<?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-6651079</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:54:33.795+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*~That's just me~*</title><subtitle type='html'>56K1</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114482383494901958</id><published>2006-04-12T16:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:37:14.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abandonment - bye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As of today, I am officially abandoning my blog. There will be no more updates. After 2 years, I need a new start. Cheers and thanks to all who have been reading. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114482383494901958?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114482383494901958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114482383494901958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114482383494901958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114482383494901958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/04/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114438226097171263</id><published>2006-04-07T13:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:00:53.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tribute to eggs and some random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love eggs (I meant chicken eggs, what were u thinking?!). They are so versatile. You can have them fried, poached, scrambled, hard boiled, soft boiled, raw (I hate that btw) etc. You can eat them with anything. Instant noodles just don’t taste as good without an egg. Of course, too many will kill you. But you can’t live without them. Cheers to chicken eggs! (I am not discriminating against other eggs. Quail eggs and duck eggs are fab too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the end of week 6 (stop screaming Mich). Yesterday whilst at lecture, 4 people entered the lecture theatre at approximately 5 minute intervals from 11am onwards (my lecture started at 10:30am). The first 2 people wondered in, looked at us strangely and proceeded to walk out. The 3rd person came in and stared at the lecturer until she said, “Hulo. Are you here for legal issues in medicine?” And she sheepishly said, “No” and walked out. The 4th person came in, sat down, took notes for 5 whole minutes before realizing that he was in the wrong lecture and then proceeded to sheepishly make a quick exit amidst the sniggers from the crowd. It’s the end of week 6. How could you still NOT know where your lectures are? You should have already gone (hopefully) for 6 lectures at the same place and time every week. I just don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optus gave me a phone (Motorola razor) for being a loyal customer. It’s sleek and thin but no idea how to use it. Once you use a Nokia, you never go back. Besides, I love my current phone too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we practise what we preach? We tell people what to do when something goes wrong. We give advice. We comfort others. Would we actually do what we tell people to do if the situation reversed? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great respect for housewives, cleaners, maids and anybody who cleans the house. I made up my mind to do spring cleaning during the Easter break. I decided yesterday that I couldn’t take my room being filthy anymore so I cleaned it. REALLY cleaned it. From top to bottom. Spent 2 whole hours cleaning. Vacuuming, scrubbing, wiping, washing etc. First time I ever cleaned my room so thoroughly. I AM DAMN TIRED. I can’t even imagine doing this every day. It feels good though. Very therapeutic. I watched “How clean is your house?” (for those who don’t, it’s this reality show about 2 British women going to clean up the really dirty houses of some American families) and got REALLY disgusted at how people could stand living such FILTH. It was like living in a dumpster. No kidding. You won’t even believe how filthy those houses were. There were insects and rats and food all over and clothes on the floor which their pets had already peed on. *shivers* I never want to live like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting cold. Feels a little like winter. Snow fell in autumn! My bed is so comfy nowadays that I have such a hard time getting outta bed to go to uni in the mornings. Speaking of bed, I should go to sleep. Thank God it’s the weekend. Have a good weekend folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114438226097171263?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114438226097171263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114438226097171263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114438226097171263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114438226097171263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/04/eggs.html' title='eggs'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114413429637743172</id><published>2006-04-04T16:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:09:25.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging cuz of michy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging cuz Michy told me to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm currently in the lab waiting for Syl to end class so we can go get dinner. I love the uni computers. They are as fast as the speed of lightning (it's the internet I'm toking 'bout). No one seems to be blogging nowadays. Guess it's cuz exams are coming along. For the Singaporeans of course. The Aussies (I mean the people studying here) are mid-way into the semester (what, so fast?!) so tests are coming up and assignments are due soon *ack* &lt;em&gt;starts pulling hair out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's a mess at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. My room is filthy. I have to clean it soon during the Easter break. And I mean CLEAN it out. As in, spotless. Dustless. Probably will be chucking lots of unnecessary clothes and books. I should have a yard sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. It's already mid-sem and I still have no clue about what is going on in Property class. If I don't do something about it soon, I'm going to fail it miserably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I'm sleep deprived. Why? I also don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I've got assignments due soon which I haven't even started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I've got tons of reading to do. I should just burn them and drink them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Time is passing too quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. I pray that my caterer comes back soon so I won't have to eat my terrible cooking a moment longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not complaining. Compared to some of my friends, I'm having a whale of a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least Easter's coming soon. I need a break. We all do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the best Yuanny, with your exams and your trip :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the best Juice, with you exams as well as with the phones thingy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck Peg, with your poly application and your work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck for exams Ra! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best of luck for your double degree application Grace :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the best for your uni application Shanta :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the best to your future Xiao Zhi! Stay happy always :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dun stress Eunice! All the best! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck for your test Mich :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the best for your presentation and test Syl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you'll be able to get more sleep Amy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love music. It's the best thing ever created. Truly. Cheers to those who make good music (MUSIC Michelle, not NOISE like you :S) People like Wang Li Hong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114413429637743172?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114413429637743172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114413429637743172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114413429637743172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114413429637743172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging-cuz-of-michy.html' title='blogging cuz of michy'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114381767528214289</id><published>2006-04-01T01:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T02:09:19.923+11:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe it's the 1st of April already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm lagging with my readings. There's just too much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm stressed and can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm bored cuz&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I'm bored, I like to do online quizes. They are funny and interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/cancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;br /&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beautiful yet dangerousPeople will stop and watch you when you appearEven though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true original and classic, you represent the best of everything you can offer.Just the right amount of sweet, just the right amount of energy... you're the life of the party.Your best soda match: Mountain DewStay away from:Dr Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: January 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.You're good at so much - you never know what to do.Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Boyish and 80% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back.&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Your&lt;/a&gt; Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;You are fickle and tend to fall out of love easily. You bounce from romance to romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Inspiring Others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/inspiring.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are great at developing a vision, and getting others to adopt your way of thinking.You are talented at leading, balancing tasks, and helping people work together.&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;CounselingEnvironmental studiesLawSocial workPolitical scienceNursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114381767528214289?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114381767528214289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114381767528214289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114381767528214289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114381767528214289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/04/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114378323440004323</id><published>2006-03-31T16:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:33:54.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>guys are freaking jerks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost every single guy I've met is either freaking weird or is a freaking jerk. Why can't I just meet a NORMAL guy for a refreshing change? Or maybe it's just me. Just damn irritated with all of them. You just can't understand what the hell is going through that puny brain of theirs. People ask how come all my friends are girls. There you have it. I need a gay guy for a friend. I heard they make great friends. Maybe I should turn gay as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114378323440004323?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114378323440004323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114378323440004323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114378323440004323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114378323440004323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/guys-are-freaking-jerks.html' title='guys are freaking jerks'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114361124850084431</id><published>2006-03-29T16:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:01:32.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TGWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGWO (Thank God Wednesday's Over)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*phew* Sat thru 5 hrs of lectures today. Drove me insane. Time was crawling by like a snail. My butt hurts from sitting down. *ack* Property law is a pain in the ass. Literally. Can't understand the freaking subject and who cares what the history of property law is and what not. It makes Contract law look easy peasy. Damnit. No wonder they have a high failure rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more day tomorrow and the weekend's here! Whee! I have many things to do during the weekend. BAH. I lurve weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the heck...I just went back and read my March 2004 archives and they are so CRAP! I can't believe I wrote those stuff!!! Which reminds me that I went back home and read my old diaries and was so disgusted by them that I just tore them up, soaked them in water and threw them in the trash. It all seems so childish and embarrassing now. What the heeelll... :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laterz peeps!&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/6651079-114361124850084431?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114361124850084431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114361124850084431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114361124850084431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114361124850084431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgwo.html' title='TGWO'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114351756004266005</id><published>2006-03-28T14:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:51:37.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I trust U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was having a late night chat with Juice last night (or should I say this morning). I was up late because I just got my laptop back and was busy downloading all the stuff into it. A brand new start. Wow. All this while I was hoping for a new start to life. Until I realised (after my computer went bust), how much I wanted to hold on to the old stuff. It was hard letting it go, but not impossible. And ever since I came here (to Melb), I have since learnt to let things go. It has been a traumatic experience for me (life lessons repeated over and over again) but with each bad experience I learn something new. I also learn slowly, to let go of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember someone once said that to learn how to let go is the hardest, yet most important thing in life. I think God is teaching me that. I had a conversation (one-sided, as usual) with Him one day and He knows that my main weakness (amongst many others) is that there are some things in life which I have a very hard time forgetting and letting go. There are people in life (like my family of course) that I wish and hope and pray that I will never have to part with. But nothing is forever, except God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess when you let go, you learn to live, to look forward, stop harping on the past and become at peace with yourself. That's how I feel now. At peace with myself. And learning how to trust God to take care of me is the main reason for this peace. Because no matter what happens you know that He will take care of you. After some of the shit I've had to go through recently, there is very little that's going to bring me down now (I hope *lol*). It makes you a stronger person. By letting go, you learn to forgive others, but most importantly, you learn to forgive YOURSELF. That's the hardest bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amy always tells me not to be so hard on myself. Recently I feel I have to say the same about her as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I was chatting to Juice and she always has this knack of explaining things in the simplest ways which make the most sense. It's very comforting to talk to her because she always knows what to say. It may not be the "right" thing to say, but she knows the appropriate things to say, and she won't lie to you. Like maybe I fell out with a friend and the "right" thing to say would be "oh don't worry, the other friend is so mean blahblah it's not your fault...". But the appropriate thing to say may be "I think you should talk to her about it. You were not exactly blameless as well." I appreciate the honesty. I think being able to talk to people is a gift. Juice you should be a counsellor! Thanks for the talk last night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I got my placement! They offered me a placement next semester for 5 weeks for my Family law unit. I'm supposed to go to this law firm (on-campus) every Friday morning (for a mth) for 4 hours and basically do an internship. Then the 5th week I get to go to the Dandenong Family Court. So exciting! And it's all part of my course! Of couse last time I would have just taken the easy way out and opted to do the 100% exam paper. But not anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM turning into a new leaf. *grins* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114351756004266005?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114351756004266005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114351756004266005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114351756004266005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114351756004266005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-trust-you.html' title='I trust you'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114334325184778941</id><published>2006-03-26T14:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:20:51.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My computer crashed. Hard disk crashed. Everything's gone. My songs are all gone! Lucky I haven't done any assignments yet or have anything really impt in there that I need. Hiahz. So unlucky. It must happen to me now. Timing is damn good. Computers give me so much trouble. On the other hand, I can't live without them. Happened for no blinking reason summore. I finally got my internet up and now I dun have a com to go on. So smart. Have to get my hard disk replaced and do everything again from scratch. Aihz. When I asked for a chance to do everything over again I didn't mean starting my computer from scratch. Bugger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114334325184778941?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114334325184778941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114334325184778941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114334325184778941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114334325184778941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114302978497757349</id><published>2006-03-22T23:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:33:35.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight I went and grabbed some songs from Michy cuz I got bored listening to mine. Found some meaningful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Together We Are One" (Delta Goodrem) Melbourne 2006 Commonwealth Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here we are sharing our lives&lt;br /&gt;We made it through the good and bad times&lt;br /&gt;And still we stand with hope in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we will play our part&lt;br /&gt;And now we've come so far&lt;br /&gt;One chance to touch a star&lt;br /&gt;Go higher ... and higher&lt;br /&gt;Find your guiding inspiration&lt;br /&gt;In a place where dreams are made&lt;br /&gt;With a lifetime's preparation&lt;br /&gt;It's no time to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Put our difference behind us&lt;br /&gt;While you shine like a sun&lt;br /&gt;See what we've all become&lt;br /&gt;Together we are one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;You work so hard to reach your goal&lt;br /&gt;And here we stand with every breath&lt;br /&gt;You gave it all till there was nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Seek out the strength to win&lt;br /&gt;No thoughts of giving in&lt;br /&gt;Go higher...and higher&lt;br /&gt;Find your guiding inspiration&lt;br /&gt;In a place where dreams are made&lt;br /&gt;With a lifetime's preparation&lt;br /&gt;It's no time to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Put our differences behind us&lt;br /&gt;While we're shining like a sun&lt;br /&gt;See what we've all become&lt;br /&gt;Together we are one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"If Everyone Cared"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Nickleback)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From underneath the trees, we watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Confusing stars for satellites&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that you'd be mine&lt;br /&gt;But here we are, we're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;And in the air the fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Our only light in paradise&lt;br /&gt;We'll show the world they were wrong&lt;br /&gt;And teach them all to sing along&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Singing Amen, I, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;And as we lie beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;We realize how small we are&lt;br /&gt;If they could love like you and me&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what the world could be&lt;br /&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;When nobody died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Jesus take the wheel" (Carrie Underwood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;On a snow white Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline&lt;br /&gt;It been a long hard year&lt;br /&gt;She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention&lt;br /&gt;She was going way to fast&lt;br /&gt;Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass&lt;br /&gt;She saw both their lives flash before her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even have time to cry&lt;br /&gt;She was sooo scared&lt;br /&gt;She threw her hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't do this all on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And the car came to a stop&lt;br /&gt;She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in a long time&lt;br /&gt;She bowed her head to pray&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm sorry for the way I've been living my life&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got to change&lt;br /&gt;So from now on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't do this all my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;From this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take it, take it from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114302978497757349?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114302978497757349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114302978497757349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114302978497757349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114302978497757349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/songs.html' title='songs'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114300979339926932</id><published>2006-03-22T17:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:43:13.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>never</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mission impossible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm never going to be able to go back to Singapore to work. When I heard the news, my heart sank. I knew that people in my faculty were smart, but I didn't know that they were THAT brilliant. How do they do it? I'll never make it to the top 30%. I'll never graduate with honours. I'm fighting a losing battle. Heck. I don't even qualify to fight in the first place. My mom says I've already lost because I gave up without a fight. So be it. However I do remember Atticus (my hero and all-time favourite lawyer) saying in "To Kill a Mockingbird" that true courage is to stick with a task and fight till the end even though you know you've already lost (correct me if I'm wrong Juice). I wonder what's the point in that. Although it's true that lawyers have to do their best for their client even if they know he's guilty. argh I feel like tearing my hair out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The more I think about it the more it SUCKS. The more I worry about it the more stressed I get. Why do they have to make it so difficult for us? We just want to go home. I just want to go home. &lt;em&gt;*Michael Buble song "Home" plays in the background right about now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too late for regrets. What to do now? I fear for my future. Then again, WHAT future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I'm glad we have been utilising our time well this semester. Weekends have been fun and a great time to look forward to for destressing. I just wish that all 4 of us will work doubly hard this semester. (Syl don't forget our goals!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114300979339926932?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114300979339926932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114300979339926932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114300979339926932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114300979339926932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/never.html' title='never'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114295403887884094</id><published>2006-03-22T01:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:13:58.960+11:00</updated><title type='text'>torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s late, I’m tired and frustrated. Work has been piling up. I need a break already. Tomorrow is a long day for me. I anticipate another round of kopi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being caught in-between, not knowing what to do. Don’t you just hate it when you’re stuck with a few choices, not knowing which way to go and what to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine described a factual scenario to me yesterday (which sounded like my law tutorial) which I couldn’t answer: What would you do if you had a friend, A, and an even better friend, B, and you knew things about A that may be detrimental to B because of B’s relationship with A? Would you tell B the things you knew about A? Or would you just keep it to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if the things you are going to tell B may not be good for their relationship with A? Would you still tell B the things about A at the risk of A and B’s relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if things became even more complicated and you happened to have a thing for B? Would you selfishly expose A in hopes that B would fall out with A and let you have a shot? Or would you keep things to yourself and let A make use of B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If B is very happy with A now, would you bear to see B hurt now or in the long run? Or would you just cross your fingers and hope that in the long run, A would not hurt B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions. Tough stuff, but we have to make them everyday. Being caught in these situations involving relationships are never easy. Somehow or other, 1 person has to get hurt and you have the power to decide who. Would it be A, B or you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114295403887884094?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114295403887884094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114295403887884094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114295403887884094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114295403887884094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/torn.html' title='torn'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114278965118960379</id><published>2006-03-20T04:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:48:29.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is life…my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am again late at night. It’s weird because recently when I start trying to study I sorta drift away into dreamland and start feeling all groggy and sleepy. Then I get ready for bed and when I finally lay down to sleep, I can’t and get insomnia. The power of books eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party at our hostel last night. It was a “get-to-know-your-neighbour” party for all the tenants at our hostel as well as the hostel opposite ours, since it’s owned by the same person. It was kindda…weird. Let’s just say I met all sorts of people. Some nice ones, some funny ones, some just REALLY weird. I can’t even begin to tell you HOW weird. And then my friends and I stayed up till 3am just talking about weird pple we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stressed about work a few days ago. But I’ve sorted it all out. And…I believe that we can’t control what happens to us. As in, we can’t control fate, we can’t control destiny. We only have control over certain things in life. One of it is my studies. I can’t control how well I do. I say that because sometimes you can try really hard but in the end get crappy marks still. All I can do is do my best and let God take care of the rest. And as long as I can surely say that, yes, I have done my best, then whatever the outcome is, is in the hands of Him. And that will be my destiny. I realise that I always spend time worrying about situations that I have no control over. Which is a waste of time. It’s just like in soccer where whether your team gets to play in the final depends on whether a certain team loses or wins. Then you hope that the other team loses. But in the first place, you have to take care of your own side before you can worry about others. So I am now going to focus on the things that I have control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a small place. TOO small. I just realised that a friend of mine, whom I got to know whilst working at A&amp;amp;G, is my mom’s friend’s daughter’s boyfriend. Really weird. And it just took 1 word (“dog”) on MSN for us to discover this. Turns out that his girlfriend was the owner of Hash, my dog. We’re both still in shock. The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: What I really need is a 2 hour run now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why don’t you go run around your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I can’t because I need a nice straight long route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have a canal that’s long and straight behind my place. I bring my dog for a walk there sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: What breed is your dog? My girlfriend has a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It’s a mixed breed. The mother got raped by this unknown dog, but she’s a Siberian husky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh, my girlfriend’s dog too. WAIT. You just got the puppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sudden realisation by both of us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: MY GIRLFRIEND OWNS THE MUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU’RE KIDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: NO I’M NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH MY GAWD. Don’t tell me SHE’S…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: YES SHE IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I KNOW HER. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: My mom and her mom used to be colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: THIS IS INCREDIBLE! IT’S OUT OF THIS WORLD!!! I AM STILL TRYING TO BREATHE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had this long 2 hour conversation after that about my dog and its siblings, because he saw all 3 of them before 2 of them were given away. PHEW. It’s God’s will I tell you. And there I was minutes earlier, saying that he and his girlfriend are so sweet because they’ve been together for so long and he’s totally into her…and I happen to now KNOW her. And when I look back on it now, it actually was a very unrelated topic that led to all this. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now running on caffeine. It’s 4:30am and I still haven’t finished my reading. I’m not tired but my eyes are really painful from staring at the computer for 3.5 hours non-stop. I understand that there’s a lot of reading to do but this is getting ridiculous. Week after week it piles up and no matter how long I spend reading, I never seem to be able to clear it. And now assignments are due in soon too??? I wonder how I’m going to cope this semester. I pray for strength. A LOT OF STRENGTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114278965118960379?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114278965118960379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114278965118960379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114278965118960379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114278965118960379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-my-life.html' title='this is my life'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114260799358159523</id><published>2006-03-18T02:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:08:23.553+11:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untitled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iwish I could just drink it all away but here I am having a huge headache instead. Damn it. Can't even sleep. My friends are already probably in their warm comfy beds snoozing real well. Major frustration. I'm such a failure. Failure in everything. Why can't I just be good at something for once? What's the point of my existence then? I'm stupid. There. I said it. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! Say all you want. I don't care anymore. It doesn't hurt me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to start my life all over again. I want to do it right this time. I promise I will do it right this time. Can I have another chance please? Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114260799358159523?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114260799358159523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114260799358159523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114260799358159523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114260799358159523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled_114260799358159523.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114242182746660703</id><published>2006-03-15T22:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:08:46.470+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Commonwealth games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commonwealth games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whee! The Commonwealth games are here in Melbourne! So exciting! Just saw the Singapore team. We're small compared to the rest (duh) - there are like 63 of us I think...but still, they will do us proud. The youngest competitor in the Commonwealth games is from Singapore...this 12 year old girl for table tennis. I wanted to go watch netball but all the games with Singapore inside are sold out! BAH. The other day we saw the England team training at our uni's sports stadium. Should have stayed longer to catch Singapore in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day when we were at the beach we saw the Malaysian cycling team (below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/malaysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The hilight of the whole show HAD to be Delta Goodrem singing. She has the most amazing voice of an angel that if you heard her sing you'd think you'd died and gone to heaven. And she looked so gorgeous! The symbol of perfection. Just that she's with that ex-Westlife dude. *screws up nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/20060316OCGoodrem2_TA.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Singapore go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114242182746660703?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114242182746660703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114242182746660703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114242182746660703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114242182746660703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/commonwealth-games.html' title='Commonwealth games'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114239481105714146</id><published>2006-03-15T14:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:53:38.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is amazingly accurate.&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/6651079-114239481105714146?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114239481105714146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114239481105714146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114239481105714146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114239481105714146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114239447925633820</id><published>2006-03-15T14:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:48:07.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e0eeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/jd.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're logical, driven, and ruthless.You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's fated after all.&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/6651079-114239447925633820?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114239447925633820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114239447925633820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114239447925633820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114239447925633820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/fate.html' title='fate'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114233282009930625</id><published>2006-03-14T21:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:29:56.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those nights again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of THOSE nights again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's one of those nights again. One of those nights when you're an emotional wreck and you can't describe exactly how you feel and why you feel that way but you just do and you can't stop it. And you can't concentrate on doing anything. And you feel frustrated. And you feel you need and want to talk to someone but don't know who to talk to and what to talk about. It's an internal struggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If only you could start life anew and do it right this time. If only you could turn back time. If only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All this daydreaming that would never happen. When will I wake up to reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing right here in front of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You only see the girl standing next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am invisible in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate being a shadow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It happens again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so tired, my heart aches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I allow it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm asking for this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so much easier just to walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so pathetic it sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why couldn't I be someone else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I be her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Amy: I'm sorry for what I said, truly. I know you were probably already upset today after a long day and I said what I said (about the suicide thing) without thinking, as usual. I should have been more sensitive. I'm really sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114233282009930625?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114233282009930625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114233282009930625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114233282009930625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114233282009930625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-of-those-nights-again.html' title='one of those nights again'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114222101967268436</id><published>2006-03-13T14:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:36:59.720+11:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sienness. It's the beginning of week 3 today. I'm already drowning in my reading. Just drowning in it. Picture it. Imagine it. It's pretty scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On top of that I already have an assignment due at the end of the month. WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing's been going on lately. The girls and I went to the beach on Sat morning and shopped the rest of the day. Sunday we went to play badminton for a grand total of 2 hours and are now aching all over. The weekend just flew by like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe I've been back for 2 weeks only. It feels like it's been ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My internet and phone will only be up tmr (HOPEFULLY). Feel damn deprived without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had many things to say before this...and suddenly my mind's a blank. Things come to me before I sleep and in the shower or whilst I'm daydreaming...then when I want to write them down I forget. Aihz. I had a series of weird dreams last night. Had a disturbed sleep. This is what happens when you read gossip mags before you sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling Taiwan-deprived. No drama serials for me to watch. No 5566 tv to watch. I'm having withdrawal symptoms. Nothing can make up for it. ArGH I wanna go home and watch wan quan yu le!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yawnz have to go to research on abortion laws now. Take care everybody! Look fwd and keep smiling!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114222101967268436?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114222101967268436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114222101967268436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114222101967268436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114222101967268436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114144271436812779</id><published>2006-03-04T14:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:25:14.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>GAO MENG AH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAO MENG AH!!!! (means "help me" in Canto)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aihz. The weekend is finally here. Had a great time out in the city yesterday with Mich and Syl. Nearly fainted when we got home. Had been on our feet for 10 hours. Shopping is VERY tiring. No more shopping till Easter!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am damn pissed with Iprimus. Everytime I try and reconnect my internet and phone line they screw it up. Every bloody time. I can't even begin to explain how inconvenient it is without internet and phone. I can't call home. I can't access my notes online. I can't access my email. I am VERY pissed. If they can't give me a valid explanation on Monday as to why they haven't hooked me up yet then I'm leaving. Had enough of this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easter is coming!! They're selling all the chocolate eggs already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Studying begins today. Wish us luck. A LOT of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114144271436812779?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114144271436812779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114144271436812779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114144271436812779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114144271436812779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/gao-meng-ah.html' title='GAO MENG AH!!!'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114119615610685442</id><published>2006-03-01T17:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:55:56.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid, stupid, stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid, Stupid, STUPID!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been trying for the past 2 hrs to read 40 pages of my Evidence textbook and it's not working. I'm not concentrating. I'm only at page 12. There are things I don't understand....like, why do they have to speak in round about sentences with flowery language when they can do it the straightfwd way??? I don't get it. I realise everytime I hit a boring spot or a spot I don't understand, I start thinking of things. Stupid things. Things that happened in the past. Things I wish would happen. Things that I regret doing. Things that I would like to do in future. Day-dreaming is my favourite past-time. And then it just carries me away and I'm lost in my thoughts. That's how time passes so fast. Even during lectures. When the lecturer starts droning on and on, I unconsciously lapse into a day-dreaming coma and nothing will go into my brain for the next few minutes until I hear "yes that was important so you need to take note of that" and then I'd snap out of my dream and scurry to ask a friend what the lecturer was talking about. Hiahz. What am I going to do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe that's the reason for my insomnia. Thinking too much. About stupid things. Aihz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114119615610685442?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114119615610685442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114119615610685442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114119615610685442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114119615610685442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='stupid, stupid, stupid'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114111127709644233</id><published>2006-02-28T18:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:21:17.110+11:00</updated><title type='text'>back in melb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back in Melb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yoyo I'm back! And all settled in already. Today back to uni again. Hasn't changed much. That's all I have to say. Made new friends and groaned over assignments. Property is the new Contract. ACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will update again soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the best to Peg, Grace, Eunice, Xiao Zhi and Shanta for your results tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114111127709644233?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114111127709644233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114111127709644233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114111127709644233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114111127709644233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-in-melb.html' title='back in melb'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114074824987299103</id><published>2006-02-24T13:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:30:49.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>courtesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtesy. Is there such a word in the Singaporean dictionary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish Singaporeans would be more courteous and generous. I can't say that ALL Singaporeans are NOT courteous in general. There are a few extremely helpful and nice people out there. But not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was on the MRT one morning. Every morning when the MRT door opens, I see people from the outside rush in as if their life depended on that train ride, obstructing the way of everyone who is trying their darnest to get out. Which makes this a two-way tussle and a lose-lose situation. If they'd ONLY TRY and just WAIT for the people from inside the MRT to get out FIRST, THEN go in, things would be much more plesant and efficient. BUT NO....we are well-known for our kiasu-ness. On the other hand yes, people who are on the inside of the train should make a quick exit. Some of them dilly-dally and by the time everyone gets out, the train door is about to shut. There must always be a two-way balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was saying, that particular morning I saw 2 incidents which left me disgusted. One was when this young lady was on the verge of collapse and clearly needed help. But no one lifted a finger to help her. Or help me. Who was trying to help her. You see, as this lady was exiting the MRT door, she stopped and grabbed me on the shoulder. I got a shock and wondered what on earth was happening. Then I realised that she was in a daze. Her eyes were blinking rapidly and she was not responding to my questions. I tried to help her out the door but she was hanging onto me for dear life. Then she stopped between the doors and it was about to SHUT!!! So I quickly pulled her back into the MRT. Which was when she slumped to the ground. I tried to hold her up whilst looking around for help. Suddenly the ceiling looked so interesting. Everyone was staring at it and I was not able to catch their eye or ask for help. Frustrated, I asked a lady from the nearest seat if she could please let this other lady have the seat because she was not feeling well. She obliged very politely and that's where I left her. Whatever happened next I have no idea because I got out of the MRT and left for work. I wish someone could have helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The very same morning before this incident, a very pregnant lady stepped into the MRT and stood right in front of another lady who looked very normal and was taking up the seat. The lady who was sitting down refused to budge. The pregnant lady stood throughout the entire journey. This is where I felt that I should have said something but I didn't. Because I was afraid that the pregnant woman would feel embarrassed. Silly me. I should have said something. The last time I got up for an elderly lady to sit down, she asked her grandchild to sit down instead!! That's why I never sit on MRTs. It just makes things easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more thing: What is up with people who are trying to get a taxi on the road and other people who come later than you, move further down the road and get the taxi first?! WHAT THE HELL?! I was already late and needed a taxi fast. And noooooo....people just kept coming and going further down the road so that they would flag the oncoming cabs first. I didn't want to yell and kick up a fuss so I just had to wait my turn. It's just so disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What kind of a society are we turning into? Kiasu-ness and selfishness are taking over us. We need to do something about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114074824987299103?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114074824987299103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114074824987299103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114074824987299103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114074824987299103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/courtesy.html' title='courtesy'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114061481526001146</id><published>2006-02-23T00:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:26:55.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>phew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the first time I got all of my timetable selections except one. This dumb tute which has only 2 classes: 5:30pm and 7pm. I obviously selected the 5:30pm one (which is already crap as it is) but as usual, EVERY FREAKING BODY also selected that and I got booted to the 7pm one. I just have to go to the 5:30pm one illegally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the end of my attachment at A&amp;G. Good times. Can't believe it's only been 1.5 weeks. Haha they gave me their landyard with the company name on it as a souvenir. Hiahz. Gonna miss the great people there really badly. Shanta, Yong Seng, Nick, William, Colin, Cheng Hock, Jessica, Bernice, Ashok, Vikrum etc etc etc. Thanks so much for the great experience that you gave me in this short duration. I will definitely be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've learnt so much. The best thing is that a lot of it will be relevant to what I'm going to study this sem. Thank God I did the attachments. If not I would not have a CLUE of what was REALLY going on. It all looks glamourous but behind it all ALOT of work goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okies, wun bore u pple with my work experience anymore. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114061481526001146?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114061481526001146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114061481526001146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114061481526001146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114061481526001146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/phew.html' title='phew'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114052974347954856</id><published>2006-02-22T00:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:09:36.003+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm supposed to check out how my timetable is this sem but I can't cuz the server is experiencing heavy load. Damn. I shud have checked it early this morning but I had to go to work. Damn. Now I'm gonna get a crap timetable I just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2mr is my last day at work. It has been fun. But freaking tiring. I've been in the high court for 2 whole days since yesterday. Tmr one more day. There's been this huge bank case and it's going on for the next 3 weeks. So exciting. I got to see 3 of the best lawyers in Singapore fight it out. The judge is super funny. He makes the lawyers look meek. Tmr is the cross-examination of witnesses. Going to be even more exciting. Woohoo!! I'm actually sad to leave the company. Gonna miss some of the people there. I thought that lawyers (esp the big shot ones) were snooty. Boy was I wrong. Most of the ones I've met are damn nice. Only one I've met was a little...er...mood swing kindda person. But other than that, they are all major nice. One of the senior counsels came up to me and shook my hand and asked for my name. ME!!! A SMALL FRY. The bottom of the food chain. I thought that nobody would even bother. But they all smile and say hi whenever they see me. So nice. :) You should see the amount of paperwork they have. Stacks and stacks of it. It filled the whole courtroom. And even piled up higher than me. My friend saw it and whispered to me that law firms are the biggest killers of trees. I think so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I got to drive! Haha...mother suddenly let me drive to NTU. Then I drove home today too. It's quite ok. Feels natural. Doesn't feel as if I haven't drive in ages. And the Lexus is such a smooth rider. I'm gonna get me one. Muahhhahaha...Though it's slightly too big. I nearly crashed into my house gate though. Mother had to come and take over lol. Think she got another heart attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oohh there's this new Taiwanese singer called A Lin. Dun ask me what kind of name is that. But she's really good. Like this powerhouse. She looks like Joey Yong haha. I'm surprised with these new singers. They are actually quality singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going back to Melb soon. Another sem of work. DUN WANT!!! Pooey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dun understand how come some people have gou yan themselves and still want to kan ren di. hiahz. These kind of people really wu ke jiu yao. They have a huge log in their own eye that they can't see but they can still see the speck of dirt in other people's eyes. Tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gtg sleep. Damn freaking tired. Try sitting still listening to 5 hrs a day of old men fighting a boring case haha. Happy 18th birthday to my brudder!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114052974347954856?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114052974347954856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114052974347954856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114052974347954856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114052974347954856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-114000562084968180</id><published>2006-02-15T23:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:13:40.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncertainty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I change my mind abt the lawyer thing. Or maybe it's just the lawyers in the current firm. Totally NOT droolworthy. And the male pupils (you know after law school you have to go through pupilage before you become a lawyer) are like gross. They are either gay-ish or totally boring. And OLD. Aihz. The other firm had better ones. Totally depressing. Totally boring. Totally uninspiring. Totally unmotivational. Totally sien diaoz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I had no work. I sat at my desk from 9am to 5pm staring into space whilst everyone else was busy. I was so bored I went to have a chat with the coffee auntie. If I had known I wouldn't have gone to work today and stayed at home to sleep instead. *yawnz*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gtg watch tv. Then sleep. The weekend is coming soon. SOON. Muahhahaha...UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-114000562084968180?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/114000562084968180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=114000562084968180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114000562084968180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/114000562084968180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113984917874121947</id><published>2006-02-14T03:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:46:18.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SO...FREAKING...TIRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO...FREAKING...TIRED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have u gotten to that point when no matter how much you sleep, it doesn't matter because when you get up you still feel tired anyway?? *points 2 me* I've been feeling that way recently. Wonder if it's because of my 9am to 6pm job. Waking up is such a chore nowadays. Especially when your body refuses to change it's programmed time of sleeping no earlier than 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First day of the new firm was good. It's a huge and gorgeous building with views overlooking the esplanade and the whole of the Singapore river. Splendid. I miss some people at the last firm though. Even though it was only for a short period of time, some people there made me feel so welcome. And I was so grateful for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 more days till flying back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting back into the studying groove will be harder than waking up early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The world is real small. As I told Amy, the intern I'm sitting next to is her friend. We can now gossip abt her *sniggers*. And she even knows Carrie (Syl's friend). And the 2 people who used to sit at my current desk are studying law in Monash and are friends of Cheryl. Creepy how we're all linked eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to bed. Tomorrow's only Tuesday. End of the week please come soon. *prays hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*SNORE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!! *MUAKZ*!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113984917874121947?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113984917874121947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113984917874121947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113984917874121947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113984917874121947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/sofreakingtired.html' title='SO...FREAKING...TIRED'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113967600766839226</id><published>2006-02-12T03:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:05:04.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolutely divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Alex Li Gang Ling (Taiwanese) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/gangling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and Kaira Gong Si Jia (Singaporean). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/sijia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These 2 newcomers have talent and loads of it. They sing so damn well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113967600766839226?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113967600766839226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113967600766839226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113967600766839226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113967600766839226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/absolutely-divine.html' title='Absolutely divine'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113958972275888264</id><published>2006-02-11T02:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T04:28:51.576+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TGITW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGITW - Thank God It's The Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have never been so thankful for the weekend to come. I'm done with my first internship! Whoopee!!! TIME TO REST. It was short but memorable. On to the next one next week!!! *cross fingers that it would be better*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One order of cute male lawyers in the next one please. Male lawyers are so totally droolworthy. The right ones of course (Peg I KNOW who u are thinking of *rolls eyeballs*). They exude this air of confidence that is so charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if nothing, at least this coming one I'm being paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so tired. Then again, who isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yea. Slacker people like Michio and Chandra *sticks tongue out at them* (stop threatening to cut mah tongue off Mich). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amy you poor soul. I totally sympathise with you. More fun when we get back I promise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 more weeks and it's back to uni. 4th year. Time flies. I'm kindda looking fwd to it. Then again, I'm looking even more fwd to the Easter hols *sniggers*. And then June hols, and then Sep hols and then end of the year hols. Whee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope this year brings with it new challenges. New attitude. New perspectives. This year is going to be a forward looking one. This year will be different. I can feel it. This year I'm going to devote my time to my God and my studies - no more play play cuz last 2 years are the most impt!!! (although I always say that but get distracted afterwards). This year will be a year devoted to MYSELF. To do what I WANT. What I LIKE. (as if I'm not already but who cares). This year no more BULL SHIT from people. NO means NO. *pumps fist in the air like Amy* After this internship I realised how much I'm slacking - how incompetent I am and how much I don't know. Aihz. It sucks to feel that way. *knocks brain for it to wake up from slumber* It's really scary. But then, it's never too late too wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time's-a-ticking. Hols are gonna be over soon. Another semester of tests, exams, work, essays, assignments, lectures, tutes etc. On the other hand - steamboats, shopping, chilling in front of the tv, karaokeing in private, badminton, toking crap late into the night and lots of other fun things in store for us. You can change your whole life if you just change your attitude towards it. It seems hard at first but I guess you could try. Nothing to lose right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This semester is also going to be a treasured one. Why do I say that? Cuz it's Michy's last sem!!! So the end of the sem will be a really sad one. Then again it's good for her since she can find a job and go back and work already!! Then we will all attend her graduation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Btw Peg and I both passed our basic theory (if we didn't that would be embarrassing). So yay! Gonna convert my licence to a full Singapore one next week! Not that I can drive. (come to think abt it, I duno why I wanted to drive because now it feels so much better to be driven around). But that just means that I wun have to bother abt licence-related things forever (unlike Peg who still has to sit for the advance theory and practical). Good luck Prags!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juice, when am I going to see you again??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok shall stop toking and go to sleep *yawnz*. Damn tired. Btw Amy, any new people we can recruit into our clique this sem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you again to all my friends who have been my pillar of support these few years. Without you "MACHIs" I would be...friendless *snorts like Amy*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheers to a great semester ahead!! *MUAKZ* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113958972275888264?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113958972275888264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113958972275888264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113958972275888264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113958972275888264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/tgitw.html' title='TGITW'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113911342828320409</id><published>2006-02-05T15:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:27:56.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is looming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday is looming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After years of slacking, the dreaded sentence is back again, "It's MONDAY tomorrow!!!". Another 5 days of work. IN A ROW. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I called up my mom's friend's husband who's this smart ass lawyer. He answered all my questions (and even provided books that I could look up) from the top of his head. Genius. If I had known, I would have asked him earlier. Dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another 19 days before I fly back to Melbourne. Time passes pretty fast (but not when you are working). My 3 mths of hols are slowly slipping away. Double dang. And then at the end of next year, I will be back for good. That feels weird. It's been 4.5 years and this while I've been having 2 places to go to. Then suddenly when everything is over and done with...I lose one. It's just weird lah. I mean, it's good to be home for good but then when you think abt it, there's nowhere to look fwd to going when you want your private time and space (Although my mom said once I start working she'll buy me a flat and boot me out of the house). When you live by yourself, you can do what you want when you want. Like I can sleep till 4pm and nobody cares (besides Mich who will yell at me, but who cares abt that LOL). If I sleep till 4pm here, my parents will totally kick my ass. And then I will have to listen to a whole lot of, "I feed you until 21 already, still hao chi lan zuo, never earn money, never do anything. Just slack around the whole day! Never even bother to read and enrich your mind! Never help around the house! Just know how to spend my money!" yadayadayadayada....that sort of crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night Peg and I met an old woman. She was asking for directions. And then told this whole long story that she hadn't had anything to eat all day. And that she needed to go to Changi to see her husband in hospital. And that she hurt her leg. And that she lost her bus card. And then asked for money. Peg said we were conned. To be honest, I'd rather give her money than give that guy from NKF who had gold taps in his bathroom. What's his name again? I can never remember his name. Not that it matters, really. Because whenever I think of him, he'll just be known to me as the "guy from NKF who had gold taps in his bathroom". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I saw this woman on "qian xian zui zhong" (some Chinese news show). I think she loves her dog more than she loves anything in the world, including herself. Because of her dog, she moved from a HDB flat to a condo. Then because of the expensive maintainence of it, she owed loansharks $$ and then became broke and had to live on the streets. Now she's living at a flight of stairs (you know when you have 2 flights of stairs and you need a connector landing? yea she's living at the landing of the stairs). She and her dog just sleep under an umbrella on a straw mat. And she cut her hair short and made herself look like a man so that no one would bother her. And then she cooks soupy noodles with chicken everyday for her meals and she gives the dog the meat whilst she eats the noodles and chicken skin and soup. *stares in disbelief* I dun understand how someone can love their dog more than their family. Oh maybe yes. Since sometimes family members can even betray each other for money. A dog will never want your money. Just your love. And food of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok sorry for rambling. Need to go for lunch now. Check you guys out laterz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113911342828320409?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113911342828320409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113911342828320409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113911342828320409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113911342828320409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday-is-looming.html' title='Monday is looming'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113889844109463009</id><published>2006-02-03T03:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T03:55:30.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>chinked out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chinked-out...and bloody tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd Feb 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whee~I'm using super fast internet today cuz some dumbo in the vacinity has got wireless internet!! And my mom has a new laptop so it's damn nice to use...I love Dell computers. They are so user friendly. Simple yet good. Like Nokia phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been 2 days at work...and I'm so damn tired. Haven't been sleeping well for the past few days. Dang. No idea why. I think it's cuz I'm too used to sleeping late nights and waking up late as well...so now my body can't sleep early and yet I'm forced to wake up early. Hiahz. The experience at D&amp;N so far has been pretty good. It's been mundane but yet I daresay I've learnt a lot. There's so much research to be done. I stare at the computer for hours on end just searching for 1 single thing. But research is the best way to learn. You read and understand and look for the answers. In the process you remember the things you have read and can use them next time. Very useful. The worst part about it is probably reading the cases. We have to read the entire freaking case including judgments which can sometimes be hundreds of pages long. And they expect us to remember everything and understand everything. Boooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my mentor. He has infinite brain capacity. You can tell by just talking to him. He can type up a whole document for his client from scratch from memory in just 2 mins. When I took like a whole day. In fact, all the lawyers there are smart asses. So stressful to work for such people. Been helping him and another lawyer with some divorce cases. People nowadays are so rich. Little bit also get divorced. It's so expensive to get married, and even more expensive and not to mention so much hassle to get divorced. No wonder lawyers are rich. I saw all the bills for the consulation fees and nearly fainted. I wonder why people even bother getting married. But lawyers work hard for their money. I'm supposed to leave at 5:30pm everyday but I leave at 6pm cuz I want to finish as much as possible before I go home (they won't let me bring work home to do!!!). At 6pm, everybody is still working as if there's no tomorrow. I felt so bad to leave - then this girl who just started working there saw me and said, "Run as far as you can!! I have to stay back for a long time more but you run whilst you still can!!". Sad case man. I wonder if they have a life besides an office one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "I not stupid too" yesterday. It's a good show. I was surprised. It's funny yet sad at the same time. It was full house yesterday somemore, despite the not-so-good reviews in the papers. I bet it would touch many Singaporean hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th Feb 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just managed to continue this after my mom snatched the computer away from me yesterday. Today was major tiring. TGIF man!!! I spent the whole day in the library amidst thousands of books researching the damn law. Still couldn't find what my mentor wants. I.AM.SO.DEAD. ARGH!!! Frustration to the highest degree. I can't wait to leave this company and start the other one already. Actually I can't wait to go back to uni. Uni life is the best man. If only I could study forever. Best if I can slack forever. But that's never gonna happen. I'm not Donald Trump's daughter. Even she can't slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My eyes are closing and I still have tons of research to do online. HELP ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113889844109463009?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113889844109463009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113889844109463009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113889844109463009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113889844109463009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinked-out.html' title='chinked out'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113872886113559080</id><published>2006-02-01T04:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T04:34:21.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>can't sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't sleep!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 1:23am and I can't sleep. Maybe it's the coffee I drank during dinner. Maybe it's too hot. My air-con is not working properly. Maybe it's cuz of the bug in my room. I can't find it but I can hear it buzzing around. And it sounds big. I tried to cover my whole body with my blanket in order to protect myself from it but it got even hotter. Maybe it's cuz in 6.5 hrs I will be leaving the house for the beginning of my internship. I am totally freaked out. TOTALLY. Yes. That must be it. I don't know what to expect. I hate that. I'm just crossing my fingers that everything will be all right *&lt;em&gt;prays very hard&lt;/em&gt;*. I haven't even stepped into the office and I'm already intimidated. Useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sighz*. This is bad. I hate it when I can't sleep and I NEED to sleep cuz I have important stuff to do the next day. *double sighz*. SAVE ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113872886113559080?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113872886113559080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113872886113559080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113872886113559080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113872886113559080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/02/cant-sleep.html' title='can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113815760395229641</id><published>2006-01-25T13:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:53:23.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally got my internships. Both of them too. D&amp;N first for 2 weeks then A&amp;amp;G for the remaining 2 weeks I have left in Singapore. So stupid. When I was free, no one wanted me. Then now when I have only a mth left in Singapore they call me at the same time. Pooey. Better than nothing I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For some strange reason my temper is getting shorter and shorter (no corny jokes here please Amy). I snap at the slightest thing that people say which irritate me. I've been using "shut up", "eat shit" and "idiot" frequently. PMS? Don't know. This year my horoscope predicts that I will offend people with the things I say. Dang. Can't help it. I am surrounded by idiots. Who say the stupidest things. One day I will chop their tongues out before mine. If I could I would get a voodoo doll and curse the people I hate till they die. YOU just wait. YOU KNOW WHO you are. You are going to get it from me if you go too far. I will not spare anyone this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta go buy stuff for my party tonight. Cheers to a great Chinese New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113815760395229641?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113815760395229641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113815760395229641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113815760395229641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113815760395229641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113798249562897033</id><published>2006-01-23T13:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:14:55.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am surrounded by idiots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113798249562897033?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113798249562897033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113798249562897033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113798249562897033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113798249562897033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/01/idiots.html' title='idiots'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113772844651280789</id><published>2006-01-20T14:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:13:30.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BIG THANK YOU TO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PEG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YUAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EUNICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;XIAO ZHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FOR THROWING ME THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST PARTY OF MY LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(can you believe it???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am too trusting. I should never believe everything my friends say. And I should never lend my sister my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked into the restaurant thinking that only 5 of us were having dinner together, out walked Amy, Syl and Eunice. My first reaction was not to be shocked. I was really happy. And touched too because I knew Syl was busy studying but she still took time off to come down. All the while I was feeling guilty that Amy and Syl would not be able to join us for dinner. I always am apprehensive about mixing my friends because I have different groups of friends and I don't want people to feel left out. Because I know I would feel extremely uncomfortable in that situation. But yesterday I had all my good friends together, and it felt wonderful. Even if we didn't do anything but sit and talk, it would feel great because everyone was getting on well (aiyah of cos lah, the friends I choose to keep are all alike in one way or the other). Anyway, Juice and Peg managed to get Amy and Syl's number because they asked my sister to borrow my handphone. I should have put Amy's name as "pigbrain" or something so my sister wouldn't know who's number it was. Sneaky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while in Aus I've been planning birthdays for people. Until the point I thought: If only someone could do this for me (so you all know what to do every year from now ah!). Thank you for the great time we had last night (even though it was only 2 hours). Thank you for being part of my life. Thank you for the dinner (though the food could have been better) and the cake (this was the best part of the food section) and the present (you shouldn't have) and the photo collage (all my unglam pics!!!) and the card from Amy and Syl and the very creative msg from Juice and Peg. Thank you Amy for the CD (I LOVE WANG LI HONG!!) and honey (I know I'm your honey but it smells funny - and what am I going to do with it??). Aiyah we should have played some games together. Nvm. Next time. Thank you to Juice and Peg especially for making everything possible (even though yesterday was not my real birthday). But I really appreciated it. The only person missing was Michy (you couldn't even come down to Singapore?!?! Nvm, we'll celebrate again in Melb since you missed Amy's bday, mine and Syl's!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks all for an AWESOME night!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~People walk in and out of your life. But only TRUE friends leave footprints in your heart. People say that in life, if you make 1 true friend you are lucky. 2 true friends you are fantastic. 5 true friends is a miracle. But I have more than 10 sets of footprints in my heart. I must be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113772844651280789?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113772844651280789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113772844651280789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113772844651280789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113772844651280789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/01/bday.html' title='bday'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113730111051402315</id><published>2006-01-15T15:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T16:03:28.736+11:00</updated><title type='text'>21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hulo everybody! Yeayea, I know I'm gonna be 21 soon, so here's some helpful tips IF you were going to get me anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. NO clothes - I don't like it when people give me clothes because most of the time they don't know what I like. So I end up not wearing them. So don't waste your money here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. NO wallet - I know that some of you think I need a new wallet but this is something that's very personal to me that I would like to get myself. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. NO accessories unless they are silver - I only wear silver or white gold most of the time - In the first place I hardly wear accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. NO girly stuff - like makeup or what not. Fragrances are ok. Other than that, I don't use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. NO books - I don't like to read, and if I do see a book I like I will buy it. But at the moment, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't know what to get me, just send me a card and write lots of nonsense in it! I keep ALL my cards (unless there are special circumstances) and I like receiving them, esp. by post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks guys, have a happy lunar new year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113730111051402315?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113730111051402315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113730111051402315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113730111051402315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113730111051402315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/01/21st.html' title='21st'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113687227005321266</id><published>2006-01-10T16:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:51:10.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures from Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helloo everybodeee!!! These are some pics that we took in Japan. These are all the scenery ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Mt Fuji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/mtfuji.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Osaka Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/osakacastle.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't the snow simply gorgeous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/snow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/snow1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my favourite picture - Looks like you stepped into Heaven eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/snow2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/snow3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Locate the temple within the forest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/temple.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom was crazy abt the many red trees there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/tree.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frozen waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/waterfall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/waterfall1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6651079-113687227005321266?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113687227005321266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113687227005321266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113687227005321266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113687227005321266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2006/01/japan-pictures.html' title='Japan pictures'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113601340774103301</id><published>2005-12-31T17:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:25:37.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry pple. This is a short blog to say SORRY FOR MIA-ING!!! Argh. You know lah...I dun really like to blog when I come back home cuz the laptop is not my own (not used to it) and I have pics to show but it's too troublesome to shrink it then post it on another webpage before I get the url code to stick it in here. Besides, my internet is freaking slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho this is going to be a brief update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Japan: It was fun. We got to see snow (the REAL stuff)!! When I say real, I mean not ice. I mean real, flaky snow. Snow that when it falls and when you catch it in your hand you can see every tiny pattern of snow flake there is. Now THAT is really snow. It was snowing pretty heavily cuz it got quite deep. It was like heaven on earth. Gorgeous. Needless to say, everything was expensive. A meal of just noodles will cost you at least S$15. And the food was so-so. The thing abt Jap food is that there are certain things which are nice. Which is their ramen, udon, sushi, tempura etc. Then there are other things which are not so nice. For example, they HAVE to have rice for 3 meals. For lunch and dinner they have rice AND noodles. And they occasionally gave us meat. 3 slices of pork sliced so thinly that i could see through it. They hardly eat meat actually. More seafood. They are very healthy as well. They also love to eat pickles. Pickles in every shape, color, taste and size. I hate them. Taste funny. And they are crazy abt mochi. I dun like that either. But I enjoyed this trip so much more than the China one last year cuz everyone on the tour was nice. And they were always on time, never late. We ended up waiting half an hr each time for the China tour people because they were so inconsiderate and always shopping their heads off. Besides, Japan was clean *haha*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KL: That was the usual lah. Visit relatives. Enjoyed myself playing with all my nieces and nephews. Boy they just pop them out like no one's business! Sat the coach there and back. Not bad, it was like an airplane. They had toilets inside, comfy big massage chairs, personal LCD screen and even meals provided muahahha. And it was only $35 per trip I think. Or less. Hmm. Quite good. Never expected to meet Jeremy at the causeway. And I was like half asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than that: I have just been slacking around as usual. I LOVE NARNIA!!! The lead actor is hot. William something. Muahhaha. It was funny. The beavers were hilarious. The lion (Aslan) reminded me of Dumbledore. The all-wise and mighty ruler. New year is coming!!! Happy 2006 everybody! It's a fresh start, new beginning. Forget how horrible 2005 was!!! WELCOME IN THE DOG YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5566 concert: I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!! My word...That was prob the best time I had in 2005. It was 3.5 hrs of rocking fun and entertainment!!! I have so much more respect for them now cuz they danced and sang LIVE (so there all u idiots who say they can't sing) for the whole show. And I saw them so clearly cuz we were the 2nd block from the front. SO FUN SO FUN!!! Hiahz...I LOVE THEM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh dear. I thought this was going to be a brief update but oh well. I've said most of what I wanted to say. So cheers and be merry everybody!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till a very long next time...BYE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113601340774103301?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113601340774103301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113601340774103301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113601340774103301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113601340774103301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry!!'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113344759055022830</id><published>2005-12-02T01:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:33:10.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'>B4 21 plan complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B4 21 plan complete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have officially graduated from my Arts degree. My B4 21 plan is complete. Any ideas for B4 22 plan? (NO bungee jumping or parachuting ok Amy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Amy and Syl for an awesome 2 days. Enjoy urself in Cambodia Amy! And Syl, enjoy stoning *lol*. Mich you no need to worry cuz u going to have company soon muahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am damn full. Anybody who's going on a diet should NEVER go out with Amy Cheong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won't be back for a long time. Dun miss me!!! *waves frantically* BYeeeeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113344759055022830?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113344759055022830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113344759055022830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113344759055022830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113344759055022830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/12/b4-21-plan-complete.html' title='B4 21 plan complete'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113323974716778316</id><published>2005-11-29T15:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:49:07.180+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potty 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potty 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only have one thing to say about this movie: SHIOK!!! It's really good. The effects were fantastic and I really enjoyed the whole thing overall. The suspense was amazing. You even jump in terror a few times. I was even doing the Amy thing (where she thumps both legs on the ground and yells in a kancheong voice, "quickerly! quickerly!!!" Yah it was pretty exciting. Though it was too short (2.5hrs)...I feel like I could sit there and watch it forever. Too bad Cedric died though (I cried at this part haha - too bad didn't watch it with Amy). He was pretty good looking. Of course not as good looking as Oliver Wood. But ok. Cho Chang was all right (she's quite pretty) but she had this funny accent (Scottish I reckon) and she appeared for a total of a min in the movie. It was much better than the 3rd movie I reckon. And wassup with this new Dumbledore? He talks as if he's rushing to get reincarnated...I prefer the old one. Too bad he died. Harry is getting better looking and Ron is just er xin. Harry should get together with Hermione. Their names even match *sniggers*. Anyway it was a great movie - I want to watch it again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contrasted it with Prime, which I watched with my sister yesterday. That was boring mate. There were a few laughs here and there but on the whole, *snore*. As my sister said, there's really no plot in the story. And they didn't even end up together in the end despite the numerous break-ups and get-back-togethers. The only redeeming factor is the hot lead actor. But I don't even know his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's about all for the moment. Looking forward to Japan and KL. Cheers to all and enjoy your hols!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113323974716778316?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113323974716778316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113323974716778316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113323974716778316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113323974716778316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potty-4.html' title='Harry Potty 4'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113290360769380162</id><published>2005-11-25T17:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:54:48.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'>buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buffet crisis - cronic indigestion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, in Chinese it's called "bu fei", which means "wun get fat". Yeah right. Juice, Peg and I gorged ourselves till we nearly died yesterday at Miranmar Hotel (however you spell it). And there is no other word more apt to describe it than gorge. We sat there from 11:30am to 2:30pm just eating. We could hardly get up after that. It was terrible. I'm never doing it again (yea right). But for $14 each we polished off more than 30 plates of dim sum. It was not bad. Some of the food was good but some were not as good. On the whole for that price, it was not bad. Then we went back to Juice's house to play mahjong. The tai tai lifestyle doesn't suit me very much. I went back and couldn't eat anything until an hour ago. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to Japan soon. Followed by KL the day after I come back from Japan. My parents are going to Bangkok straight after we come back from KL. The 3 of us (kids) decided we CMI. By then I think we'd be so tired we won't be able to move. Who in their right mind goes to 3 countries in the span of 10 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so tired. From doing nothing. Should really go do SOMETHING. Neh. Will just wait and rot until next Saturday comes. :D This is the life man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much to say anymore. Will blog more soon. Can't wait for 5566's concert!!! Take care everyone! Enjoy what's left of the hols!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps: Mich this site is for you: &lt;a href="http://www.bored.com"&gt;www.bored.com&lt;/a&gt; - full of boring things for you to do!!! Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113290360769380162?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113290360769380162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113290360769380162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113290360769380162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113290360769380162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/buffet.html' title='buffet'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113256347740023211</id><published>2005-11-21T17:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:57:57.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hashbrown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the new name of my puppy. Hash for short. Got him yesterday. He is officially 6 weeks old of today. He's about 30cm long and brown. Gorgeous short silky fur. Got him from my mom's friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey don't look at me. I didn't name him. His mom had 3 kids. Hashbrown, Mash and Wedge. What do they remind you of? Yes. Their mom's name was Potato. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly I've become popular with my friends. Everyone wants to come over to see him and not me. HMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's adorable. Adorably naughty. Aside from the fact that he pees and excretes everywhere, he's a dear. If you're sitting down he'll crawl into your lap and snooze. He loves to be hugged and stroked. He loves it when my sister scratches his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He kindda stinks. Doggy smell you know. But I didn't know it'll be this strong. Guess I will have to get used to it. Can only bathe him once a week. Dang. Michelle, please ask Frank/Ai Xiu for me how they keep Scruffy odour free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's at the teething stage so he loves to chew my toes. Lucky he doesn't have big teeth yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He sleeps most of the day but is awake all night, just like a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can you tell he's my sorta dog? He loves to eat, sleep and hates drinking water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pictures will be out soon. Patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113256347740023211?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113256347740023211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113256347740023211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113256347740023211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113256347740023211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/hash.html' title='Hash'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113231822425268161</id><published>2005-11-18T23:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:50:24.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>daily scoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The daily scoop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember the ice cream stall I was telling you guys about? Well yes, it's just outside my place…around 5 mins walk from it. It just opened last year and it's really popular. The ice cream tastes great and they have unique flavours. The owner is nice too. Next time I'll bring you people there for ice cream. Syl, I have a funny feeling you'd want to work there. Check it out at: http://www.thedailyscoop.com.sg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113231822425268161?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113231822425268161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113231822425268161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113231822425268161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113231822425268161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/daily-scoop.html' title='daily scoop'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113213857677190474</id><published>2005-11-16T21:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:57:15.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>jap name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok Michy I finally managed to open it. What a weird name. Lucky I'm not Japanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;吉国 Yoshikuni (good fortune country) 千秋 Chiaki (very fine in autumn)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6651079-113213857677190474?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113213857677190474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113213857677190474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113213857677190474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113213857677190474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/jap-name.html' title='jap name'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113196638031937453</id><published>2005-11-14T22:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:43:58.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss Melbourne - to my dear friends Michy &amp; Ams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to see "Just like Heaven" with my sister today. It was a good movie. Why? I love Mark Ruffalo or however you spell his name. He's darn cute. Not looks cute but cute, cute. Nvm. Anyway, it was darn hot. I felt so sticky and uncomfortable and you know what happens when I get sticky and uncomfortable. I get grouchy. UH HUH. Then your hair sticks all over your neck and you feel like chopping it all off. I miss Melbourne weather. And Melbourne cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes Amy, there's no pleasing me. I always find something to complain about. It's in my nature. I'm a perfectionist with OCD. I can't help that. Remember my knitting? *lol* I won't even go there. It's stagnant at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was jogging Michy? Your body still aching? You were the one who said that you needed to exercise. *muahahha* So how many rounds did you all do? Sorry I'm replying this way. I hate writing emails for some strange reason. Coolios, you guys went for pottery classes! Did you all sing the "Ghost" theme song?! *buahhahahah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I just realised that not only Syl has ice-cream in the freezer, so have I. Please knock yourselves out. How come you people so bored man. There are so many things to do. Read, go shopping, knit, watch movies, Despo hsewives, Grey's and House, tv, EAT…how can you people be bored?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Dimuthu fella. Next time you people see him give him a good twacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michy I forgot to ask you for another favor. If you did go to uni again could you just ask the info desk if my wallet is there? Thanks heaps. Dun forget the photos Amy! And my cards turn up yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy - All the best for your last exam. You'll be fine. I thought you were busy studying for your sub-paper. Still got time to be bored ah? (though I'm sure you won't need to sit for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, what I miss most about Melbourne is not the weather (then again, maybe it is). It's not the cinemas. It's not the fact that I have a huge room all to myself with everything inside. It's the people. It's my hostel mates. They are the greatest. Thanks Mich, Amy &amp;amp; Syl. Life wouldn't be complete without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113196638031937453?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113196638031937453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113196638031937453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113196638031937453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113196638031937453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-miss-melbourne.html' title='i miss melbourne'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113186963751396250</id><published>2005-11-13T19:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:13:57.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home sweet home - but freaking hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a crap weekend. I shall not elaborate much but the trip back was pretty crap. We had crap seats. They put us in the middle row and I was sitting next to some ang moh girl. Fortunately she was ok. Was wedged in-between 2 kids. One who kept kicking my chair from the back and one in front who put the seat down so low there was hardly any distance between the LCD screen and my face. The pilots flew too slowly and arrived only in 7.5 hrs. It's usually 7. When I arrived at the airport I couldn't find my family. Panicked and ran out to the information desk and made 2 calls. Both my brother and mother did not answer their phones. Was something wrong? Apparently they didn't hear me. Syl had to change money to get me coins to use the public phone when I finally spotted them. Then we went back and when I just stepped into the house there was a call from the airport saying me and another girl took the wrong luggage and I had to go back to exchange it. That girl took my bag and went all the way from the airport back to JB before she discovered it. Our bags were so similar you wouldn't believe it. Just that mine had an extra green ribbon and a different lock. The stupidest thing is that she still took it. Zhen dao mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's freaking hot here. I'm melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my favourite carrot cake last night and satay whilst watching my mom's school's angklong ensemble perform at lau par sat. Had dim sum from Crystal Jade today. Going to watch "Just like heaven" with my sister tomorrow at Bugis and have sushi. This is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to KL soon. Whooopee! But it's gonna be hotter. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113186963751396250?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113186963751396250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113186963751396250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113186963751396250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113186963751396250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/freaking-hot.html' title='Freaking hot'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113163179008115144</id><published>2005-11-11T01:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:09:50.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT happens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I want to stab myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep saying "if only I had..." when it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have so many regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say that if you have regrets, it means you haven't learnt anything from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I beg to differ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It just means you are reflecting on your past and stabbing yourself for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes you would love to move on but you can't. Your mind doesn't allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I could turn back time and make everything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I can't and that frustrates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say "that would make you learn from your mistakes". It doesn't help. That's not my silver lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say "you can't do anything about it anyway. Just move on." Easier said than done. It's because you can't do anything about it that hurts the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I understand why people love to have control of the situation. Because with control comes power and anything you want goes your way instead of you being pushed where the tide takes you, even if you don't like where you're going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say "don't think about it already, it won't help." Easier said than done. I would love to stop thinking but my mind control's my heart and emotions. I wish I was the kind of person who could let things go easily. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish the world would end soon so that I don't have to feel so much pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone's been cursing me. I've been down on my luck this whole year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God where are you? Can you hear me? Help!! *waves hand in the air*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going back tomorrow. Even that's not a silver enough lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113163179008115144?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113163179008115144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113163179008115144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113163179008115144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113163179008115144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/shit-happens.html' title='shit happens'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113131625669188102</id><published>2005-11-07T09:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:33:02.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 9:15am. I dragged myself out of bed cursing and swearing. What am I doing awake? I should be in bed sleeping till the afternoon. Was supposed to go out with Mich today but she's not feeling well, poor thing. That's why I'm up so early. If she had called me 15mins earlier I would have gone back to sleep. But once I bathe there's no way I'm getting back into bed. It's just a quirk of mine (Michy I do not blame you at all). I believe this is God's way of telling me to get up and do something. Do what? *shrugs* It's crap because now that exams are over I sleep later, because there's really no reason to sleep at all. I have no work to do. I'm not tired. All I do is knit and have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am exhausted though, from the exams but even that isn't enough to get me sleeping. This is painfully ironic. Now that I have the time, I don't have to study for exams. That's life eh. Moreover, it's too freaking hot to sleep now. I keep waking up in the middle of the night because I'm tossing and turning from the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another few days before I go back. Then I fly away for the whole of December. Then I start working from Jan till I go back I expect. Some hols eh. Before I know it it'll be 2006 first sem again and the whole freaking cycle repeats itself. 4th year. I'm getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knitting is a painful thing. It requires a lot, let me tell you, A LOT of patience and concentration. It is far, far worse than cross stitch. Either that or it's because I haven't learnt how to knit properly, that's why there is no room for error. I shall perservere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My eyes are closing. Maybe I will go back to sleep after all. My whole body is aching. Neh better not. Going to check on the girls. Ta~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113131625669188102?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113131625669188102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113131625669188102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113131625669188102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113131625669188102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113115384803555842</id><published>2005-11-05T12:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:27:53.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet relief of freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet relief of freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoohoo!! Exams are over! *let's boogie, let's party!!* Somehow weirdly enough, my celebration lasted for a grand total of 5 minutes which saw me jumping up and down like a maniac in Caulfield, but that was it. I think the reality of it hasn't hit me yet. It still feels the same like any other lazy Saturday. Now, when I don't have anything to study, I feel...how to say...lost? Like there's something I should be doing but I'm not. On the other hand, I have tons of things to do. I have to clean my room and clear it from all the crap that's been piling up. I have to do my knitting, which will never finish because I just keep cutting it and starting all over again. Knitting is very different from cross-stitch. It needs consistency. Your tension must be consistent or else you will have a holey scarf. It's really frustrating sometimes. I guess when you get the hang of it, it'll be much better. Now because of my obsessive compulsive disorder to make everything perfect, I will not have much success with knitting. I'm turning into Syl. ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should be reading. There's the Chronicles of Narnia that I want to read before the movie comes out (for once), and Pride and Prejudice. I remember my mom telling me years ago that I should read Pride and Prejudice and I just flung it aside until the movie came out. Somehow after watching the movies, the books all make sense. Someone should also recommend me a good chinese book. I haven't read a good one in ages. And don't tell me to read My Fair Princess because I've read the whole set (which gave me a headache) or any of that Qiong Yao crap. Too drama mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to pack away all the notes from this year so that the new books can come in. I have to start packing my luggage soon. I can't believe I'm going back. Time flies doesn't it? It seems like yesterday I just came back and was going skiiing. Very soon you'll see me blogging a post which says welcome 2006! Argh. Nonono time wait for meeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't it just stupid how you crave to sleep when you're studying, yet when exams are over, you just can't make yourself sleep? I slept a grand total of 6 hrs last night. My body refused to be forced back to sleep. *sigh* Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other people are still having exams. It's not much fun when you are partying and others are still slogging away. 4 mths. 4 mths of hols!! Imagine that. My brains will start to rust again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's bloody hot now. I probably will be melting when I go home. Sometimes it's so hot I can't breathe. Never mind, there's always air-con.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till next time peeps, toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck and God bless to everyone who still has exams!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113115384803555842?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113115384803555842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113115384803555842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113115384803555842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113115384803555842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/sweet-relief-of-freedom.html' title='Sweet relief of freedom'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113084033632462797</id><published>2005-11-01T21:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:21:12.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's weird when you go home and take no interest whatsoever in listening to Mandarin radio stations at all, yet when you're in Melbourne listening to Chinese songs on the local radio station you get all excited and happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's weird when people who once wanted to grow up quickly, now wish they could stay young forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's weird when you haven't listened to a song in ages and suddenly out of no where, feel like listening to it again...and then it brings back good ol' memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's weird that some people say one thing and mean another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's weird that when I'm back home, I wish I was in Melboure. Yet when I'm in Melbourne, I wish I was back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's weird that the grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh the mysteries of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113084033632462797?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113084033632462797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113084033632462797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113084033632462797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113084033632462797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/11/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113065762240998690</id><published>2005-10-30T18:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:33:42.423+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a constant struggle. True, it brings many happy moments in life, yet there is always this great effort to fight to survive in this dog-eat-dog world. I’m still trying to understand the rationale of this great creation of yours called life and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’ve been ungrateful. You gave me life yet I take it for granted and sometimes (actually most), I wish I never had this gift you blessed upon me. I feel like no one in a mass of humans trying to live from day to day. What is it all for in the end? I wish you were here to answer my questions and enlighten me. No human will be able to explain it like you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet why do I go in search of these answers? Even after knowing, will they provide me with a satisfaction that I can then live my life in a better way? What am I hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, sometimes I actually fear death (just sometimes). I fear death because it will separate me from my loved ones, nothing else. Sometimes I wish I can hang on to them forever. But no one is forever but you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life a lesson? Would we actually learn from it? Why do we need to learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say we were created to speak your name and spread your word. Is that true? Was that what you created us for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many questions that need to be answered, like, why did you create me? Why is this life not fair? Why do some people have gold taps in their bathrooms whilst others are struggling and wondering when their next meal will be? Why am I hungry all the time? Maybe I’m not searching in the correct places. Then again, how would I know where the correct places are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t trace your hand I will trust your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your blessings this year. I know I’ve been complaining a whole lot but just ignore me, it’s a habit I’ve had since young. I’m willing to exchange my soft toys with you if next year will be a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be 21 soon. Growing up is a pain. Because now you have to look after yourself and maybe others. I don’t like responsibility. Never did. Responsibility should only be given to people who are responsible. Like Mich or Juice. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also still trying to understand myself. Sometimes I feel that people don’t appreciate me. That makes me feel sad. I also care too much about what other people say and think. I wish I didn’t. I’ve been working on it but it doesn’t seem to be changing. Can you help me? It’s this over-sensitiveness of mine. It’s gone wonky. I have issues, but then again, who doesn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking time to listen as you always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mate,&lt;br /&gt;Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113065762240998690?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113065762240998690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113065762240998690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113065762240998690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113065762240998690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-god.html' title='dear God'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113058623989790711</id><published>2005-10-29T21:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:43:59.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay finished my contrat exam. Hopefully I'll never ever have to study it again. Next up is Torts. Not too bad but may not have enough time. Hiahz. Anyway still got long time more so no need to panic. Yet. Haha. After that will be 3.5 mths of pure freedom. WOO!!! Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113058623989790711?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113058623989790711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113058623989790711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113058623989790711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113058623989790711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-113022913470787527</id><published>2005-10-25T18:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:32:14.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramblings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams are drawing nearer. 2 more days. Ugh. Time’s a ticking. Somehow I know I’m doomed but I am not feeling the stress yet. I’m still very calm. This is bad. 3.5 hour paper. 4 major questions. Write until go mad. Nooooooo…Contract. Damn you. You are the bain of my life. The thorn in my flesh. Hiahz. I’m going to bash the person who invented exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry…just needed to whinge and whine for abit. Hiahz. That’s what exams do to you. They turn a perfectly good life into one of stress and sleeplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we celebrated Michelle’s birthday 3 days ago. It was major fun. It’s fun when you surprise people and they are so unaware of it. And then when they open up your presents, priceless. It started off with Michy treating us to steamboat dinner. Great fun. I always have fun when we have steamboat. Has a very homely feeling. Then we all pretended to go back and sleep. Michy was obviously already tired by 11pm so she went back to sleep as well. Then one by one, everyone came back into my room to prepare for the surprise. At 12am, Felicia went to knock on Michy’s door pretending to ask for her spare key. It took Michy ages to open it lah! She was sound asleep and was so blur when she finally woke up. Then we arrived at her door with the cake and started singing happy birthday! Wahahaha!! You should have seen the look on her face!! And she was in her pyjamas!!! HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d just say something about the Vietnamese Australian citizen dude that got caught for drug trafficking in Singapore and is going to be hanged soon. I can’t say that I can give a non-biased opinion about this, but the Aussies can’t either. I read a letter in the forum of the paper that they can boycott Singapore? Not go to Singapore anymore and not use their services? And they want to pressurize Singapore into not having capital punishment anymore? Reminds me of the Michael Fay case a few years ago as well as the Shapelle (however you spell her name) Colby case at the moment. Please. GROW FREAKING UP. He committed an offence which is punishable by death in Singapore. If he was smart enough he wouldn’t have done it, especially in Singapore. Moreover, please respect Singapore laws. What we do there, even if it is what you think (barbaric and cruel), it is still our laws. That’s what you get for breaking the law. Moreover, it’s for drugs. Singapore doesn’t sentence you to capital punishment unless it’s extremely serious. Don’t you ever think why we have such strict laws? Why our country’s crime rate is so low? Don’t compare us to Australia or Malaysia. We are not a part of anywhere else. You can’t get everything you want but that’s just part of life. Stop whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-113022913470787527?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/113022913470787527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=113022913470787527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113022913470787527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/113022913470787527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112996409405265279</id><published>2005-10-22T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:00:19.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leave me alone&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/6651079-112996409405265279?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112996409405265279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112996409405265279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112996409405265279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112996409405265279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/leave-me-alone.html' title='leave me alone'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112990142462406954</id><published>2005-10-21T23:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:30:24.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>she writes well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mellahoney.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://mellahoney.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She writes well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112990142462406954?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112990142462406954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112990142462406954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112990142462406954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112990142462406954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-writes-well.html' title='she writes well'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112977875330497323</id><published>2005-10-20T13:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:25:53.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood donors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood donors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! We're officially blood donors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/blood1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it was going to be painful and it was! But apparently 1 packet of our blood can save 3 people's lives. I feel good now wahhaha!! It was a good experience and our before 21 plan. I may do it regularly after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom got a promotion! Very proud and happy for her. At least something good has come out from this horrid year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams are in a week's time. Good luck to everyone!! It's the time of the year again. In approximately 3 weeks I will be home. Home sweet freaking warm home. Who cares. It's still home. That's where my heart is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to go mug now. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112977875330497323?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112977875330497323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112977875330497323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112977875330497323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112977875330497323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/blood-donors.html' title='Blood donors'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112943327990613764</id><published>2005-10-16T13:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T13:27:59.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month of Birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tell you...Feb and Oct are THE months for birthdays. These 2 months are the months out of the whole year which I know the most people who have birthdays (errr ok doesn't quite sound right but you understand).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anywho, been busy busy busy. Tomorrow is the start of week 13 and the week after is exam week already. NOOOO!!!! Damn you exams!!! *shakes fist* Still have a test and another essay and have to start pia-ing like crazy. Contract sucks big time. Damn you Contract!!! *shakes fist* I can't believe this year is going to end soon. Truth be told, I am sooo looking forward to next year. Excited about the new units I'm going to be doing, and a fresh, brand new start. So 2005 get out of the way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Spring. Like really Spring. It was supposed to come beginning of Sep but the weather is kindda slow and lagging. Thank God cuz although I do like sun, I'm not too sure about the heat. As long as it's cool I don't mind. Thinking about the heat and mozzies in Singapore just makes me cringe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched Pride and Prejudice yesterday. Good movie. I'm going to read the book. Soon. After I read the Chronicles of Narnia. I was toking to my mom about Pride and Prejudice last night because she got free tickets to watch it. This is how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma: I think Kiera Knightly is so pretty and Mr. Darcy is so good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Yah they are. But Mr. Darcy is like Mopy Dick. He mopes around too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma: Don't use the word "dick", I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Moby Dick was a guy's name. Some book right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma: *horrified* Moby Dick was a WHALE!!! Some lit student you are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: *what the...who names a whale Moby DICK!!?* Anyway, I didn't like the ending. Too sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma: Sudden? I loved it! It was so romantic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: *stunned* How can an old man talking to himself be romantic??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma: What old man? It ended with them talking and kissing with a romantic scene at the balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: WHAT??!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turns out the cinema cut the ending of the movie off. I have no idea why. That's why when it ended we were all like, "That's it?!" Argh cheat my $$$!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good weekend you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112943327990613764?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112943327990613764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112943327990613764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112943327990613764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112943327990613764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/oct.html' title='oct'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112902573110785492</id><published>2005-10-11T19:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:18:45.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Tag Tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ten years ago I was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Primary 4, having fun, being the nosiest in class. Yet at the same time being stressed because it was streaming year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Five years ago I was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In sec. 3, also having fun, crazy about a1, not worrying about O levels yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One year ago I was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 2nd year at uni, still having fun. Probably at this time stressing over exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday I was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having fun again. Went out for dinner and shopping with the girls. Worrying about assignment due soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 snacks I enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Fruit&lt;br /&gt;2. Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Twisties bag of bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 songs I know all the words to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know about 500 if you ask me. But oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Because of you by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Everytime by a1&lt;br /&gt;3. bei ying by K One&lt;br /&gt;4. Inside your heaven by Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Fly away by Corrine May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Twinkle twinkle little star (bonus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 things I would do with a 100 million dollars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Donate half of it to charity (I really will. Really. Really lah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Buy my parents everything they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Buy my siblings everything they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Buy me and Kong Wen everything we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Buy my friends everything they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 bad habits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have none. They are all good in my opinion. They build character. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 biggest joys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Kong Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 places I would runaway to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Huh then next time everyone will know where I am. Well, I'm in Michy's room if anyone needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 things I would never wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Animal fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I would wear anything else, some just not in public. Muahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 favourite tv shows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. All my 5566, K One shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;3. Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;5. wan quan yu le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 fictional characters I would date...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Qing Tian in zi jin zi dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Tai Zi in MVP qing ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Duan Yu Qiao in ge dou tian wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Xu Zi Qian in wang zi bian qing wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. You Ya Yu in xi jie shao nian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks a lot to Michelle for making me do this boliao tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112902573110785492?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112902573110785492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112902573110785492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112902573110785492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112902573110785492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/tag.html' title='tag'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112875215658210660</id><published>2005-10-08T16:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:18:53.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>nanana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nanana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have so much work to do. This is bad. I foresee a majorly stressful examination period. I am doomed. 19 days. Freak. I need another miracle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand, somehow or other I always manage to pull through (by the grace of God almighty). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't understand why people have to play music all the time, everytime. I hate it. I hate it when I'm talking to someone and there's music playing in the foreground. I used to have a friend who came over to my house sometimes and all she wanted to do was to blast 93.3FM whilst I was trying to discuss something with her. I love the quiet. Music is for times when you are alone. Not when you have company. I think that is plain rude. I think when you are talking to someone you focus on what they are talking about and not the music that's playing in the background. It's so noisy! I can't stand it. But that's just what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to reading one of the most boring lit books in the world. I don't understand how these books can win awards when they are so blatantly boring. They actually created a unit this year which focuses on fantasy fiction and it's damn fun! Just by glancing at the titles of the books, you know you are going to have a good time. They are doing Harry Potter (first book), Alice in Wonderland and many more. And the teacher is someone whom I truly like. Too bad it's only for first years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hiahz. I shall finish reading it today by hook or by crook. Laters~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112875215658210660?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112875215658210660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112875215658210660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112875215658210660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112875215658210660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/nanana.html' title='nanana'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112875127822596654</id><published>2005-10-08T15:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:05:06.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny lyrics, catchy tune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ben Lee - Catch my Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My head is a box full of nothing&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;My garden's a secret compartment&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;Your body's a dream that turns violent&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;The winter is long in the city&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;So please baby please&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart&lt;br /&gt;Catch my disease&lt;br /&gt;I was backstage in Pomonaand&lt;br /&gt;that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;She drank beer with coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;She told me about the winds from Santa Anna&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;She told me she loved me like fireworks&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like itSo please baby please&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Catch my diseaseSo please (PLEASE!) baby please&lt;br /&gt;Come on Catch my disease Catch itNa na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;They play Good Charlotte on the radio&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;They play Sleepy Jackson on the radio&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;I hear Beyonce on the radio&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;cos that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;and they play me on the radio (whoo!) and that's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;So please baby please&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart and catch my disease&lt;br /&gt;So please baby please&lt;br /&gt;Come on Catch my disease(catch my disease)&lt;br /&gt;nanananananananana(catch my disease)&lt;br /&gt;nanananananananana(catch my disease)&lt;br /&gt;nanananananananana(catch my disease)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112875127822596654?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112875127822596654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112875127822596654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112875127822596654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112875127822596654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112867422688574174</id><published>2005-10-07T18:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:39:18.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Buble - Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Is come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two“I'm fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;Another aerorplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I've got to go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;It's like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;But this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;And even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I've had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all right&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112867422688574174?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112867422688574174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112867422688574174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112867422688574174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112867422688574174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112856824976259509</id><published>2005-10-06T13:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:10:49.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;argh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just finished editting a friend's law essay which was 8300 words long. My eyes going sengeh (however u spell it I dun care) already. How people can write such long essays amaze me. But most of it were long direct quotes from elsewhere so I dun feel so amazed haha. My longest was only 3000 words and that was already a struggle. People who do long thesis writing, I take my hat off to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a horrific dream yesterday morning. It's still haunting me. I'm still traumatized. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exactly 3 weeks to exams. Glad I only have 2 papers. Much to the dirty looks of the rest. I'm graduating at the end of this sem! My first degree! Before 21!! How exciting! Can't wait for hols. Then on to my 2nd degree. Sounds exciting but people warn me that it is so tough, half of the people drop out by then. *ugh* How encouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to consolidate this weekend. Hopefully will get something done. Ta~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112856824976259509?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112856824976259509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112856824976259509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112856824976259509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112856824976259509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112841307882112776</id><published>2005-10-04T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:04:38.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interview with God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html"&gt;http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When watching this I smiled. I teared. I felt sad yet happy. You must turn on your computer's sound and watch and hear the music at the same time. Thanks Peg, you made my day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112841307882112776?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112841307882112776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112841307882112776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112841307882112776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112841307882112776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/interview-with-god.html' title='Interview with God'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112833704413265905</id><published>2005-10-03T20:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:57:25.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is up with these bitches? Everywhere I go I meet them. They are everywhere. They sit behind you during lectures, you see them on the street, you hear about them, you see them around uni etc. They talk. They talk about how inadequate others are compared to them. They talk about whose clothes don't match their shoes. They look down at others with the tip of their noses. They talk about their oh-so-rich parents. They talk about how smart they think they are. They talk with their phony accents and screwed up noses. They gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've f*cking had it with them. They are breathing my air. They invade my sound waves. They are an eye sore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't want to listen during lecture - GET THE F*CK OUT. I don't care if your daddy has bought you a new phone. I don't care if you've got a manicure. I don't care if that cute guy is dating an ugly witch. BUT I CARE IF YOU SPEAK SO LOUDLY THE WHOLE WORLD CAN HEAR YOU AND NOT THE LECTURER!!! *fumes* I have tolerated it time and time again. But the next time you do it - NO MORE NICE ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the rest of the bitches: GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say it takes one to know one. I say that is BULL SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112833704413265905?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112833704413265905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112833704413265905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112833704413265905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112833704413265905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/bitches.html' title='bitches'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112825125405028294</id><published>2005-10-02T21:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:07:34.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To those girls who love/like that someone and wishes for a relationship yet don't want to spoil the friendship by professing your love and are stuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If you love somebody and you are passionate about somebody, and if the person doesn't reciprocate, then if you mope endlessly, it's being selfish, it's not love...If you're really committed to the idea of loving that somebody, then you should try to win him/her over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Amy for finally putting it in words, even if it was from someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112825125405028294?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112825125405028294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112825125405028294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112825125405028294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112825125405028294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/to.html' title='to...'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112815054418342246</id><published>2005-10-01T17:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:04:04.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate houseflies part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desperate houseflies part II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy hollars to Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle hollars to me.&lt;br /&gt;We go down to Amy's room.&lt;br /&gt;She's screaming in a corner holding a bit of newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;It is big, black, fat and hairy.&lt;br /&gt;We thwack the fly 6 times before it finally dies.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle brings it's half mangled body out to throw.&lt;br /&gt;Amy picks the other half up with a tissue, screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Amy screams again.&lt;br /&gt;The fly's friend is in 'da house.&lt;br /&gt;Why does Amy's room attract flies.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the queen fly.&lt;br /&gt;This one is harder to find.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle points at Amy's legs.&lt;br /&gt;Amy starts doing a mad dance, hopping around and smacking her legs.&lt;br /&gt;We thank God Frank is not there to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle twacks it 3 times before it is dead.&lt;br /&gt;She takes it out with the last bit of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Amy breathes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112815054418342246?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112815054418342246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112815054418342246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112815054418342246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112815054418342246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/10/desperate-houseflies-part-ii.html' title='Desperate houseflies part II'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112808443085749466</id><published>2005-09-30T22:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:07:40.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'>handbells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Handbells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was blog surfing (a rare thing I do unless I am feeling extremely bored) and came across this girl's blog. She was talking about handbells and about her conductress. Coincidentally, she is from my secondary school as well, since there are so few Singaporean schools that actually have handbells as a CCA. It brought back memories. I didn't think I would miss it that much. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times I would look forward to Tuesdays because there was practice. Practice gave me a reason to smile. This was one of the very few things I actually felt passionate about and did for myself and actually saw it through and stuck with it till I finished. I was one of the few people who disliked music. Music as in piano and theory and stuff. The rest of my handbell peers were gifted. They could memorise scores quickly and easily without much effort. I, on the other hand, had to practise and practise till I got them right. I wasn't much of a sight-reader. I couldn't keep time. I was lost most of the time. But I had the passion. Something that not everyone there had. Maybe that's what kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I liked it so much. Maybe because it is uncommon. Maybe because the music produced is so beautiful. Not many people understand and appreciate the work behind the music. It takes hours of gruelling practice to be able to perform a near-perfect piece. Even more so than solo performances because there is no solo in handbells. Everything played is teamwork. I wanted to smash the head of a granny who once watched our performance and in the middle of it, rudely began shouting at the top of her voice that we sounded like the ice cream man. The odacity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy. I copped a lot of crap from my seniors and conductress during those 3 years. They couldn't tolerate my slowness - give me a break, not everyone is as perfect as you people are. The worst of it all was that they thought I was just plain lazy - something I took offence to because I put in so much effort and they couldn't, or wouldn't see it. But I wouldn't allow anything to get in my way of me and my precious handbells. I was willing to do anything to remain there. I went carolling (something that few people do because it eats into their holidays) because I thought extra practice would help me prepare for SYF the following year. It was tough but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one understood my passion for it. Even I didn't. I just knew it existed. People thought I was crazy. It's not like sports. Sports is fun. Standing in a room ringing bells all day is not fun. Well at least my sister appreciates it. I'm glad she took it up in secondary school as well. She's copping a lot from her seniors and conductress as well but the outcome is all the more rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can say that one of the best days of my life was when we got the gold for SYF. It was rewarding. That was the first time I remember how it felt like to work hard for something and reaping the rewards. It was truly awesome. Sad to say it did not last, and before I knew it, my 3 years of handbelling came to an end when I got too old for secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I had a chance to do it in the future I would, without a doubt agree. I've become rusty because I haven't been playing the piano in 4 years but with hard work and passion, I'm sure I will get through. However at the moment, a chance hasn't passed by me yet. Or maybe I should look for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/HBBlock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112808443085749466?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112808443085749466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112808443085749466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112808443085749466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112808443085749466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/handbells.html' title='handbells'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112798959864068890</id><published>2005-09-29T20:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:26:38.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dare u to move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dare you to move (Switchfoot)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to the planet&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone's here&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody's watching you now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody waits for you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;What happens next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to resistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tension is here&lt;br /&gt;The tension is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Between who you are and who you could be&lt;br /&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;br /&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112798959864068890?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112798959864068890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112798959864068890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112798959864068890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112798959864068890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/dare-u-to-move.html' title='dare u to move'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112796513198051198</id><published>2005-09-29T13:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:40:36.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>God gave me my rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gave me my rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God has answered my prayers. It's a miracle. Praise Him. He has given me my rainbow, after weeks of rain. Everything is better now because I have my Lord. I am so grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Juice, who told me that I've already won before I even began. Thanks to all the people who have been praying for me. You are great. God is great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112796513198051198?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112796513198051198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112796513198051198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112796513198051198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112796513198051198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-gave-me-my-rainbow.html' title='God gave me my rainbow'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112781668041487879</id><published>2005-09-27T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:24:40.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>save my feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save my feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been out from 9:30am till 7:45pm today. In the city. My feet are gone case. Just gone. *groans in pain* I need to go for a massage. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I have to clean my kitchen because my new sink is done. Hiahz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought a pair of Nike shoes today for $50 at the Nike factory outlet. Quite good. That's about it though. And a teapot cuz it looked so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just heard 5566's new song "hao jiu bu jian" on radio. So happy! At first when I heard their 3rd album I didn't really like it but it takes a few listens before you begin to find the songs catchy and nice. I miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;argh so tired. Got to go uni tmr somemore. Got so much work to do somemore. From tomorrow it's going to be study time. Diediediediedie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao till later~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112781668041487879?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112781668041487879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112781668041487879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112781668041487879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112781668041487879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/save-my-feet.html' title='save my feet'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112774757493402381</id><published>2005-09-27T01:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:12:54.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dead tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*groanz* I'm so tired. Got up at 8 plus am today and was out till 11pm. Ugh. Sore. Feet ache. Exhausted. Watched "Howl's Moving Castle" and "Wallace and Gromit". Hilarious. Both were great. Thoroughly enjoyed the company.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going down to the city tomorrow. Double ugh. I wish they would get my sink over and done with quick so that I don't have to live in this mess. By the way Amy, Kong Wen's sink and room had no problem. No leaking or anything whatsoever. Hopefully mine will be ok as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to sleep now. ZZzzzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112774757493402381?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112774757493402381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112774757493402381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112774757493402381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112774757493402381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/dead-tired.html' title='Dead tired'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112764101861873117</id><published>2005-09-25T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:36:58.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just watching Aussie's braniest Kid...Those kids are so smart...They know almost everything. And I think it's so stressful...To answer as many questions as you can as quickly as possible without thinking. This Chinese boy won (surprise surprise) but he was the dark horse cuz he actually was not doing very well in the first 2 rounds. So yea..he surprised us. But another boy was so disappointed he didn't win he actually cried there and then on stage. Poor fella. The others really looked disappointed as well. Why do they put kids thru this. They are only like 11 or 12. It's so stressful and competitive. I wonder what we're teaching them. hiahz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112764101861873117?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112764101861873117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112764101861873117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112764101861873117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112764101861873117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112763593379358301</id><published>2005-09-25T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:12:13.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rottin away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rottin away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hullo peoplez...I just realised I became all holy moly in my 2nd last post so for people who aren't so holy moly, don't take much notice of it. Haha..today Syl and I did a really stupiak thing. We ran all the way to the bus stop to go yum cha and then realised that it was fully booked so we couldn't get in. So we decided to go across to Maccas (Macdonald's) and have lunch instead. Then because the bus only comes once in an hour, we decided to walk back. And on the way we saw this huge nursery and decided to pop in for a look. They have the most gorgeous orchids I tell you. They were huge!! The pot was huge (the whole plant was nearly as tall as I am) and the flowers were huge but they were so beautiful they were perfect. Just gorgeous. Too bad we didn't have cameras. Then as we were walking out, the bus zoomed past us!! And the buses only come once an hour on Sundays, so yea, we had to walk all the way back. Didn't keep track of the time but it was pretty long. Think it was about an hour. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I catch myself doing the weirdest things nowadays. Things that I would never try or do in the past. Spontaneity is my middle name. It is Sylvia's first name now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are going to build us a bigger sink tomorrow. Now I have to clear the table top in my kitchen. Bah. I have so many things. Where am I going to put them. Geeze. I'm actually wondering what I'm going to do with all my stuff when I finally leave this place and go back. I have too many things. My family will be disgusted with me if they ever come and see my room. It's actually much better equipped than my room at home *lol*.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to continue rotting now. I was reading my lit book just now and falling asleep. They should only allow people to write interesting books. Best of all, books that I find interesting, like Harry Potter. I can't believe this is the 5th time I'm trying to read it and still can't manage to get thru it. It's only 200 pages yet it feels so long. Ugh. I'm only at page 56. Ugh. Even that took like, a whole hour. Hiahz. Lit can be so fun yet so dull at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till next time...ta~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112763593379358301?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112763593379358301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112763593379358301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112763593379358301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112763593379358301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/rottin-away.html' title='rottin away'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112756808704250159</id><published>2005-09-24T23:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:21:27.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frog prince&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wahhhh I love Wang Shao Wei!!! He's damn nice in "wang zi bian qing wa"!! ARGH!!! Hiahz, if there were more men like him or his character in the show (Xu Zi Qian) around in this world, this world would be a much better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just had to say that. Hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112756808704250159?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112756808704250159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112756808704250159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112756808704250159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112756808704250159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/frog-prince.html' title='Frog prince'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112754384181847017</id><published>2005-09-24T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:16:54.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was feeling down and decided to seek the Lord for comfort. I opened the bible and flipped to a random page as usual. My eyes fell on Jeremiah 29:13 - "And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago I was telling Juice and Josie that I want to find God so much, to feel more of His love and to connect with Him. But I didn't know how to do it. Or I didn't know what more I could do to get it. After reading this, I guess I'm not searching for Him with all my heart. I'm holding back and I don't know why. Maybe I'm afraid. But I don't know why. When I prayed for an answer, I flipped open the bible again and my eyes fell on Matthew 21:22 - "And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive." I will continue praying until something happens, or until I find my answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I said my life has no meaning, they told me that we exist for the sole purpose of spreading the Lord's word. When I have God, my life has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road towards the exams from now on will become rough and tough. But whatever may come I will be prepared for it. For whatever I do my Lord will be watching. He will protect me from harm. He is my saviour. He will lead me to salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago I was talking to Amy and Sylvia about religion. Amy said "What if whatever you believe in is not real? What if you are believing blindly?" I thought about it. And there is actually very little to prove that God is real. That God is there. Besides maybe that they found Noah's ark and the stone of the 10 commandments. Poach also said that there is no actual way of proving His existence unless you feel it for yourself - For example, a life threatening event etc. But I feel it. Even though I haven't had a life threatening event, or something to that extent...but I feel His love. It's not a self-fufilling prophecy. I know He's there. But how do I get others to feel the same way? The day after our conversation I saw a rainbow. That reminded me of Him and his promise. It reminded me that He's still there. That nothing can shake my faith. And I feel so privileged and thankful that I know Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes you get a lot of rain, before God gives you your rainbow. But He will give it to you. When He feels the time is right. You just have to trust and believe and have faith that He will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/ziggy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You reap what you sow" ~www.ziggyzone.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112754384181847017?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112754384181847017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112754384181847017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112754384181847017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112754384181847017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/amazing-lord.html' title='Amazing Lord'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112735595860439846</id><published>2005-09-22T12:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:28:37.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hols r here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hols are here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoopee!! Hols are here! I finally get a break. Geeze. Actually, what hols? There’s so much work to be done and so little time. Hiahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dinner with Michy and Syl at Rachel’s house. It was Cheryl’s whole cell group plus a few other people. Felt pretty good because they were friendly and nice and mostly Singaporean and Malaysian. We had steamboat (I ate a snail!! It tastes like soil! YUCKS!!) and after that we sat around and played Pictionary and Taboo. Quite fun! Haven’t played these games in awhile. They were practising for a worship session as well and it brought back memories in secondary school where we would have chapel and just sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back, Syl and I started knitting. I’ve always wanted to learn knitting since I started cross-stitch (and that was like 13 years ago) but never got around to doing it. Since Amy just picked it up we thought it might be fun to do it as well. It’s actually a little complicated in the beginning but once you get the hang of it, it’s pretty automatic. I can even watch tv and knit at the same time now. Just that you have to be very careful at all times because once the knitting falls off the needle, you probably have to restart again. Which is very frustrating. I understand because I do cross-stich and once you’ve done 1 stitch wrong, you gotta go back and unpick the whole thing. Knitting is more complex because you can’t just cover the mistakes up like cross-stitch. I guess professionals can but beginners like me have no idea how to undo the mistakes. I have no idea what I’m knitting now but it may be a scarf for my soft toy haha! It’s a good cure for insomnia because after awhile you get so tired you fall asleep really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Going to go to lunch. Have a good hols!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112735595860439846?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112735595860439846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112735595860439846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112735595860439846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112735595860439846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/hols-r-here.html' title='hols r here'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112712757844381143</id><published>2005-09-19T20:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:59:38.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>go to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t freaking understand why people are always late on me. I hate it even more when they are late and don’t even freaking bother to call. This morning I had to wake up early and spent 2 wasted hours in uni because my negotiation partner arranged to meet me but later didn’t. We were supposed to meet at 10am but I waited till 10:20am and no sign of her. So I called her. But she didn’t pick up. Then I msged her. And she msged back saying that her car had broke down and she couldn’t make it. So we had to reschedule it to 4pm. How convenient eh? I want to give her the benefit of the doubt but well…Why should I? Anyway it doesn’t matter what reason it was, she didn’t turn up. Freaking hell. I hate it when people are late. Especially when I make an effort to be on time so that they don’t have to wait. Freak. Freak. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired. Tired from work that I haven’t even started yet. Tired of life. Tired of living. Exhausted. Irritated by stupid, idiotic people. Amy’s zero tolerance level is contagious. I’ll say it as it is and not care about your feelings. I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll say it to your face. If you don’t like it, well…live with it. Life is too short to get upset and angry over stupid people. I have no time for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a bitch if you want. But there’s a limit to everything, especially my tolerance. If you have blatant disregard for my feelings why should I care about yours? Go to hell. And stay there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112712757844381143?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112712757844381143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112712757844381143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112712757844381143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112712757844381143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-to-hell.html' title='go to hell'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112694651651791563</id><published>2005-09-17T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T18:41:56.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;d'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday whilst walking back with Michelle, we saw a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/rainbowcentre.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's times like these when we need to remember God's promise to us and remember that He's there with us always, through thick and thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/doublerainbow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faith is a miraculous thing. It keeps us going even when times are rough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Mich for the pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112694651651791563?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112694651651791563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112694651651791563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112694651651791563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112694651651791563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112692922109341848</id><published>2005-09-17T13:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T14:00:20.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Collide (Howie Day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A light shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're barely waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah I'm open, you're closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Light up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I somehow find You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You make a frist impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've found I'm scared to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I somehow find You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112692922109341848?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112692922109341848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112692922109341848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112692922109341848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112692922109341848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/collide.html' title='collide'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112692865111560439</id><published>2005-09-17T13:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:46:50.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mooncake fest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night we went to this mooncake fest celebration thing which was held in uni. Dinner, mooncake and performances. Some of the singers were pretty good (they sang David Tao songs and one of them tried to do a sad rendition of David's ABC slang but couldn't make it) and we even had one guy play the er hu really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or am I missing home on this fateful festival? I remember how we used to be so excited buying lanterns (thinking back, all the gross plastic electric ones were so fakeo) as kids. Ma would buy a huge pomelo and lotsa different mooncakes (my fave is the one at Crown Prince hotel...the fried one with yam filling. Damn shiok.) And we'll sit around and gaze at the moon and drink Chinese tea. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's still the same I guess. I mean, my friends and I still sit around and drink Chinese tea (courtesy of Amy), eat mooncake (courtesy of Michelle) and sing karaoke (courtesy of Sylvia *lol*), but of course your family is not there. But then comes the poem "chuang qian ming yue guang" (I know it's not called that but I forgot haha.) It doesn't matter where you are, but as long as you look at the moon and remember that your family is looking at the very same moon as well, you'll feel their presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To everyone out there, happy mooncake festival!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112692865111560439?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112692865111560439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112692865111560439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112692865111560439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112692865111560439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/mooncake-fest.html' title='Mooncake fest'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112668441577558456</id><published>2005-09-14T17:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:01:43.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>names to avoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Names to avoid for your kid (As requested by Amy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Monica Cheng (in Hokkien) - touching your buttocks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Michael Tan (in Cantonese) - selling eggs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Lucy Liaw (in Hokkien) - You are dead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Anne Chin (in Mandarin) - Keep quiet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Carl Chng (in Hokkien) - Buttock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) Carmen Teng (in Hokkien) - Leg hair long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) Corrine Tai (in Hokkien) - Poor fellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) Faye Chen (in Mandarin) - Dusty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) Henry Mah (in Mandarin) - Hate your mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) Henry Tan (in Hokkien) - Let you wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11) Jane Tan (in Mandarin) - Fried egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12) Judy Soo (in Mandarin) - Fated to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13) Leslie Tong (in Mandarin) - Rubbish bin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14) Nelson Chong (in Mandarin) - Worms-infested bird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15) Nelson Tan (in Mandarin) - Bird laying eggs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16) Paul Chan (in Cantonese) - Bankrupt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6651079-112668441577558456?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112668441577558456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112668441577558456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112668441577558456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112668441577558456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/names-to-avoid.html' title='names to avoid'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112642845653892540</id><published>2005-09-11T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:28:40.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the flesh rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The flesh rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like I'm sinking. There's a rope for me to pull which would help me get out of this mess but I'm not taking hold of it even though I see it. I deliberately allow myself to sink deeper and deeper even though I know I need desperately to take hold of the rope because I know that if I take hold of it, I will have to spend time and effort climbing out so I'd much rather sit back and relax and SINK. It's a conflict between the mind and body. The mind is willing but the flesh is weak. The flesh rules eventually. How sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing I realised is that when you are in a predicament, just think of the advice you would give to someone in that same situation as you, then apply it to yourself. Very often the answer is straighforward, simple and obvious, just that the mind refuses to listen or accept that answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to rot now. Week 9 starts tomorrow. Ta~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112642845653892540?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112642845653892540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112642845653892540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112642845653892540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112642845653892540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/flesh-rules.html' title='the flesh rules'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112614915322211342</id><published>2005-09-08T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:12:33.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what am I doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What am I doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a rotten friend, girlfriend, daughter and sister. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you when you needed a listening ear or a helping hand. I'm sorry I was so self-absorbed that I didn't realise what was going around me. I'm sorry I've been selfish and self-centered. I'm sorry. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112614915322211342?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112614915322211342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112614915322211342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112614915322211342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112614915322211342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='what am I doing'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112608476721535974</id><published>2005-09-07T19:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:29:00.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drug me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesh! Wednesday is over…finally. *sighz* I was extremely irritated today during lecture. I had a cup of bitter-strong mocha in the morning and that did it. I was bouncing off the walls during my entire lecture. I couldn’t sit still and was fidgety and on a high for 3 hours. *argh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, can’t people just shut up??? I mean, it’s a freaking lecture damn it. You go in to listen to the lecturer. It’s like a movie. You don’t talk during a movie. You don’t let your handphone ring during a movie. It’s the same freaking policy for lectures. It’s basic courtesy and proper upbringing. You DON’T SPEAK WHEN SOMEONE ELSE IS SPEAKING. I was in an extremely foul mood after I left my 2 hour Contract lecture. In the first place, the lecturer is already boring and doesn’t speak good English. 2nd place, I hate Contract. 3rd place it’s a 2 hour lecture. 4th place, I’m fidgety. I’m already trying my best to pay attention to every word the lecturer says and I DON’T NEED CONSTANT YAKKING GOING ALL AROUND ME!!! *ARGH!!!* If you don’t want to listen, get out. Selfish pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m suffering because I don’t have anymore juice. I usually have either apple or orange juice in my fridge constantly but I’ve finished it all!! Looks like I have to drink water then. *gag* NOoooooooOoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is coming back in 2 days. That was really fast. Time flies. It’s as if she’s only been gone yesterday. Weird. THAT MEANS IT’S GONNA BE WEEK 9 SOON. *double ARGH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have succeeded in correcting most of the things on my blog, thank God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~whee..Peg! I'm watching "wang zi bian qing wa" at the moment. It's ok lah, not as nice as "ge dou" but Shao Wei is damn nice in there *swoons*!! Ming Dao cannot act for crap though. Summore play the lead. Yux. Lend you when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still beating faster than normal. Caffeine is not very good for you. *yikes* Probably won’t be able to sleep tonight. Oh well, better make full use of it I guess. Byeee… &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/6651079-112608476721535974?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112608476721535974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112608476721535974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112608476721535974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112608476721535974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/drug-me.html' title='Drug me'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112605703167264154</id><published>2005-09-07T11:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:25:33.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;argh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid template...after changing it so many things can't work. *pooey* Well, just have to live with it I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Literature class we were studying about a Japanese author and his short story and some Japanese culture and my tutor asked if I was Japanese. Eh, just because I'm the only Asian in the class doesn't make me any Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people bite their nails. It's a disgusting habit (no offence to people who do though) and I hate seeing people do it. Today I sat next to this girl who was biting her nails. Usually I'm very tolerant with it because a few of my friends do it occasionally but this girl clearly had no nails left and was biting her skin off. Every single finger was a deep shade of red and it looked like they were about to bleed with her insistent chewing. I fled to the other side of the lecture theatre and sat there cringing for the next hour *shudder*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Wednesdays. Can't wait for it to be over. Another 4 hours. *pooey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh I am going to turn into a new leaf this week, to quote Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's week 8. I had this horrified expression on my face for a few seconds whilst I took in the reality of it. I was still living in week 7. ARGH!! On the other hand, it's mid-sem hols in 2 weeks!! More like end sem hols. Can start planning what to do hiakhiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm crapping. I'm in the com lab waiting for my next class. hiahz. Whywhywhy do my friends keep going through the same love problems. Why is it we can't just know who THE ONE is and fall in love with them and spare ourselves the torture of break ups and hurt and pain and the unknown??? Why are there no answers? I wish I knew...but there isn't even an answer to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been exposing myself to the gore of human bodies recently by watching shows such as "House" and "Grey's Anatomy". Gone were the boring days of E.R, here comes medical shows that are actually funny. The gross parts are really gross though. Don't eat whilst watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't stand it when people are late (my brother would comment lamely, "then sit it" *rolls eyeballs*). Why are they late most of the times. I hate to be kept waiting. It's not that I don't understand why people are late because sometimes they have a good reason but some of them are repeat offenders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok I have to go for ethics class. I'll stop babbling though I still have things to say haha. I'll say them later. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112605703167264154?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112605703167264154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112605703167264154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112605703167264154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112605703167264154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112598518687063153</id><published>2005-09-06T15:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:41:36.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>revamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~rEvAmP~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheee I've given my blog a facelift. Just thought that this skin was cute. It's done by someone named Clara. Eh Rara Ang, is this skin by you? The handwriting sure looks a lot like yours. Moreover, it's pink just like you are! haha! :) By the way, how come you got blog never tell me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it always pink and black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, it's back to work now. *sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~tooDles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112598518687063153?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112598518687063153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112598518687063153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112598518687063153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112598518687063153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/revamp.html' title='revamp'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112579989292442162</id><published>2005-09-04T12:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:14:14.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemon tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love lemons!! Haha! They serve me one purpose: To clean my kettle!! Yesh...for those of you who have a kettle...Do you know how sometimes after awhile the heating coil gets all deposited with calcium and don't know whatever crap that's in the water? Sometimes the inside of the kettle becomes yellowish as a result of the water marks as well. It looks gross right? All you have to do is get a lemon, cut it in half, squeeze the juice into the kettle and use the lemon to lightly scrub the yellowish parts of the kettle. Fill it with water, leave overnight to stand. Go to sleep and the next day...VOILAH!! You have yourself a clean kettle. Drain the water, rinse it and use some kitchen towels to wipe it and its like new. Try it yourself!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112579989292442162?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112579989292442162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112579989292442162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112579989292442162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112579989292442162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/lemon-tree.html' title='Lemon tree'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112566907552736512</id><published>2005-09-02T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:51:15.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sexist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexist jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sexist yet funny website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hainam.nguyen.free.fr/vuichoi.info/flash/Funny_stuffs/Man_and_Woman.swf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://hainam.nguyen.free.fr/vuichoi.info/flash/Funny_stuffs/Man_and_Woman.swf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112566907552736512?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112566907552736512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112566907552736512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112566907552736512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112566907552736512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/sexist.html' title='sexist'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112557930135023891</id><published>2005-09-01T22:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:56:48.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am stressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am stressed. I just received my instructions from my client for my ethics negotiation exercise. I am representing the stupid defendant who bashed up the plaintiff. They have a lot of problems. Great. Just what I didn’t want. Hiahz. Whywhywhy. I have to meet the other lawyer soon. It’s this negotiation exercise we’re supposed to do. Some pretend thing that we have to settle out of court. Hiahz. My partner is some angmoh girl. I hope she’s nice. Hiahz. There are so many things to settle. It’s things like this which make me think twice about doing law. Hiahz. Why can’t the world be at peace. Oh yea. Or else we’ll have no jobs. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed. I love Alexander Wang Li Hong. He’s gorgeous. He can sing. He’s talented. He’s everything. *stares dreamily* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/huiyin5566/WLH.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed. I hate my neighbour. The one directly below me *stomps on floor*. She keeps blasting her freaking nonsensical music with no tune. Knock on her door for so long she dun wanna open. B****. If you can’t beat them join them. I have resorted to singing loudly in my room to the tunes of Kelly Clarkson, Sweety and JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed.&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/6651079-112557930135023891?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112557930135023891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112557930135023891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112557930135023891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112557930135023891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-stressed.html' title='I am stressed'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112537660219656094</id><published>2005-08-30T14:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:41:36.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s really scary when you are, according to Deej, nothing but a tiny speck floating in this huge wide world of knowledge. It’s even scarier when your brain can hardly retain the little knowledge it has, let alone try and cram even more into it. My memory is failing me. It has been this way since young. It’s just gotten worse. Leaving my keys in the fridge, crawling on the floor groping for my specs when they were clipped to the shirt I was wearing all along, thinking of something 1 sec and forgetting it completely the next…Something is seriously wrong. It’s not that I don’t want to remember, I can’t! And it’s frustrating! It doesn’t help that I have so much information to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at one of my assignment questions and asked a lecturer what it meant and he said, “I’m surprised you have to ask this. Didn’t you go for the lecture and didn’t you do that unit which would have covered this last year?” Thankfully it was via email so he didn’t get a chance to see my astonishingly blank face. I have completely no recollection of it at all. I can’t begin to tell you the numerous times I’ve been stunned by the knowledge that seems to come so naturally to some people yet is so new to me, especially since I should know it. I begin to get scared when I think of going out into the real world and working and not being able to be a good lawyer because I don’t know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s worse is that we study so hard for one thing and then forget about it as soon as exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire people (like my aunt) who can engage in almost any type of intellectual discussion/debate and spout out dates of wars and revolutions and news about current or past affairs, or politics all around the world etc. Or classmates who have read so many books over the years that they can discuss every book and even the history of the author anytime of the day. We all have the same brain capacity. How come their brain can retain so much more information than mine can?! This is unfair. I need to read more. Conversely I do dislike people who use their knowledge to belittle others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we are constantly learning about new things…but how do you remember all of it? And don’t say ginko nuts because apparently that’s a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad memory has been getting me into trouble lately. I recently had an entire essay erased on my uni’s computer because I forgot to send a copy to my own email. By the time I went back the next day it was gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, I can remember many little things in the past, right down to the simplest detail. I can remember exact conversations with exact people in the exact settings from more than 10 years ago. Weird huh. After I pursue my study of dreaming I shall pursue in studying the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you have to learn a painful lesson. It really sucks. If only we could turn back time. But we can’t. It also sucks when you can’t do anything to change what happened in the past as much as you’d want/like to. All we have is the future. We have to make do with that. I’ve been making too many stupid mistakes this year. It’s time for change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112537660219656094?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112537660219656094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112537660219656094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112537660219656094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112537660219656094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112522912546709305</id><published>2005-08-28T21:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:38:45.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>YESH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesh 5566 coming in December for concert!!! YAYAYYAYAYAY!!! I'm sho happy!!! Cuz usually when they come, I'm in Australia...Now I will be at home *crosses fingers I won't be overseas on holiday*. YESH FINALLY I GET TO SEE THEM IN CONCERT I'M SO EXCITED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have something to look forward to. *grins like a bloody idiot* :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112522912546709305?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112522912546709305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112522912546709305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112522912546709305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112522912546709305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/yesh_28.html' title='YESH!!'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112521459415518824</id><published>2005-08-28T17:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T17:36:34.163+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside your heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, I want to be inside your heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been down, now I'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt a revelation coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess it's right, it's so amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everytime I see you I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're all I've got, you lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sun and the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we touch, when we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The stars line up, the wrong becomes undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Naturally my soul surrenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sun and the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where the storm blows you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna be the one to hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every bit of air you're breathing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A soothing wind, I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112521459415518824?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112521459415518824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112521459415518824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112521459415518824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112521459415518824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/inside-your-heaven.html' title='Inside your heaven'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112515067593963165</id><published>2005-08-27T23:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:51:15.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great minds think alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great minds think alike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems like my friends are feeling the same way as I am. The previous few blogs (the latest 4 I think) Juice has written were starting to scare me, because she put into words what I've been feeling the past few weeks. I just saw Yuan's nick and it applies to me totally (the one about the loser). I understand Peg's frustration and stress. I understand Amy's moodiness. I understand Syl's tiredness. I understand Michelle's sparsticness (wahhahah). It's scary to have so many emotions going through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a shitty year. It started off well and then everything went downhill. When will it end? I keep getting the same feeling of wanting to stab myself again and again. A lot of frustration has been running through me lately. A lot of questions without answers. A whole lot of sien-ness (just ask Michelle heheheheh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please come to an end soon 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112515067593963165?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112515067593963165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112515067593963165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112515067593963165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112515067593963165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-minds-think-alike.html' title='Great minds think alike'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112493157986283432</id><published>2005-08-25T10:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:59:39.870+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home is where my heart is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss home!! I miss my family, I miss talking crap with my buddies!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going home soon. Another 2.5 months and I'll be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have faith. Have trust. Have love. Have God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leave everything in God's hands and He will take care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feels good to be able to be carefree (not the liners ok).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feels good to have your worries cast aside and just fall and know that God will catch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feels great to have faith, peace, happiness and love in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112493157986283432?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112493157986283432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112493157986283432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112493157986283432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112493157986283432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112479135221686414</id><published>2005-08-23T19:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:02:32.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heyz fellow people living in Melbourne. If you all wanna listen to some Asian pop (Canto, Mando, Jap, Korean etc), tune in to 90.7FM. My friend is there DJ-ing from 8 to 10pm every Tuesday. It's a Melbourne Uni station I reckon. You can even sms them at 0427767767 to request for a song. They play pretty recent releases. Just that er...the DJs are amature, so it can get a little annoying but the music is quite ok. I'm going to request my 5566 now. Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112479135221686414?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112479135221686414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112479135221686414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112479135221686414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112479135221686414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/dj.html' title='DJ'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112457804865792047</id><published>2005-08-21T08:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T09:04:28.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe I'm awake this early. It scares me. Well this is not the first time I woke up at 8am...I usually wake up at 8 when I have 9am classes every Wednesday but this is a first on a Sunday I reckon. I slept at like 2am but had to drag my ass outta bed at 8am because Sylvia told me the night before that I couldn't do it. I proudly knocked on her door at 8:30am and she was like, "You really woke up?! Ok I shall wake up too." Wonder if she went back to sleep after that. It was a personal challenge. Somebody should tell me I can't get all distinctions in my exams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then again, it'll be too stressful if I were to challenge every defect I have. I'm not perfect and do not strive to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*yawn* What should I do now? Too many things. Week 6 is creeping upon us...Scary how time flies. I'd like to clip off its wings so it'll have to walk or buy a car and get stuck in a traffic jam instead. Don't mind me, I'm just rambling. It's too early in the morning to think. Feels good being up and the only one walking around though. Amy, if you're looking for the person who was doing laundry, it was me wahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep finding myself doing nightly rounds lately. I will go out at 11pm and walk one round around my building just to see who's lights are on and who's aren't. Too free right? Just that sometimes I feel lonely at night and sometimes it's not a very nice feeling. I reckon I'm PMSing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My neighbours have been leaving their keys in their doors lately. Sylvia did that the night before and then Thilini did it last night. How can people forget to bring their keys in after they unlock their doors?! Must be overly stressed. Either that or overly forgetful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday is looming...I am depressed. *sigh* Life seems pointless at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112457804865792047?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112457804865792047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112457804865792047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112457804865792047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112457804865792047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/morning.html' title='Morning!'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112434687507836702</id><published>2005-08-18T16:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:34:35.083+10:00</updated><title type='text'>something funny yet true my mom sent me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something funny yet true my mom sent me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upchucky.net/~upchucky/flash-fun/farmer-donkey.swf"&gt;http://upchucky.net/~upchucky/flash-fun/farmer-donkey.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112434687507836702?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112434687507836702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112434687507836702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112434687507836702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112434687507836702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-funny-yet-true-my-mom-sent.html' title='something funny yet true my mom sent me'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112420070401194465</id><published>2005-08-16T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:58:24.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed beyond redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depressed beyond redemption&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I think that the world is devoid of humanity &amp; compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But when everything &amp; everybody else fails &amp;amp; forsakes you, your family and close friends will always be there to support you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm truly grateful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like walking away from everything, but I can't. There are responsibilities and obligations to fulfill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amy was right. You don't have a real choice in life. Because you did not choose to be born, you cannot choose to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When situations get tough you have to stick through no matter what. Sometimes I think...for what? In the end you still are going to die. Why do we even bother living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom thinks I'm simplistic but everyone is entitled to his/her opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so exhausted. More emotionally than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish God could speak to me. We'd talk about anything under the sun. I'd ask him many questions. We'd talk about the latest movies, what's happening up there in heaven and even politics. We could chat all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It gets really lonely in my room at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to go home, yet I can't run away forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why are we forced to face frequent dilemmas everyday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to talk but I don't know what I want to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112420070401194465?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112420070401194465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112420070401194465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112420070401194465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112420070401194465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/depressed-beyond-redemption.html' title='Depressed beyond redemption'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112400165199131847</id><published>2005-08-14T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:47:29.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising funds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raising funds &amp; making dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was in the library today with Syl, I was just thinking of random things...anything other than the book that was in front of me. I hate it when I can't concentrate. My mind just wanders off and thinks about silly things and it takes an eternity to come back and focus. By that time, you would have already forgotten what you read earlier and then have to go back and re-read it. I was major distracted in the library cuz there were many people (on a Sunday, can u imagine? Have you people no lives?! wahhaha I just realised I might be implying that on myself as well) and they were walking in and out of the toilets (and everytime they do that the door makes this loud squealing sound which is so damn annoying) and talking loudly and some couples were PDA-ing (Public Display of Affection). I usually am able to multitask but when it comes to studying I need a quiet environment with no distractions. If I am in a correct environment I can study non-stop for *record time at the moment is 6 hours straight*. But today was just major frustrating. It got worse because what I was reading didn't make sense to me. *hiahz* This weekend just has not been as productive as I would have liked it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, one of the random things I was thinking about was that people here in Australia sell things to you and then give the money to charity. Like say that day, our hostel manager was selling chocolate to us because Cadbury would then proceed to donate this money from the sale of their chocolate to charity. I think it is a good idea. It's different in Singapore when they just thrust a donation card or bin at you and expect you to just donate. Where's the meaning in that? What are we teaching our kids? Maybe that's why the whole NKF scandal went on. There's no more humanity in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another random thing I was thinking about was the weird dreams I've been having these past few days. I can't remember everything, but just bits and pieces. My dreams come in non-sequential order and they don't make any sense. They even contain people inside whom I haven't seen in ages. Damn weird. Last night, part of my dream was in Amy's room which doesn't look like Amy's current room but it was her room because she said it was. Anyway, I knocked on the door and walked in and saw Amy talking to this girl whom she introduced to me (Chinese ABC) and I promptly commented that she looked like Jun. Then we chatted for about 5 mins and I asked Amy what happened to her room because it was so clutted with nonsense like new furniture including this big blue chair that looks like the one in the Big Brother Diary Room - crap I must be watching too much Big Brother, and even 2 TVs, side by side. One bigger than the other. There was hardly space to walk. Then the girl said she had to leave and climbed out through the window. :S Yes, so weird right. Got door dun wannna go, she left by the window. As she was leaving, Amy and I heard beautiful music from a piano coming from nearby so we too, climbed out the window to check. Outside the window was a bus stop and a few people there playing on musical instruments so we went out to see what was going on. Amy sorta disappeared because I never saw her from then on but when I turned around I saw Shu Yuan. This is the damn weird part. I was talking to Shu Yuan when suddenly her friends, Melissa Yang and Melissa Chou, came along and upset the keyboard that the pianist was playing on, kicked it, smashed it and laughed. Then I remember telling Shu Yuan, "Eh, how come you still can be friends will these kind of people." (no offence, I can't help what I dream). Then I think the dream ended. So weird right?! I'm so curious with what this whole dream thingymajiggy means. Maybe I will do research into it after my current degrees wahhaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then after Syl and I left the library, the fire alarm rang in the campus centre and we saw 2 fire engines speed across the road. Wonder if there was a real fire? Most probably not. Nothing exciting ever happens in uni wahhaha. Especially not on a Sunday. Most likely false alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alritey mates. That's all for today. Have to get back and try to study again in my room. Thank God Michelle will be around for me to talk nonsense to online again soon. I'm going crazy talking to myself. And Sylvia. Wahhahh!!! Just kidding bah...Have a good week and mooncake festival...whenever it comes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112400165199131847?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112400165199131847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112400165199131847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112400165199131847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112400165199131847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/raising-funds.html' title='Raising funds'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112393200435763452</id><published>2005-08-13T21:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:20:04.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>red rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Rooster...safe for consumption?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matt.carter.name/blog/2004_12_01_serenitynow_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://matt.carter.name/blog/2004_12_01_serenitynow_archive.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next time you buy something from Red Rooster, or anything from outside, check properly. You never know what you may find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112393200435763452?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112393200435763452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112393200435763452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112393200435763452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112393200435763452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/red-rooster.html' title='red rooster'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651079.post-112391672404110973</id><published>2005-08-13T16:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T17:07:01.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who blocked you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who blocked you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msncheck.41m.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://msncheck.41m.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - free way to check who blocked and deleted you on msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm...I expect many people have already found out about this. Eat your words Damien...somemore come and trick me...say that there is no such thing somemore and even laughed at me. HAH! There IS such a thing. Anyway, I reckon ignorance is bliss. Even if you find out who blocked you...so what? What are you going to do? You can only feel miserable (if that person means something to you). So if you are a meanie better not check wahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling sien all week cuz there's nothing to do but study. *sigh* Been going out for meals recently since Amy got her new car *cheers babe*. Life is good at the moment but when it comes to week 7 everybody will be panicking. Oh oops...forgot that some people already have assignments due in earlier *snigger*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was snow in Melbourne a few days ago. Crazy...Spring is here and it became colder than winter. Xiao weather. Today is hot, then Monday will be rain with wind and cold again. Insane. What are we doing to our planet. Just saw the news that a boy got killed whilst skiing where we were skiing a few weeks ago (Falls Creek). He skiied into a tree and died. *ugh* How terrible. Thank God nothing happened to us. How dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ooh they have good tv tonight. Mulan and Witches. I've been dying to see Witches ever since I read the Roald Dahl book. I wonder if it's good. By Rowan Atkinson. COolios. Love Roald Dahl. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory coming out here soon. Heard that tix are all sold out in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till next time, have a good weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651079-112391672404110973?l=huiyin5566.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/feeds/112391672404110973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651079&amp;postID=112391672404110973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112391672404110973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651079/posts/default/112391672404110973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiyin5566.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-blocked-you.html' title='Who blocked you?'/><author><name>Yinny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958889831899891875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
