br /&gt;- catched up with stuffs &amp;amp; watched videos on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;- waited for timothy solomon pat the trick&lt;br /&gt;- finally came after 243252 years&lt;br /&gt;- muks couldn't stop complaining how hungry he was from bishan to orchard&lt;br /&gt;- muslim food at fareast, fried rice was good&lt;br /&gt;- window-shopped&lt;br /&gt;- smoked&lt;br /&gt;- redbulled which tasted like cough-mixure, yeehuck&lt;br /&gt;- lepaked at McCafe&lt;br /&gt;- talked cock &amp; sing song&lt;br /&gt;- followed muksy darling to ralph lauren &amp;amp; then him following me to topshop&lt;br /&gt;- saw aslinda &amp; firaj&lt;br /&gt;- lepaked again&lt;br /&gt;- met lavina &amp;amp; hazimah&lt;br /&gt;- lepaked again&lt;br /&gt;- went home tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, sometimes i think to myself why the hell i want to blog just for the sake of doing it. i think i have online journals cos i need to remember things, but sometimes i need to organise my thoughts, and sometimes i don't know whether i'm right or wrong and that's where all of you step in. okay, i shall continue making adel feel loved. till then =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115471038656709019?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115471038656709019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115471038656709019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115471038656709019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115471038656709019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/listening-pharrell-number-1-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115390069828358275</id><published>2006-07-26T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:58:18.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muks. says:&lt;br /&gt;i share my deepest condolences with you.&lt;br /&gt;MY MOUSE DIED AT 11:10:56 AM, BLACK MONDAY (OH IT CAME BACK) says:&lt;br /&gt;haha thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115390069828358275?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115390069828358275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115390069828358275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115390069828358275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115390069828358275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/muks.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115363565166084463</id><published>2006-07-22T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:59:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GOING CRAZY GAGA LAGUNA BEACH.&lt;br /&gt;now Hilary Duff's song keeps playing in my head. oh my gawd, Kristin and LC just reminds me so much of me and the kukubird Prase! :( boo, i miss miss miss her so much. i've been so much in a bad mood this morning, i was being an asshole towards my sis. she had this formal gala thing on going on this evening and she had to steal everything from me. eh, i share my things okay, it's just that i didn't feel like sharing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, i'm still on the MTV channel, and it's been like i think 3 hours of Laguna. i'm such a potato. shit, i'm replacing my words with 'like' already. like, Laguna is washing my brain. i realize they like to do stupid stuffs with their friends. like, hiding in a box and saying BOO that kind of thing. haha, but it's fun i guess, we don't do that much of crazy things here. i was thinking of going to town today but there's no one to go with! =&lt;br /&gt;nana is going to town with her mommy! mommy = money. she's evil. hahaha, but i loike. hm, i'll ask my superdaddy later if he still has enough credits on his card to exchange for shopping vouchers :D yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss sharlene tan shu ting! i missssh you too, are you touched?&lt;br /&gt;right now, i have sooo many things i wanna get my hands on. i just cannot stop being materialistic. hokay, i'll go call the citibank hotline to see how much points are there left in my daddy's card =D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have so many polaroid films left! let's go to Arab St &amp;amp; Esplanade someday and take photos. i realize i also have the 4-eyed lomo camera. all i need now is film, lots of happiness and people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115363565166084463?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115363565166084463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115363565166084463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115363565166084463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115363565166084463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-going-crazy-gaga-laguna-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115329235313555814</id><published>2006-07-19T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:52:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;advertisements are shiaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/DSC00468.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay. science ended early today, (as usual). HOHO, be jealous. then after finishing the dang sloppy mind map of sigma and pi bonds, i left school with hisyam, joe and zack. we were like hungry creatures, so we planned to eat at causeway. but everywhere was packed with weird people in weird costumes. then we made a very rash decision to go orchard to makan. but in the end we still went cos there wasn't any more places to go to. in the end we lunched at LJS at lido. laughed like fucktards while having my chicken meal. then after that we went browsing at topshop &amp;amp; topman and were thinking of what birthday presents to get for hisyam and adel. joe's thai friend was working there! okay, random lah, no need to know. so then i got home and joined in the crazy taxi craze. hahaha. i got A license okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. i want to go shopping soon, but i've no money. i'll have to ask my dad if i could exchange for some vouchers =D hahahaha, i'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;for no reason at all, just see this: &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/143078/scary_elevator/"&gt;http://www.metacafe.com/watch/143078/scary_elevator/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm too lazy to continue, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115329235313555814?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115329235313555814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115329235313555814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115329235313555814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115329235313555814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/weds-advertisements-are-shiaaaat.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115321436862533332</id><published>2006-07-18T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:23:44.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Father: Boy, go and wash your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Why? I didn't touch anything!&lt;br /&gt;Father: You touched yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHEEEHEEEHEEE :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LISTENING: Peterpan- Tak Bisakah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ho, the merry old soul (:&lt;br /&gt;yah, malay song.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school today was alright. except for the part where Mr. Hafidz sang Candle In The Wind by Elton. but he's singing was good lah i must say. tuesdays are always slack, that's why i love tuesdays better than mondays and wednesdays. mondays (Coach &amp;amp; his disgusting gay hands and huge eyes and a mouth that is loaded with bullets) and wednesdays (okay lah) &lt;u&gt;suck&lt;/u&gt;. then after school, bummed around in class and got high while disfiguring zack's face with photoshop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday i met nana at around 4 to marina square to jalan. didn't buy anything because there wasn't much at topshop or zara. even if there was, i've no money. i've been thinking of getting a job somewhere, jade is making me jealous with hr making money right now at Dino. oh yes, back to yesterday. me and nana walked past citilink and past NUM! hahaha, you should know what. DROOLS. and then we were meaning to walk back but didn't cos we were shy. and then we sour-powered strawberry and got high and then we laughed and then got shyed away by hotties and then got high again. then met llama and happily walked to esplanado while waiting for his friends. we all planned to have the ah pek ice-cream but he wasn't there yesterday! nana was so sad that she became hyper and spyed on people with her camera, in search of the mysterious ah pek. but he didn't come. but it was good, because if ah pek comes, then i'll buy ice-cream, then i'll eat, then i'll gain another kilo, then i'll become diabetic because i sour-powered and gummied too much. now i think i'm crapping too much, as always right. oh well, i'm &lt;strong&gt;SO SO SO&lt;/strong&gt; looking forward for tomorrow! -fake smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edit}&lt;br /&gt;i want to do so so many things! i want to worship the sun soon ={\edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aslinda's not replying my messages! i think she is kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;matters aside, i'm happy eating gummy bears and that's all i care about right now. aiyah, left 4 only ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115321436862533332?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115321436862533332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115321436862533332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115321436862533332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115321436862533332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/father-boy-go-and-wash-your-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115306639653255079</id><published>2006-07-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:13:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LISTENING: all the emo songs in the entire universe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm okay. where shall i begin.&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long =\ i've been feeling so low these few days. i think it's the time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;this year had been so &lt;strong&gt;black &lt;/strong&gt;for me. my nails are always black. hahaha. sounds dirty, but it's not lah. what's the feeling of having too many mints in your system- tinge of coldness &amp; highness. i feel like typing nonsense. i've been nonsense the whole night because of the rubbish songs i have in my itunes. i'm so retarded, no need to remind me. i knew that long time ago. yes tammy. i'm still the same ugly retarded freak but i don't smell like pandan leaves okay. i hope i would be able to go to the concert to watch your solo =D hahaha. i will smack your butt again, i miss tickling you. oh, get that throat well soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm suppose to sleep right now because there is school tmr but i'm not going to school. reason is i'm lazy. and i suddenly have the feeling of being wasted. no, i'm not depressed. i don't know why i just feel like quitting school sometimes and then drown in my bed. i miss my butt-buddy prasetha! =\ i missed the times spent in australia. i wanna go there the 2nd time and waste the 2nd time with her. i miss so many things. sometimes i think we don't cherish the things we have around us until it is gone. oh man, i sound so philsophical and cliched. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably be banned by saying too much old news, like how broke i am, how i want to get out of this fucking place, again. but i think that's not going to happen anytime soon again, so shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so hardcore-MSN these past few days. especially with hisyam, all the dark and mysterious things he do online. hoho, &amp;amp; i know his deepest darkest secrets. i think i'm going blind soon, considering the fact that i'm on on my laptop almost 24/7. i want contacts. but i'm afraid of the part where i take out the lenses and i pull out my cornea together with it, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/x02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/x02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with Olga, i want my Teddy and i wanna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115306639653255079?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115306639653255079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115306639653255079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115306639653255079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115306639653255079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-all-emo-songs-in-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115297511088918862</id><published>2006-07-15T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:53:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="370"&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Alicia-6-7-4.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What" will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, so true. of all the characters in star wars, i only know Darth Vadar. is he even from star wars? someone double-check for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115297511088918862?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115297511088918862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115297511088918862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115297511088918862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115297511088918862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115288637329032337</id><published>2006-07-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:12:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smallville + lifehouse's everything = bad combination of feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115288637329032337?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115288637329032337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115288637329032337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115288637329032337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115288637329032337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/smallville-lifehouses-everything-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115287238301255567</id><published>2006-07-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:13:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldnt sleep for a long time. i thought only of his face, the one i'd cast sideways glances at through middle school, the one Scarlett and i had studied in yearbook after yearbook. and later, the one in the picture that was tucked in the mirror in her bedroom, of Scarlett and him at the lake just weeks earlier, water glittering behind them. the way her head rested on his shoulder, his hand on her knee. the way he looked at her, and not at the camera, when i pushed the red button, the flash lighting them up in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115287238301255567?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115287238301255567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115287238301255567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115287238301255567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115287238301255567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-couldnt-sleep-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115248707842762644</id><published>2006-07-10T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:17:58.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reporting at 5.46am! (:&lt;br /&gt;hoho, i'm in school right now and i can't sleep because it's too fucking cold in the Forum.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;b&gt;ITALY WON!&lt;/b&gt; yay! i think i can bet at football games with ease because whatever i said comes true, this time only. haha. argh, my fingers are numbed and i look a ghost with a hair that hasn't been combed for a gazillion years. i hope i don't scare my friends later =my stomach's growling like crazy, i need prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/ee1bf75a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/ee1bf75a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/ee1bf77d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/ee1bf77d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/ee1bf745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/ee1bf745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/ee1bf767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/ee1bf767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(haha, cogan looks like a ballerina! oops =\ &amp; chandraaaaaaa!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho-hum. i don't intend to stay in school. i doubt almost half the class would be here because it's one day after the world cup finals. like, who would want to come all the way to Woodlands for school when the world cup only ended around 5.30?? you must be freaking shot in the head. oh and just for short updates, T.C.M.I really lived up to their name (Totally. Cannot. Make. It). they lost right after the first match. haha, oh well. but at least they lost it to a really strong opponent, so it was kinda alright. ooh, i saw shahir at the soccer match too! said hello and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm sleepy, so it's obvious i'll end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115248707842762644?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115248707842762644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115248707842762644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115248707842762644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115248707842762644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/reporting-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115234532044294200</id><published>2006-07-08T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:07:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LISTENING: POLOROID- SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;think i&lt;/s&gt; worry too much. &amp; it's fucked up, as always.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sitting here staring at the screen for almost five minutes, trying to figure out what to say. it's been surreal. i actually don't think i've ever run such an extreme gambit of emotions in such a short period of time, and mostly i'm just drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would be sleeping in tonight. i'm so tired, like most of the time. yesterday i slept out the alarm clock out. and this morning i slept over the noise of the TV. while sleeping under layers of warmth. on monday, the routine began again. somewhere in there, i tried to fit in love. every morning at 7.12, i would run to the bus stop and always just make it in time. in my mobile phone's memory, i have a short note saved to myself. i have no recollection of the date or a clear explanation for writing it but all it reads is, "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/DSC00426.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/DSC00427.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/DSC00427.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, we're going to school tomorrow to watch the soccer match. and then we're gonna stay over in school to watch the world cup finals :D hope it'll be fun! yesterday i almost got grounded for coming home at around 11.30pm. i was at Tampines! i can't possibly fly home man, it's a 1 hour ride home on the mrt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/DSC00405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/DSC00405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;just to cheer myself up, (i can't believe i'm so boring i bore myself to death), yesterday i had break with Ah- Fah! &amp;amp; nana! haha, for some reason we laughed like escaped patients from Woodbridge. i had curry puff and i had to eat it with 2 dessert forks. and then Fah had milkshake so me and nana started linking with whatever that was happening with pregnancies and abortion. hahaha, what the hell lah. okay i'm bummed. pfffff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115234532044294200?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115234532044294200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115234532044294200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115234532044294200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115234532044294200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-poloroid-so-damn-beautiful-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115211107558977508</id><published>2006-07-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:51:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LISTENING: BLACK EYED PEAS- MY HUMPS MY HUMPS MY HUMPS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{open inverted commas}&lt;br /&gt;to the bestest friend in the world:&lt;br /&gt;Adel Nashruddin Bin Ahmad Ibrahim Abideen (pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE&lt;/strong&gt; terrific, tops of the tops, #1 and only 1, greatest, bulkiest pantat, glorious, magnanimous, damnedest and most outstanding friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;{/close inverted commas}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wha, macam like certificate like that. hahaha.&lt;em&gt; notice the inverted commas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, you're still psychedelic. still camel and still llama. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;today is a very lousy day. after one day of skipping school i already feel so dang lazy. i wanna go out after 1st meeting tomorrow but i don't know where to. i wanna meet up with aslindanus soon! :( miss her like crazy, i miss &lt;em&gt;female&lt;/em&gt; also lah. but she's having her freaking exams. i wanna go hang ourselves dry at esplanade if we go out next time then we shall do our usual ding dong stuffs. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today me and nana partially raped zack. nana raped his ears instead.&lt;br /&gt;so after school i met jadey ho siang gek for a movie. was suppose to meet kar mun and poh but we reached cathay late. everywhere we went, we were still in a freaking big ass carpark. then all the banglahs were staring at us like some red light district girl. tried to escape through doors after doors until we met this chinese guy. he finally directed us to the cinema, hoho. so instead of &lt;em&gt;just my luck&lt;/em&gt;, we caught &lt;em&gt;scary movie 4&lt;/em&gt; which was a total waste of money, but i had a great time making a fool out of myself in the cinema. i laughed at parts where no one laughed. thanks. so then after the movie we walked around cathay and got starstruck and so on and so forth. ogay, it would be quite retarded to go on about what i ate and then what i did after i ate. so i'm ending here, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a blessed wild apple girl, for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115211107558977508?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115211107558977508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115211107558977508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115211107558977508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115211107558977508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-black-eyed-peas-my-humps-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115201882354599385</id><published>2006-07-04T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:13:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKED. cos i have a new pimple on my cheek :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so whatever these days.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if i dig my nose in front of you, adjust my bra, or hook back the damn strap. i don't know what i'm trying to drive at, but you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school today because i was sleepy. was actually planning to go Esplanade to hang with the camels. spent like 3244323 smses just to plan but in the end got cancelled because the mood was lost. hurhur, it was bull bull bull all morning. anyways, i got to hang with Sharlene yesterday! &amp; we went for dinner at LJS, then we went digging at Zara and Topshop at Marina. i still think the Topshop at Suntec is better! :D anyway piggy, sorry if it wasn't fun yesterday because i was carrying my heavy bag, and plus my mood wasn't as high as before. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm going to school tomorrow, it's Communications with the british accent lady! =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115201882354599385?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115201882354599385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115201882354599385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115201882354599385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115201882354599385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115184546843458533</id><published>2006-07-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:55:55.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEE, took quite a long time to fix the screwed up codes =anyway, comment on my tagboard again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to the opening ceremony of SYF yesterday was really really like another episode of The Amazing Race: Our Version. oh my gawd, i think i lost 2kg, i'm nothing right now but bones. of course, me and nana camwhored again. we didn't rape zack because he wore polo tee on purpose but we left him posing stupidly in front of the Ginvera advertisement with the girl pointing on the gel on her nose and then we laughed at him from a distance. hahahaha, the evil-est thing we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i see the joy in bullying. sorry zack. some of the hundreds of photos are in nana's blog right now, the ugliest one is me squatting in the middle of the barren &lt;i&gt;ulu&lt;/i&gt; place we walked. oh, just to let you all know, (HAHAHHAH) we walked from Raffles Place all the way to Kallang Stadium. we all got so excited when we saw the huge stadium lights, we wanted to crawl into the stadium. that's one heck of an Amazing Race man. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was at the airport when i saw 2 chillipadis! hohoho, they were skating from burger king and to god-knows-where like little kids lah. i like blondes and brownies. haha. here's a scandal snap i took of the brownie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/DSC00366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/DSC00366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, then we went to Holland V for lunch. there was a second-hand sale going on and it inspired me to do something :D&lt;br /&gt;anyone with heaps of shit at home? JOIN ME WITH SECOND-HAND SALES AT CLARK QUAY SOMETIME SOON PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115184546843458533?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115184546843458533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115184546843458533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115184546843458533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115184546843458533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/whee-took-quite-long-time-to-fix.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115172536964230392</id><published>2006-07-01T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:40:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/minah%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/200/minah%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! (:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i'm still HIGH from last night.&lt;br /&gt;zack's blog is like one hell of a blog lah (go to my links), ketawa until you berak!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, alicia minah gila!&lt;br /&gt;i just realized my entries filled with photos already. i'm gonna whore somemore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115172536964230392?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115172536964230392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115172536964230392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115172536964230392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115172536964230392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-i-dont-know-why-but-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115168152884646873</id><published>2006-06-30T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:54:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/rape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/rape5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/rape3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/rape6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah, pose while wrestling with Mr. Camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, we raped Zack, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we felt scandalous. so ronny and joe went to the girl's toilet while me and nana went to the guy's toilet to camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/r2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/r1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/r3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e200/fadedqueens_/r4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronny &amp; Joe, girls in disguise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going for the SYF opening ceremony to support the white knights (nana, please melt now).&lt;br /&gt;uniforms make us go high right? HHAHAHA. i'm high now. i would like to apologize to those people who endured my nonsense. my fingers were on vodka just now, sorry for talking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy from high school musical is like Teddy! but Teddy's eyes still win lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, tmr we are going to rape Zack in public! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dear mooksie wooksie is coming along as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/adel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115168152884646873?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115168152884646873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115168152884646873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115168152884646873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115168152884646873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahahah-pose-while-wrestling-with-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115141700581105338</id><published>2006-06-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:03:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just linked you yingo! i hope it was the right address anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a good friend, i remembered your address. hur, okay cut the crap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, school's still a whore, and so was Mr. Ang. unluckily enough, i was walking to school when i saw him lugging his bag and dragging his feet (imagine a 35+ year old man walking like that), looking up at the sky and randomly looking at his watch. HAHAHA, funny! then he was like, Hi Alicia. i took off my earplugs and said Hello, morning. and then walked off. he is a headache i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was still okay, and so were the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that i got to meet up with aslinda, ruth, firaj and mukunthen s/o mutharamalingam :DD&lt;br /&gt;hehe, sorry, just loved that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, i'm becoming minah =\ selenge bacin lah dey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115141700581105338?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115141700581105338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115141700581105338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115141700581105338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115141700581105338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-linked-you-yingo-i-hope-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115122852258618409</id><published>2006-06-25T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:42:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new template! (:&lt;br /&gt;so random, comment on my tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115122852258618409?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115122852258618409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115122852258618409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115122852258618409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115122852258618409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-template-so-random-comment-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115063590067819408</id><published>2006-06-18T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:05:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more things to sell!&lt;br /&gt;i seriously, is, IS DESPERATE for a garage sale. i just want to put my trash at some place where it'll get its new owners :( a girl's trash is another girl's new found treasure, no? i hope some good ol' souls would buy those babies from me. &amp; finally, the VS shorts is &lt;b&gt;sold&lt;/b&gt;! i'm happy happy :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday, i met up with Mr. Loanshark and nana to Goldie's band performance at Victoria. then we left during the intermission (hehe) for dinner. we were so hungry luh, couldn't help it. so we ate at Marina, Long John. then i rushed down to meet Miss. Piggy 2, bitched &amp;amp; people-watch at NYDC. had the super duper chocolate sundae with super duper chocolatey oreo cookies and super super chocolate chips. doesn't it sound fattening? i know. then so we walked around Heeren and window-shopped at Queens Couture. everywhere was closed! i thought the GSS period was going to keep all the shops opened till like 11pm. but at 9.30, the shops were closed already, so it was sad sad sad, go home =\ anyway, had fun with you lynn! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i went to town with the sister. i felt itchy in the fingers, so i got:&lt;br /&gt;- a Zara stripey tank&lt;br /&gt;- a tank from F21&lt;br /&gt;- a pair of huuge sunnies from F21&lt;br /&gt;- Sergio Mendes CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt so espanol luh. so i got his CD, featuring Will.I.Am on most tracks. just love the &lt;em&gt;boom boom &lt;/em&gt;bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, it's school tmr, YAY. cos i get to see my friends. EFF, because it's Maths tmr. OH, I GOT D+ FOR THE UT, see i told you i'd fail. this is really worrying the potatoes and tomatoes out of me. i wonder how the hell am i going to survive in RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, happy endings :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115063590067819408?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115063590067819408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115063590067819408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115063590067819408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115063590067819408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-things-to-sell-i-seriously-is-is_18.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24286889.post-115012958617045011</id><published>2006-06-13T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:11:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/IMG_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/IMG_1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOH OOH I LOVE MY JADEY PIGGY :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. we went shopping today again &amp; i got my lovely perry baggy and i'm loving it! oh, and i'm very very happy to announce that my diarrhea marathon is over! clap for me please. hahaha, i know that sounds gross but i'm happy because i'm back to being healthy again. okay, maybe just a little bit. jadey is going to spend her tuesday with me tomorrow and we're going swimming! hahaha, what the heck. it's 12:18am and i'm still so high. i think it's the mentos which i was on just now. i have so many things on my list and i wanna do this and i wanna do that. so many things! =\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i wanna say one thing, the owner of Collage at far east just reminds me of my ex-boss. it freaks me. not in a bad way, he's a good boss, he's funny but he just freaks me. okay nevermind, i'm nonsensing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thinking of ways to earn money. i don't think there are any easier ways than having a junkyard sale. i was thinking of selling stuffs at a bazaar or something. but anyone to share the costs to rent a space? =D &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/1600/jasu1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/309/322/320/jasu1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a space for this photo cos i look so anorexic (see the lungs?). &amp;amp; my head looks so ugly big. but i'm not anorexic!&lt;strong&gt; I EAT!&lt;/strong&gt; ask my sister, i had haagen dazs ice-cream on 4 consecutive days. and spoonsful more during my trip to hong kong, oh my gawd. moovenpick chocolate is like OH MY GAWD. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;speaking of oh-my-gawds, paris hilton's voice is like oh my fucking gawd. you can seriously forget about watching the mtv of her song "stars are blind", it's like a freaking 20 minutes long Calvin Klein advertisement just with her having sheer sex with a guy on her mtv. YAWN, i'll upload the photos i took in honky wonky in the next entry. wet dreams :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24286889-115012958617045011?l=youyesyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115012958617045011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24286889&amp;postID=115012958617045011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115012958617045011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24286889/posts/default/115012958617045011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyesyou-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ooh-ooh-i-love-my-jadey-piggy-d-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007448696877225263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v367/lishrocks/th_f6927962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
