<?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-7532608</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:08:53.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w h i r l i n g .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-116157823697602775</id><published>2006-10-23T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:05:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th Oct 06; Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog's pretty much non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to update in it or do anything to it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if people even bother to visit it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But yet here I am, letting off some thoughts after a month from the previous update? Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in 2 days and I'm daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn depressed by the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my timetable and it's pretty flexible.&lt;br /&gt;The latest I end is 4pm, which is actually quite early.&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are all in the morning, which means I can't be lazy and snooze through them.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've talked about this before, but..it honestly really scares me how time passes so damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;Just a year ago I was panicking about Os.&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, complaining about starting my second semester in poly.&lt;br /&gt;So damn freaking fast.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna age so fast you know? Major ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Life's so freaky and at times, "depressing".&lt;br /&gt;And then there's that issue about friends going their separate ways, people caught up in their own worlds, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I should have gone JC instead.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that people who are in JC can actually stay in touch with secondary school friends easier than those who are in poly.&lt;br /&gt;It puzzles me, really.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought it would be funny to end off with some random thoughts off my head:&lt;br /&gt;- I can't stand it when the bus travels at 30 km/hr when there's no horrible traffic.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't stand it even more when the bus is stuffy and hot AND travelling at 30 km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate it when people cut my queue.&lt;br /&gt;- I think it's really sad that out of 10 girls on the street 8 are dressed in retro style.&lt;br /&gt;- I cut my fringe but no one seems to have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;- I, REALLY, just wanna grab all my secondary school friends for a get-together before this year ends.&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/7532608-116157823697602775?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/116157823697602775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=116157823697602775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/116157823697602775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/116157823697602775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-115787146720051823</id><published>2006-09-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:57:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wohhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Sep 06; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH haha I've finally updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just gonna have a quick update though.&lt;br /&gt;Was busy studying for exams in Aug and have been busy working, now that I'm having hols.&lt;br /&gt;It's always scary how time just passes you by so quickly when just awhile ago, you were complaining about how far away hols are.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Ntss the other day and everyone pretty much seem the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly miss secondary school life at times.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna meet up with all those whom I haven't gone out with in ages, but everyone's in their own little worlds and it's really hard to arrange a get-together. =(&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Superstar audition yesterday and I didn't go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Decided I'm still not ready/good enough for it?&lt;br /&gt;There's always next year. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off to class bbq now!&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/7532608-115787146720051823?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/115787146720051823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=115787146720051823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115787146720051823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115787146720051823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/09/wohhh.html' title='wohhh.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-115427582028353302</id><published>2006-07-30T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:10:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;30th July 06; Sunday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Huishan's brother's wedding last Sunday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with that crazy bunch of people after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Was really funny when Yunhao and I sat down in the hotel room's bathtub and started taking photos of ourselves. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in 3 weeks' time and I'm starting to feel the panic rising within.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stay focused and START STUDYING!!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be like the O Levels studying period all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rooting for Hady of Singapore Idol!&lt;br /&gt;His voice is really good.&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I don't wanna be just another girl who goes gaga over Joakim's looks, he really IS cute la.&lt;br /&gt;This season's contestants aren't as vocally strong as the previous season though, but they sure have better looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm balding really badly.&lt;br /&gt;I've been balding since I was p5 and I'm still balding.&lt;br /&gt;Someone introduce some miracle hair lotion for me to grow hair at the top of my head?&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate enough to go for those Beijing 101 treatments already. =(&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/7532608-115427582028353302?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/115427582028353302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=115427582028353302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115427582028353302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115427582028353302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/07/cough.html' title='Cough.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-115319604673526982</id><published>2006-07-18T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:18:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCOM Tutorial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18th July 06; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In OCOM tutorial right now and I just finished an impromptu speech on the topic "I would like to work abroad one day because..". (OCOM = Oral Business Communication)&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will be given an unknown topic to talk about on the spot and we will be graded.&lt;br /&gt;Today's just the practice session.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking whether I would really want to work abroad one day if I was given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my speech I concluded that I will only want to work 1 or 2 years overseas because after all, Singapore is still my one and only true home.&lt;br /&gt;Lol sounds corny eh, but it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine leaving Singapore for good. It's just..wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. Went to play basketball yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL yes I know Diane Lim playing basketball is such a "GASP!" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But yeah I want to play bball again. Just for fun in my spare tme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Found back that..interest in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT I TWISTED MY ANKLE IN THE PROCESS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was limping around in school just now and some guy walked past me with his gf, took one look at me and asked her damn loudly: "Why today so many bai ka ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've been blowing off joining Touch Rugby for the past 3 weeks and when I FINALLY really wanna go for it, I CAN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-gibbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mid-years are in a month and I'm damn scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna do well. At least B for every subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's possible actually, but with all the bloody random projects and ECONS, I don't know man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My classmate is so stressed that she just left school early today to go home and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It is true that poly life might not be as crammed as JC life is, but whoever who said poly life is much relaxed must be mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everyone is so stressed now laaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Project Superstar is coming back in Sep and I don't know whether I should join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If I could somehow get into the subsequent rounds after the 1st audition my entire plan for my school holidays will be screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like what my mom said (when I told her I didn't want my entire plan to be messed up), "You can't have the best of both worlds".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to Jenny's birthday party last Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally got to meet up with the Fubus. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Huishan's brother's wedding this Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait to catch up with everyone. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-115319604673526982?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/115319604673526982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=115319604673526982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115319604673526982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115319604673526982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ocom-tutorial.html' title='OCOM Tutorial.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-115216388323526681</id><published>2006-07-06T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:31:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted strap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;6th July 06; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done this in ages - blogging during ocom lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;School's started for the 2nd week and already I have 4 projects to do.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a good student but somehow it's tough. =(&lt;br /&gt;Ah wellllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lin Junjie's concert last last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;He's really fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;Jay's next!&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't know when he's coming though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd July was Mr Kuku Ou's NINETEEN bday!&lt;br /&gt;Planned an entire day of surprises for him.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed yourself! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh realised the other day that it's really sad I never really got to find a true stick-by-me buddy in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Friends move on.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if I'm the only one who bothers to reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm so damn out of place, so damn unhappy in poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-115216388323526681?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/115216388323526681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=115216388323526681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115216388323526681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115216388323526681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/07/twisted-strap.html' title='Twisted strap.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-115087005248730991</id><published>2006-06-21T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:07:32.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;21st June 06; Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whoooo finally I get the time to update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been working non-stop for the past 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After working at Fish n Co in the afternoon I rush to work in the evening at Liquid Kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's been 12pm-3am nonstop, for the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FINALLY I get to sleep in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Common test was pretty much screwed for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The only paper I have confidence in getting A is OB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Econs? Definitely a fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Damn dead laaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Realised the other day that the most fun part in Life is while I'm still a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't imagine how life would turn out to be after I start working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Horrid. -shudders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH OH Lin Junjie's concert this Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ladeeda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay that just reminds me that school's starting on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;DAMN IT.&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/7532608-115087005248730991?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/115087005248730991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=115087005248730991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115087005248730991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/115087005248730991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/06/work.html' title='Work.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114948377163322786</id><published>2006-06-05T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:10:03.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Tests.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;5th June 06; Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Common test week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had OB (Organisational Behaviour) paper today.&lt;br /&gt;Daaamn easy.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can score an A for it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;CIP (some random computing thingy) paper tomorrow and I'm pretty much screwed if I don't start studying by..3pm?&lt;br /&gt;AH what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any good makan place to introduce to me?&lt;br /&gt;Preferably a restaurant. Al fresco dining, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Any part of Singapore is okay with me. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My phone's spoilt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My entire LCD screen's blank when my phone's turned on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That means I can't see a damn thing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanna change phone but I don't know what to change to. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky how fast time passes.&lt;br /&gt;HALF OF 2006 IS ALREADY GONE!! =(&lt;br /&gt;Damn sickening la.&lt;br /&gt;WHY SO FAAAAAST.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooo I suddenly realise I've been working at Fishy for about..7months?&lt;br /&gt;Woooooh.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go hunt for a new job soon though.&lt;br /&gt;Liquid Kitchen's like. My manager didn't contact me for my schedule the past 3 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly survive on a pay of $4.50/hr.&lt;br /&gt;After my tests are over am gonna go job hunting!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna join? Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-114948377163322786?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114948377163322786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114948377163322786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114948377163322786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114948377163322786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/06/common-tests.html' title='Common Tests.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114854149609540037</id><published>2006-05-25T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:23:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offshoulder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;25th May 06; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekly-blogging-during-lecture entry again.&lt;br /&gt;Chee Png's birthday yesterday and I couldn't make it for dinner with them.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Chee. Happy 17th Birthday! Be a good boy eh? Lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Bakerzin at One Fullerton last night to celebrate the FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;It was. A dinner to remember.&lt;br /&gt;The ambience was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The food was not bad too. The desserts were just heavenly la.&lt;br /&gt;My dream of eating by the river/waters came true. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so special when I was led in without knowing that he made a reservation already.&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really express openly, but..I honestly feel so much so much more appreciated than I ever felt before.&lt;br /&gt;This is so much so much so much so much so much so much so much better than the previous.&lt;br /&gt;Ladeeda am a happy happy happy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought an off-shoulder top on Monday and it's already loose at the shoulder area. =(&lt;br /&gt;Far east quality = lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh exams are next next week!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal hard next week.&lt;br /&gt;This is all so scary, attending poly common tests for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooo lecture's done already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and you're the best I've ever had. =)&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/7532608-114854149609540037?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114854149609540037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114854149609540037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114854149609540037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114854149609540037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/05/offshoulder.html' title='Offshoulder.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114776294946184952</id><published>2006-05-16T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:03:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats lecture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th May 06; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Think I'm gonna make it a routine to blog during lectures, though it's slightly scary to be blogging when the people next to you and behind you can read what you're blogging about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HELLO TO THE PEOPLE BEHIND AND NEXT TO ME, IN CASE YOU'RE READING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it's the 4th week of school already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Common test's on the 7th week. It's freaky how fast time passes when it doesn't really seem to be passing by? Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;People say Year 1 isn't hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If 3 projects and homework aren't considered hectic, then I'll probably drop dead in Year 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention? Touch Rugby's really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanna join it as a cca. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just hope the training isn't too strenuous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Ntss the other day to collect my O Levels cert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kinda miss the school life actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love-hate relationship I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Miss Chua Wanxin's playing some weird game on her laptop again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We two are horrible children, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nearly every lecture you'll find me bloggingfriendsteringmsningyahooauctionsing and she's playing some game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have this feeling if she reads this entry she'll protest and say that I influence her or something.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. =D&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/7532608-114776294946184952?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114776294946184952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114776294946184952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114776294946184952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114776294946184952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/05/stats-lecture.html' title='Stats lecture.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114672439071440620</id><published>2006-05-04T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:33:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;4th Mar 06; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh I really love whoever who created the concept of wireless.&lt;br /&gt;In Oral Business Communication lecture now and 3/4 of the people aren't listening at all.&lt;br /&gt;I pity the lecturer though.&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmmm. It's been the 2nd week of school already and I still can't adjust to the fact that I HAVE to sit down and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in my tutorial class do their homework before going for class.&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;I do it on the laptop during class.&lt;br /&gt;How horrible is that?&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can cope if I were to join a cca.&lt;br /&gt;Cca+work+school+time for loved ones = NO TIME FOR MYSELF?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I'll be able to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna end up sacrificing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For NP we have this thing called Sports and Wellness, which is like PE.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Fencing, but in the end I got TOUCH RUGBY.&lt;br /&gt;Baaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't turn out to be too strenuous.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll take up Fencing as a cca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't feel so guilty for not listening in class.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour's playing Pokemon and my other neighbour's WATCHING someone play Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-114672439071440620?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114672439071440620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114672439071440620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114672439071440620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114672439071440620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/05/campus.html' title='Campus.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114611996515406717</id><published>2006-04-27T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:46:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Apr 06; Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seething with anger right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected that you really turn out to be so childish and screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Towards me, you're like "oh I'm sorry I regret what I did".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Behind me? You give others the impression that it's my fault I'm the bad guy I'm the one who screwed up the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY SAID "I DON'T WANNA COMMIT" AND I'M ALSO NOT THE ONE WHO GOT TOGETHER WITH ANOTHER PERSON SO SOON AFTER A BREAKUP?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I had actually wanted to get back with you so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can't believe that I was so stupid to think you could be someone I could honestly be happy with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can't believe I sacrificed family time, friends time and made horrible decisions for this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can't believe I thought you were really serious with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you tell me right from the start that you were not gonna be serious with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why make me go through 6 months of thinking that you were serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm not saying it's ALL your fault, but the point is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO MAKE ME SEEM LIKE THE BAD GUY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I WASTED MY TIME, EFFORT AND FEELINGS ON YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-114611996515406717?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114611996515406717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114611996515406717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114611996515406717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114611996515406717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/04/screw-off.html' title='Screw off.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114555185892474359</id><published>2006-04-21T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:57:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th Apr 06; Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wooooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had bAoc for the past 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;bAoc = School of Business and Accountancy Orientation Camp 06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't know why they call it a camp when we didn't even stay over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wasn't exactly veeeeeeeeeeeeeery fun la, but overall it was okay I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just wish I that I was in a more enthusiastic group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BOMBASTIC MOMBASA 6 ALL THE WAY! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This year's theme was different dance festivals from different countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mine's an African tribal dance festival or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really love Amy's group la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Theirs is about masquerades, so everything's more classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Daaaaaaamn cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really don't wanna start school la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Checked my timetable. I have school from 9am-3pm on Mon+Tue, 9am-11am on Wed, 10am-4pm on Thurs and 8am-11am on Fri. Oh but for 1st week of school I only need to go for lectures, so..I get to go school at 2pm for 1 hour for most of the days. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know my timetable's not very packed la, but.. I just can't get used to the fact that I'M GONNA START STUDYING AGAIN AFTER 5MONTHS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BAH. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm gonna have to start making new friends, getting used to a new environment and worrying over what to wear every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND I have to wake up at 930am tomorrow for cca day and I don't wanna go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But if I don't go, I don't know what cca to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE POLYYYYY ANYMOREEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL fancy that, me saying I don't like poly when I haven't even started school. -snorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;bA school is full of primary school friends and some cheenabongs. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm wondering whether I should have taken FSV instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wonder how the people in there are like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At least I'll know most of them because there are only around 80 in that course, whereas for Business we have 280 students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know I'm being a brat with all these whining and complaints, but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't know la. I'll just have to wait and see how things will really work out to be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH and YES I'm sorry for being a kuku by saying this, but...I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'M LYING ON MY BED WHILE TYPING THIS POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I LOVE WIRELESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;IT'S DAMN COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT my bloody laptop's screwing up already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fu*kkkkkkkkk la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Acer really sucks afterall. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gonna ask them for a replacement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am looking forward for next Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;NOT because school's starting, but because there's gonna be a Fish n Co Wheelock + Thesimplelife chalet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's so cool can? A chalet with your work friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Once in a lifetime thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait. =D&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/7532608-114555185892474359?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114555185892474359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114555185892474359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114555185892474359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114555185892474359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/04/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114477717051750482</id><published>2006-04-12T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:45:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;11th April 06; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I hate it when it's one of those times where I feel left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So many friends are either in JC or still in Ntss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And me? Caught up in my worklife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After awhile people will just slowly lose contact with you because you're constantly working and you can't go out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But when you're free, they aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And that's when I feel left behind (in an odd sense).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's hard to describe exactly how I feel la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just feel that I'm missing out on a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That sucks. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, school starts in about 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not really that looking forward to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My laptop's still not here yet! Baaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Met Shar Soon Yunhao the other day in Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Miss those crazy people. IF YOU GIRLS ARE READING THIS, PLEASE RECONFIRM WHETHER WE'RE GOING OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Work at Liquid Kitchen is so much more relaxed compared to Fish n Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The smoke really sucks though. REAAAAAAAALLY bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT the pay's so damn good, how can I resist? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Met Yvee at Bugis the other day too.Miss you girl! Come out with the rest of the fubus soon lehhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really wanna keep in touch with sec sch friends, because they are the ones who sort of grew up with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Among so many friends from everywhere, they probably are the ones who know you the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhh nostalgia.&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/7532608-114477717051750482?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114477717051750482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114477717051750482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114477717051750482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114477717051750482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/04/sighhhhh.html' title='Sighhhhh'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114414859552355348</id><published>2006-04-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:03:15.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 APRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;4th April 06; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's APRIL already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;School's starting in TWENTY days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't wait for the arrival of my ACER 3282!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Think it's coming next Monday or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ladeeda. No more borrowing of Teresa's laptop! (Teresa, you must be damn happy =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So hmmm. I got another job at Liquid Kitchen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's just opposite my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So happy that I finally got a better-paying job. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully the environment will be a nice place to work in, though it's a smoke-filled place. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pros and cons of working at a bar/restaurant/cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to Steven's house the other day for his mini farewell party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Didn't send him off the next day because I had to go pray. (Qing Ming Jie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So sadddddd. I'll miss him. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-114414859552355348?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114414859552355348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114414859552355348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114414859552355348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114414859552355348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/04/4-april.html' title='4 APRIL'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114357682374807143</id><published>2006-03-29T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T04:14:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freeopendiary's effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;28th Mar 05; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just read through my freeopendiary and I don't really quite know how to feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Half of the entries made me go "OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I TYPED THAT WAY I SHOULD HAVE JUST BANGED MY HEAD AND DIE" while the other half made me go "Huh you mean I actually felt that way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Den hor I dunno y I type lyk dat last time lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pretty hilarious yet horrifying at the same time, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Guess it's all part and parcel of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's always the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At different points of your life you think that you're pretty matured already, but NO you are so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you read back you'll definitely go "oh man I was so childish!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm sure come 2 years, I'll be thinking that way when I read through my previous blog entries. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I honestly think whoever who came up with the first love theory was a (andIquoteTeresa) "prophet" of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really miss 2003, after reading through my freeopendiary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That was the year where everything screwed up, but at the same time, the year that I developed one particular bittersweet memory that still spread warmth through me whenever I am reminded of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-mistyeyed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, went to Np today with Wanxin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We were supposed to go down and take a look at the various laptops offered this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll most probably get Acer, although I know IBM's definitely better in terms of durability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Dell and Lenovo salespeople were damn aggressive, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So scary. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I guess I'm not that psyched about school reopening as much as I was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Overwhelmed by the thoughts of facing study materials again (after such a long break) and learning to adjust to a new environment while making new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and not forgetting to mention, the thought of spending more cash to get new clothes for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm definitely a person who rather wear school uniform la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who knows, maybe I'll get so sick of deciding what to wear one fine day and I'll just dress in FBT+my bro's Catholic High PE shirt. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-114357682374807143?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114357682374807143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114357682374807143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114357682374807143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114357682374807143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/03/freeopendiarys-effect.html' title='freeopendiary&apos;s effect'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114313480026897962</id><published>2006-03-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T02:43:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughtsafterthoughtsafterthoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;23rd Mar 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten that feeling that you wished your ex gf/bf didn't mean so much to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That whatever they might put for nicks/friendster/anywhere public won't make you go, "I wonder why is he/she is feeling that way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And from that initial thought leads to other stuff like "Okay is he/she interested in someone else?" or "Sigh I wish I knew why but alas, we aren't together anymore so how should I ask what's up? Or should I even bother asking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It frustrates me not that whether he might be interested in someone else (okay, maybe a little), but more of why I get so bothered/affected whenever such a thing happens when really, he doesn't give a shit/doesn't give as much care about what's happening in your life right now than you care about what's going on in his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND who am I to care about what's up with him? Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think it's just screwed up to feel screwed up about something that you shouldn't be affected by so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet here I am feeling that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I've been thinking a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout my life, I haven't exactly been a smart girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah so I made it to EM1 in primary school, but so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I ended up in Ntss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thought I would learn my lesson after PSLE, but no, I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Secondary school was worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I didn't study for my upper secondary school life at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah so I pia-ed for Os at the end, but so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I didn't make my mom proud of me, did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I know there are some of you who are going "wtf is her problem she did okay for os what she didn't exactly get into the course she really wanted but she got into a good/decent course didn't she? she should just shut the hell up".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I understand how you feel because I feel the same way about those who did better than me but still complain, but..that's just the way it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Different people have different expectations for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But while I'm regretting for not studying harder right from the beginning, it occurs to me that all I can do to improve myself is to make sure I study hard and well in poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Financial matters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So I've been working for the past 4 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I earned my own money and stopped taking allowance from my mom, but did I manage my money well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I wish that I didn't waste money on unneccessary things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll definitely be much richer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I really wish that I don't have to worry about my poly fees and laptop fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There are times when I really feel that it's unfair how people don't have to care about saving money, or how they don't have to mind about the price tag of a certain item they want because anyhow, there's always dad to pay for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet I have to bear in mind that I'll have to worry after dining at a restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now of course I know there are many people out there who are in worse situations than me, but..that's just the way it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Different people have different mindsets because of how their lives are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But while I'm feeling frustrated over money matters, it occurs to me that the only way to worry less is to work harder and manage my money better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I have to admit, I've become skeptical of relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm not being one of those "omg I don't dare to love again because he hurt me so much", but rather, the breakup got me thinking, what makes me think that the next guy is gonna be really suitable for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He might just end up falling for someone else, or finding out that he isn't that interested in me afterall, or I'm just not good enough for him, or...there are so many possibilities of us just breaking up in just a quick snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm sick of breakups. It's not that I've been through many of them, but they make me sick because I hate how fked up one makes me feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't wanna always be the one who feels fked up while the other party doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah okay so I'm scared of breakups now, and in turn, that's making me skeptical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And while typing all these, it occurs to me that I should just learn from past mistakes and not rush into the next relationship without understanding the guy inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;People always say move on and learn from mistakes but I never really got the gist of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I understand that statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It really applies to everything that I regret about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;From education to financial stuff to relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So I might still feel fked up over certain matters, but I guess I finally get the point that since I'm going into a new chapter of my life, I should just make use of it and start anew and stop having a selfish mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I should just learn to be a better daughter. A better sister. A better friend. A better gf (for the next relationship).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Be a better me by being more rational, more clear-headed, more &lt;strong&gt;sensible&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And most importantly, to learn not to make stupid mistakes that I'll live to regret for.&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/7532608-114313480026897962?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114313480026897962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114313480026897962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114313480026897962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114313480026897962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/03/thoughtsafterthoughtsafterthoughts.html' title='thoughtsafterthoughtsafterthoughts'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114231939781903301</id><published>2006-03-14T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:57:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th Mar 05; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Another day, another 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be at work now but decided to let my colleague take over my shift.&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 1 month and 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for NP to open its doors for me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't go to work I have nothing to do and in turn, I'll go mad just staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't thoroughly decided which course to choose.&lt;br /&gt;But most probably I'll take Business Studies, even though there are a number of people who are telling me to take FSV instead because Business is too general/common.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree Business might be very general but taking Business will enable me to work in nearly every industry.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if I were to take FSV, I can only take jobs related to media.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's a safe net to fall in or not.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, FSV is a bitchy course. Too competitive for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't regret taking Business Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been just work, work and dinners with Teresa Png. Lol. =D&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Fish and Co yesterday for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Was absolutely stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;Think I won't quit this job anytime soon la.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I might complain it being stressful, it's still..a pleasant environment to work in.&lt;br /&gt;BUT if anyone has any job with a better pay to recommend, tell me k?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna earn as much as I can before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school again, I'm really curious to know how poly life is.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that the guys there aren't all cheenabongs. I sure don't wanna date one. =X&lt;br /&gt;Watched Graduation on Mtv the other day and I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how secondary school life passed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gonna be caught up in their own poly/jc lives real soon.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time and learn to appreciate sec 4 more.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man the nostalgia is hitting me real badly now.&lt;br /&gt;I'M MISSING ALL OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-114231939781903301?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114231939781903301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114231939781903301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114231939781903301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114231939781903301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-day.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114153409100694614</id><published>2006-03-05T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:48:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressedddddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Mar 05; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You know, I never really realised that there were different categories of breakup songs (until now, that is).&lt;br /&gt;You have the "I want you back in my life because I can't live without you" songs, then the "I don't need you back, you asshole" songs, the "I want you to know how miserable I've been feeling" songs, the "I'm sorry for hurting you but I don't feel anything anymore" and finally, the "I really wish I could have you back here but I know there's no way we can be together again and all I can do/should do is to get over you and find someone else better" songs.&lt;br /&gt;Lately there have been 4 songs that fit those categories perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;"We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey.  "Don't Bother" by Shakira. "Don't Love You No More (I'm Sorry)" by Craig David. "Behind These Hazel Eyes" by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found one that suits the last category yet though.&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;I really have to stop listening to depressing songs that aren't even appropriate for me right now. ='(&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/7532608-114153409100694614?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114153409100694614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114153409100694614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114153409100694614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114153409100694614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/03/depressedddddddd.html' title='depressedddddddd'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114140643576253901</id><published>2006-03-04T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:21:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd Mar 05; Friday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So JAE postings are out and I got into Business Studies at NP.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, of course, but at the same time, I got into Film, Sound and Video at NP through JPSAE.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea which one I should choose.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like choosing between Mass Com and Hospitality (if I was ever given the chance, that is).&lt;br /&gt;Either media-related business or business-business.&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me when is the dateline to reject either course? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I really don't know how things can go totally downhill within a space of one/two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I really, really, really, really, really wish for things to work out eventually.....&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever happen to be reading this,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;want you to know that I really am not trying to be selfish here.&lt;br /&gt;I just honestly think that we should give us a final shot.&lt;br /&gt;If things STILL don't work out no matter how hard we might try,&lt;br /&gt;then I'll finally...let go.&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/7532608-114140643576253901?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114140643576253901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114140643576253901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114140643576253901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114140643576253901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh.html' title='sigh...........'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114102001709156255</id><published>2006-02-27T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:00:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Feb 05; Monday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay time really passes damn bloody fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today's 27th FEB 2006 already. How screwed up is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Thank you my dear friends who left sweet notes at my tagboard. I'm fine already. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm just really hoping everything will eventually turn out fine, and not as a case of de javu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hmmm just came back from interview at NP for FSV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Damn sad. Thought I was shortlisted for interview for MCM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't think I'll get it anyway. Screwed it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait for JAE results to be out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Really hope I can get into Business at NP/Tourism and Resort Management at NP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All that aside, Adriano Huang of Campus Superstar is damn cute AND his voice rocksssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. First it was Jue Dui Superstar, now it's Campus Superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Madness again. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-114102001709156255?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114102001709156255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114102001709156255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114102001709156255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114102001709156255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/02/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114054062278705494</id><published>2006-02-22T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:59:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st Feb 06; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't give a hoot if I'm plastering my feelings all over in public now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just want you to know that you broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cliche I know, but it's as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;As much as that's happening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I still wish for you to realise that you want me back.&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/7532608-114054062278705494?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114054062278705494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114054062278705494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114054062278705494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114054062278705494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-114038630663553153</id><published>2006-02-20T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T06:02:30.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;19th Jan 06; Sunday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I lost it all.&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/7532608-114038630663553153?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/114038630663553153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=114038630663553153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114038630663553153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/114038630663553153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/02/over.html' title='Over.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113988786788502543</id><published>2006-02-14T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:33:04.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAAAAAAAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;14th Feb 05; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I CAN'T DECIDE ON HOW TO RANK MY CHOICES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;IT'S TUESDAY MORNING AND I HAVE ONLY A DAY LEFT TO DECIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY CAN'T MOE GIVE US MORE TIME TO THINK?!&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/7532608-113988786788502543?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113988786788502543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113988786788502543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113988786788502543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113988786788502543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/02/baaaaaaah.html' title='BAAAAAAAH'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113929520339300413</id><published>2006-02-07T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:14:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;7th Feb 05; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Another week has wizzed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I always knew Fridays were bad days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Results are coming out this coming one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You can totally expect mayhem and tears and people screaming bloody murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay that last part was dramaoverkill. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But in any case, just screw the damn day la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm already preparing to bring 5 packs of tissue or something. If not enough, there's always that sexy uncle in stall 1 with his supply of 20cents tissue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh-so-fking-ughish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway with all the results talk aside, went out with Mr Peh to celebrate something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ate at Seoul Garden and watched Fun With Dick And Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's not that nice afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and I finally got my Incanto Dream!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank youuuuuuu. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After work yesterday met Teresa and we ate Seoul Garden (yet again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then we proceeded to KBOX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The last time I went to Kbox was during the Talentime period, so..it's no wonder why I was full of energy last night. Ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Left my phone in the toilet la. Thank God some kind soul picked it up and was in Kbox too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After that we went Swensens! AND then we walked all the way from Orchard to Bukit Timah. WOO. Great exercise, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So Valentines' Day is coming up. Fish n Co's having a "promo": $25.90+++ per person and you'll get a starter, main course, drink and dessert. I'm like, isn't Valentines' Day a couple day? Shouldn't they come up with a promo that involves TWO people, not ONE? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Still thinking of what to get to make the purrrfect present. Ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Singapore Idol auditions are this Saturday! Not that I'm ever gonna join la. Oh wait that answers your question, Amanda. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't do English songs. It's just..uncomfortable for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Besides, Chinese songs are better because 1) you must be proud of your roots (LOL) 2) they aren't sky-rockingly high to need a diva/powerhouse to belt them out (Most English songs are horribly high, except for Britney's or something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So. English songs are just not suitable for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But just imagine if I really were to join SG Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Since it's just a day after O Level results, I'll probably still be bloody depressed and I'll probably start tearing at the slightest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll probably be crying halfway through my song and the judges will be so moved they think I'm emotionally connected with music and pick me for the second round of auditions. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now that's. Pre-Olevelresults-hysteria. =)&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/7532608-113929520339300413?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113929520339300413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113929520339300413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113929520339300413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113929520339300413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/02/ugh.html' title='UGH.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113861696415792989</id><published>2006-01-30T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:29:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;30th Jan 05; Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not that it's a very happy one for me, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Somehow I managed to fall sicksicksick during this period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh-so-cool eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just imagine, everyone gorging themselves with goodies while I'm sitting at the corner, blowing my nose like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes it's a de javu case of Diane Lim having a horrible cold once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This time it's coupled with a headache, a sore throat and rubbery legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What the heck. At least I won't get to gorge myself with goodies (which in turn, equals to putting on less weight!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ahahaha. The medicine's starting to get into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Didn't get a lot of ang baos this year because my family did a whole lot less visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But then again, I managed to gain a lot more than my siblings. Totally..overwhelmed. (Code mood lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Somehow 2006's CNY is so..not CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The festive mood seems to be missing. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maybe it's because our results are out next week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh. Just that thought is able to induce tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Screw the results laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. =(&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/7532608-113861696415792989?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113861696415792989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113861696415792989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113861696415792989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113861696415792989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='Cny.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113817001063944362</id><published>2006-01-25T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:05:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BSB!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;25th Jan 05; Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;EVERYBODY YEAHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ROCK YOUR BODY YEAHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;EVERYBODY YEAHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ROCK YOUR BODY RIGGGGGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BACKSTREET'S BACK (ALRIGHT)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I love Bsb I love Bsb I love Bsb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to watch their concert last night. DAMN nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Their vocals are just..flawless. Really good band too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Started their concert off with The Call and they ended it with Incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm so glad I went to watch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's so rare for them to pop by Singapore. The last time they were in Sg? When I was p1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll probably stay as a fan of theirs foreverrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bsb's really the most influential boyband and the only one still surviving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Truly worth every cent that I've spent on them. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The only booooooooooooooohoooooooooooo thing was that Mr Peh forgot to bring his cam (!!!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll just have to count on my memories. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cny's just around the corner! Somehow I'm not looking forward to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maybe it's because that means our results are nearing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And that rumour about scoring above 15 if you don't get some letter from MOE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My sis just told me that during her year 2 of her friends received the letter too, BUT they scored above 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So I say..screw that letter thingy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I seriously wish I could turn back time to watch Bsb again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And to remind Mr Peh to bring his cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Booooohoooo. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll neverrr breaaak yourrr hearrrrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As lonng as youuu lovee meeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And loveee iss all I haveee to givee&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/7532608-113817001063944362?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113817001063944362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113817001063944362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113817001063944362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113817001063944362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/01/bsb.html' title='BSB!!'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113758401573351840</id><published>2006-01-18T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:47:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;18th Jan 05; Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/kf1c00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Thrashing On Absolute Nothingness by Diane oh-so-fkedup Lim"&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/7532608-113758401573351840?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113758401573351840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113758401573351840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113758401573351840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113758401573351840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/01/fked-up.html' title='Fked up'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113742799899437411</id><published>2006-01-17T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:15:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th Jan 05; Monday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am weary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am fed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't stand this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's seriously disturbing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't like how it feeds unwanted thoughts and suggestions into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cool it off? Or swallow everything down and shut up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is oh-so-wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;And I really wanna stop feeling this way because it's ridiculous, but YOU seem to make me feel worse.&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/7532608-113742799899437411?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113742799899437411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113742799899437411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113742799899437411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113742799899437411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/01/fed-up_17.html' title='Fed up.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113673625363359026</id><published>2006-01-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:04:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th Jan 05; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FINALLY I CAN UPDATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Happy New Year to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My new year resolution's to stop being late. Lol. Hopefully I'll be able to fufill this. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went for the Esplanade countdown on 31st Dec. I have only one word to describe the fireworks: Gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had dim sum lunch at Novotel on Monday! Grandfather's birthday. Reminded me of prom and it really hit me how fast time passes. Sighhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's demoralising to see others go somewhere for 1st 3 months and I'm working instead. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I really, really don't wanna get results back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugggggggggggggggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. I'M NEVER EVER GONNA DRINK FROM THE FRUIT JUICE STALL IN TANGS BASEMENT FOOD COURT AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Their prices are DAMN screwed up, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;One cup of rock melon juice and another cup of honeydew juice cost me SEVEN FIFTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wtf la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gonna watch Bsb's concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll probably stay as one of the goodoldpopishbritneybsbnsync fans forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-113673625363359026?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113673625363359026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113673625363359026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113673625363359026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113673625363359026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113526856076461666</id><published>2005-12-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:22:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tireeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;22nd Dec 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally I have the time to update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been working the past 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But damn tiring and somewhat stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My wrists are breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do you have any idea how heavy the platters are? They seriously are not light, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My supervisor broke his wrists after carrying the platters for some time. Wth la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And somehow I've managed to get 6 bruises, 5 blisters and 3 cuts. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whoo eh. Ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT like I said, it's a fun job. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Working on christmas too! Those who don't have any turkeys to eat at home, come visit me.  (switches to take order mode) We're going to have a christmas promotion, and the ala carte menu will not be available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh LOL totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay anyway. Haven't gotten christmas presents yet. Jialat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sometimes maybe being a guy is better huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't have to crack the brain to decide what to get for who (since guys can't even bother to get anyone presents lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you ask me, chocolates are the best gifts to get for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't think of anyone who will turn down chocolates la. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everywhere's so christmasy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm so bloody SICK of Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas Is You and Britney's My Only Wish This Year because Fish and Co plays the SAME cd EVERYDAY on REPEAT and these 2 songs are in the cd. DAMN &amp;$%*$%@# sick of the songs la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The faster christmas is over, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's still demoralising to hear everyone's going somewhere for 1st 3 months and I'm not. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait for next week to come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THREE more days left THREE more days left THREE more days left!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-113526856076461666?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113526856076461666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113526856076461666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113526856076461666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113526856076461666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/12/tireeed.html' title='Tireeed.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113406084540691338</id><published>2005-12-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:54:05.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT A JOB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;8th Dec 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've got a job!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At Fish and Co in Wheelock Place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Come visit me people. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And no please don't ask me for free food or whatsoever, I HIGHLY doubt I'll be able to get any free food for myself either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The starting pay's low though. Sigh ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to get a better job through the job agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. Haven't been doing anything productive these past 2 weeks, except hunting for a job (which took like 1 day) and every other day's been spent either running over to Pasir Panjang or rotting at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Come to think of it, I can't even remember what I've been doing. Days are passing so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to watch Chicken Little yesterday. NICE! Damn cute la. Wanted to watch Saw 2, but didn't had the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ate waffles at Maestro Bistro in Cine. DAMN nice, I tell you. I sense an addiction to their choco waffles coming up. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At the top of my cravings list is DIM SUM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna eat dim sum I wanna eat dim sum I wanna eat dim sum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Doesn't have to be Crystal Jade la. I just wanna eat nice dim sum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanna eat Fish and Co too. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna eat choco fondue too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been wanting to try fondue for ages. Seems so fun. Ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jack's Place's Lobster soup is on my list too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ooo and Sakae's Soft-shelled crab (and everything else on their menu la) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll never get bored of Sakae. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At the rate I'm craving for all these food, I'm bound to balloon man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeeeee!! Let's go eat Sakae/Fondue soooon. =)&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/7532608-113406084540691338?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113406084540691338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113406084540691338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113406084540691338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113406084540691338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-job.html' title='GOT A JOB!'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-113316781913870420</id><published>2005-11-28T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:11:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Os. Bday. Prom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;28th Nov 05; Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I know this entry is way overdue, but ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MY BDAY'S OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;GRAD NIGHT'S OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's kinda sad actually, now that Os are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not that I wanna wake up and study into the wee hours in the morning all over again, but Os being over equals friends going to different schools. Cliques splitting up. Seeing each other once a year or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's damn sad, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I couldn't wait to get out of Ntss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I don't really wanna leave the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I honestly don't wanna receive my Os results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can totally predict that I'll bawling my guts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But that aside, celebrated my bday with Mr Gungho last Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Watched Just Like Heaven. Didn't turn out that omgsodamnnice a movie after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walked around. Bought my heels for grad night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ate at Jack's Place for dinner. Lobster soup! Crayfish! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to buy a slice of cake from tcc as my bday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to Esplanade after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Was pretty sweet, this 16th birthday of mine. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Grad night wasn't such a blast after all.&lt;br /&gt;The moment the emcee announced that it was time to start dancing, everyone stood up to leave. Like what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;BUT it was still fun la. Took photos and more photos. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Grad night's an expensive thing to invest in though. =/&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stayed over at Raffles The Plaza after that (for free!!), courtesy of Mr John Lim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He's one of the nicest men I've ever met. Thank you Mr Lim!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got some supper with Amy and Hazel and then we headed back to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't know why people wanna go clubbing for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay you people know how I feel about clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So don't sue me for stereotyping it as a not-so-innocent thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thou shall not start ranting on how I feel about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Watched David Tao's concert on Saturday (thanks Teresa!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Was slightly boring, but nonetheless, David Tao's damn, damn good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sent Xiang Yang Nelson Liren Weiliang Suanwee off yesterday at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wish I could be in Hk toooooooooo. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now that I don't have to study anymore (which pretty much equals to rotting everyday), it's time to find a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to secure one with an okay pay.&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/7532608-113316781913870420?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/113316781913870420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=113316781913870420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113316781913870420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/113316781913870420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-of-os-bday-prom.html' title='End Of Os. Bday. Prom.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112868219456903810</id><published>2005-10-07T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:50:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;7th Oct 05; Friday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Woh-ho haven't updated in 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is the last update I'm gonna post until Os are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So prelim results are back and everyone's going "L1R5L1R5L1R5L1R5" "AcjcSajcPjcCjcJjc".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's just prelims. What matters most is the Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have to constantly remind myself that so I won't feel demoralised 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went for Adam Khoo's motivational talk last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wish he had a camp before Os. I'll definitely go man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So after the talk I became motivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And this time the motivation's working because I've been studying like 7 hours a day (like what I have been wanting to do since..June?). This time it's really studying, not talktalknoaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank God for Adam Khoo. He totally motivated me to start studying. He seriously rocks la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Michelle Tan we are so gonna shock everyone. Yes we are yes we are!! -starts chanting-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay anyway. It's been a month and 3 days! Hehehehehehe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Uhhhh okay off to continue amathing.&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/7532608-112868219456903810?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112868219456903810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112868219456903810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112868219456903810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112868219456903810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112678220830102153</id><published>2005-09-15T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:03:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;15th Sep 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yay finally I have the time to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Past 2 weeks had been horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dnt every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had to stay up and rush like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went all over the place yesterday to complete the folio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I really have to thank Mr Gungho Peh for helping meeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank youuuuuuu. =) (even though I HIGHLY doubt you'll see this but oh well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally it's over. BUT my folio's damn incomplete. OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway I totally screwed my English prelims up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So bloody fking dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Prelims are a week away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Os are..1-2 months away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm damn scared now the pressure's getting more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gonna be a good girl and use the com only if I really have to. Or just once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went out to celebrate Teresa's birthday last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ate at Fish &amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;NO wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WAS halfway through eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then my lovely friends decided to ask me to sing a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LIKE WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So after much shoving and persuasion I relented and sang a small little part as a birthday dedication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then when we went back to our seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ALL OF OUR FOOD WAS GONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;THE WAITRESS HAPPILY CLEARED OUR PLATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN MY PRAWNSSQUIDSFISHRICEFRIES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Damn sad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BAH oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A new beginning for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No more bashingthewallsgettingallmoodyoversomeonewhodidn'tevenfeelthesamewayforme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am really happy but okay STUDIES COME FIRST I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Off to study, then. =)&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/7532608-112678220830102153?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112678220830102153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112678220830102153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112678220830102153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112678220830102153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112581278010909352</id><published>2005-09-04T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:46:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Sep 05; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Woohoooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haven't updated for a week but somehow, it feels like a month or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The miracle I was hoping for came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was damn shocked when I heard my name being announced la. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have to thank all those who made the banner, who cheered for me, who gave me their support throughout my performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love you guys. ALL. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I truly am touched. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. Went out after Teachers' Day Celebration to Coffee Club at Holland for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ate their slipper lobster pasta and woh-ho, it's niceeeeeee. (Though I couldn't really taste a damn thing since my nose is STILL stuffed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went home to bathe and went out again to town with that gang of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Watched Red Eye and I wasted my money (yet) again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Played pool after dinner. Oh no wait. TRIED playing pool. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I S-U-C-K at pool btw. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After school on Friday Sk Sharlene Cp Xy and I went to Steven's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HIS HOUSE IS GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hereby declare that Glentrees is my favourite condo in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's BLOODY nice, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We were supposed to study but we ended up eating. And eating. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Did do a few Maths questions, then it was time to send Sk and Xy out to the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sharlene Cp and I stayed for dinner, and we watched cartoons together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bonding session eh. Sweet. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Played mahjong (=X) after that and stupid Cp just kept winning. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went home after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went for pool session (again) last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At least I'm improving. Hope I'll continue improving. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everything's been a blurrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been on cloud nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hope I don't have to come down anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT I guess I have to, considering the fact that PRELIMS ARE JUST A WEEK/TWO WEEKS AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Somebody shoot me.&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/7532608-112581278010909352?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112581278010909352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112581278010909352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112581278010909352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112581278010909352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/09/blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='A blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112524316514953919</id><published>2005-08-28T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:33:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sicccccccccccck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;28th Aug 05; Sunday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So my body decides to break down just THREE days before talentime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have a horrible cold, a dry cough, a bloody itchy throat and a bloody fking ulcer in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Baaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't smile for more than a few seconds, because my face will start to contort in pain thanks to the damn ulcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I sound like a frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Croak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Talentime's on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rehearsal's on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I seriously have no idea how on earth I can get perfectly well before Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maybe the ulcer+cold+cough will give me an ultra sexy voice on that day and I'll blow everyone away with my performance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-snorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I'm being damn bloody lame but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. Went to study group yesterday but this time it seriously wasn't productive at all. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went for dinner in town after that. Played some games with the guys. We had to give an answer straightaway when it's our turn. When the topic was "Boyband songs", Chee Png actually said "You're my fire". I was like wtf is you're my fire?! Then Cp went "The backstreet boys song la" then Steven said "Ya got such song". Kathe Xy and I were like "Hello that's not the title?!" THEN Kathe (with a hell lot of confidence) said "The title is You're my desire la!!" Xy and I looked at each other and we started laughing our asses off. In case you didn't know, the song they were talking about is I WANT IT THAT WAY. Totally LOL-ish or what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We went to watch Must Love Dogs after that. The movie's boring, I tell you. Don't bother wasting your money on it. Boring with a capital B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Prelims are..2 weeks away. *#^&amp;amp;$%-ing FABULOUS.&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/7532608-112524316514953919?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112524316514953919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112524316514953919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112524316514953919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112524316514953919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/08/sicccccccccccck.html' title='sicccccccccccck.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112455402640180699</id><published>2005-08-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:23:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;20th Aug 05; Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everything's been a blur the past whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Junyang actually got out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HE. HONG JUNYANG. GOT OUT OF THE COMPETITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WTF is the world coming to??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Singaporeans are so, so, so @^#$^$%*$%-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I saw the screen rest at Junyang I was so damn happy. THEN it had to change to Wei Lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And normally I laugh at those idiots who cry when their idols get out, but I became one of those idiots (just that I'm not some cheenabonglian and at least Junyang's not a complete-no-relation-stranger to me) on Thursday night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And for the record, NO I am NOT in the fan club. ALL who supported Junyang had to wear yellow (including his family). Junyang's sister is my sister's good friend, and I got to go for the live recordings because I support Junyang and she gave me the tickets for the live recordings. Now that you know,  please STOP asking whether I'm in the fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So that's the first "blur" to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I actually got through the audition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT I seriously find it unfair that only one graduating student is in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The teachers should have allowed more graduating people??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I mean hello, it's our last year in the school. The rest can try again next year or something. At least allow 3 more or something la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bahhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now the rest of the blurs are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sighhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There is only a word I can use: Seesaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Try deciphering. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. Soon, Cp, Xy and I went to Pizza Hut yesterday and it was simply hilarious to see Cp eating a pizza with no toppings. Plain pizza, yes? Hahaha. Went for study session today at Harbourfront and it wasn't exactly very successful. Lol. SA! SA! SA! FAN SA! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My blog skin's screwed up. The background's gone. I seriously can't find the original. Sigh oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Prelims are..3 weeks away? Fabulowso.&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/7532608-112455402640180699?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112455402640180699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112455402640180699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112455402640180699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112455402640180699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/08/blur.html' title='Blur.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112342137631443547</id><published>2005-08-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:29:36.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know, like wtf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th Aug 05; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to watch Dim Sum Dollies - Singapore's Most Wanted! yesterday night at the Esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's the best play I've ever watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No wonder everyone loves the play. If I were rich I'll go watch it again. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. Gonna catch Charlie and The Chocolate Factory with some of the e4/3 girls tomorrow. Can't wait. Johnny Depp's a really good actor, I tell you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I guess I give people the impression that I blow up at the slightest thing. Yea so I do have little tolerance for immature people, but that doesn't mean I EXPLODE at every slightest thing. I'm not some serious emoshit, for God's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of us need more love? Or rather, some of us need an attitude adjustment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-112342137631443547?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112342137631443547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112342137631443547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112342137631443547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112342137631443547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-like-wtf.html' title='you know, like wtf?'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112262317492686925</id><published>2005-07-29T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:31:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEI CHOOOOOONG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;29th July 05; Friday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to the live results show of Project Superstar last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Was DAMN happy when Junyang got in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But when I heard Jason getting in instead of Wei Choong, I was (and still am) totally "WTF?!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't hate Jason; neither do I dislike him. In fact, I find him pretty good-looking and his voice is, well, so-so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT he's DEFINITELY NOT good enough to stay in the semi-finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He's gone the furthest he can already in the competition (or maybe way over limit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If he continues to stay, he's depriving a better contestant from staying in the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WEI CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So damn wasted laaaaa. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. I've managed to jump from a F9 to a B3 for amaths!!! Damn happy. =D In fact, I'm actually beginning to enjoy doing amaths. (Some topics, that is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My sis has banned me from the com from 1st Aug onwards. She's got a password for the account now. Baaah. I'll probably get to use the com once in 2 weeks or something. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well. It's good for me anyway. Now it's goodbye com, hello textbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1 month to prelims!!&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/7532608-112262317492686925?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112262317492686925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112262317492686925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112262317492686925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112262317492686925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/07/wei-choooooong.html' title='WEI CHOOOOOONG.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112195834513928279</id><published>2005-07-21T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:27:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday YeeYee Xiao Jie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;21st July 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YEEYEE XIAO JIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed yourself today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Let's both see each other in NP k? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Baked and brought a cake to school today for partner. The candles went out twice la, while I was walking towards the table. Hahaha. Mdm Valli was. Let's just say she so coincidentally hung around long enough to get a piece of cake. -_- OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went out with some e4/3 people today to town to celebrate Si Jia's birthday. Watched The Island. IT ROCKS. SERIOUSLY. Damn nice, I tell you. Haven't watched a GOOD movie in a long time man. Ethan Hawke might be wrinkly, but he's actually not bad in terms of looks. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After the movie some went home and the remaining went for dinner. Took photos! Shared a cab home with Si Jia and Wanxin after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;OH I PASSED MY AMATHS TEST FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!! WHOOOOOOO. Wish I studied harder though. Oh well. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went for Lin Junjie's "talking+performing session" at NP on Tuesday. Some girls seriously cannot make it, I tell you. They scream and scream and scream like there's no tomorrow and go all "CAN I HAVE A HUG?" before throwing themselves into his arms. Like seriously -_-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Leon's outttttt. Sighhhhhhh. Now when I think about it, I support him more than Derrick. Sighhhhhhhhh. Both are really good singers anyway. If you ask me, Jason shouldn't be in the semi-finals at all. Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Time passes really fast. 14 weeks left to Os, and around 8 weeks to Prelims. Sigh.&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/7532608-112195834513928279?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112195834513928279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112195834513928279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112195834513928279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112195834513928279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-yeeyee-xiao-jie.html' title='Happy Birthday YeeYee Xiao Jie!!'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112114937417030083</id><published>2005-07-12T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:25:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constipated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;12th July 05; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"abnormally delayed or infrequent passage of usually dry hardened feces"&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm constipated for real.&lt;br /&gt;Have been getting pains in my stomach the past whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the worst man.&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt the feeling of can't hold your bowels anymore but you can't pass a damn thing out??&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's how bad I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see doctor just now and he prescribed some water that tastes like glue water or something.&lt;br /&gt;U-G-H.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the 2nd round of guys on Project Superstar!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to watchhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like Derrick anymore anyway (he's attached so it feels weird to be "infatuated" with him).&lt;br /&gt;I still love his voice though. =)&lt;br /&gt;I like Wei Chong now. He's not the best singer, but his personality attracts me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Junyang's, as usual, one of my favourites. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hope Chanel gets out of the girls' round.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand her. =)&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/7532608-112114937417030083?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112114937417030083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112114937417030083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112114937417030083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112114937417030083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/07/constipated.html' title='Constipated.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112075482554895344</id><published>2005-07-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:47:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;7th July 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm really, really, really glad that Junyang got in into the semi-finals of Project Superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank you so so much to those who helped vote for him. I love you guys. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm wondering why on earth did DERRICK GET OUT INSTEAD OF JASON?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Derrick's voice, without a doubt, is definitely better than Jason's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Derrick's. REALLY good-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jason is good looking too, but his voice is really not as good as Derrick's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm not being bias nor judgmental, but really..Derrick should stay instead of Jason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There's always the "Revivial Round".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Really glad that Kelly went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't like her. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Off to study for tomorrow's History test.&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/7532608-112075482554895344?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112075482554895344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112075482554895344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112075482554895344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112075482554895344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/07/whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-112032201333577674</id><published>2005-07-03T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:55:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd July 05; Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hereby declare that I'm in love!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;With a guy called Derrick Hoh.&lt;br /&gt;He's.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;-swooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooons-&lt;br /&gt;His voice is FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;He's DAMNNN good-looking (or the majority say, cute).&lt;br /&gt;He totally took my breath away when I heard his voice.&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Been watching the recorded episodes of Project Superstar - Jue Dui Superstar.&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the show.&lt;br /&gt;It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw Initial D's grossed HK $13million already.&lt;br /&gt;That's about... S$2.7million? Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna come online once a week only.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about studyingforolevelsstudyingforolevelsstudyingforolevels now.&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/7532608-112032201333577674?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/112032201333577674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=112032201333577674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112032201333577674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/112032201333577674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love!!'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111954447678504959</id><published>2005-06-24T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:43:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INITIAL D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;23rd June 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Initial D's finally in cinemas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do catch the movie, it's not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to the gala premiere on Tuesday, thanks to Poyan!!! I love her, she gave me the ticket to watch. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. There were like hell lots of people at the Red Carpet Reception and even more in the building itself. The moment Jay went up the escalator, the entire Shaw Centre was filled with screaaaaaaaaaaaaaams. Damn freaky. Haha. Oh and the cast just went from cinema to cinema and posed for photos. They didn't even stay to catch the movie. Oh welllll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to catch the movie AGAIN today. Had no choice because I had already booked the tickets loong time ago and I promised my little girlfriend that I'll go watch with him. Hahahahaha. It was BLOODY irritating in the cinema, I tell you. The girl next to me laughed at EVERYTHING. The not funny bits she also laughed. Her laughter's not polite/sweet, it's irritating la. OH and there were like CHEENAS/BENGS who thought it was funny to laugh and comment LOUDLY at the movie. I shouted shut up to them and they shouted back some #@^*@ words, but at least they shut up. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SCHOOL'S REOPENING SOON!!!! &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111954447678504959?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111954447678504959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111954447678504959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111954447678504959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111954447678504959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/06/initial-d.html' title='INITIAL D.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111902459838311583</id><published>2005-06-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:09:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicorp. Escape. Pool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th June 05; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had a hilarious dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dreamt that I was in some contest and the organisers were asking who wanted to go first in the question-and-answer segment. I hurriedly put up my hand and said "I'll go first because I need to go watch Initial D later". LOL. So my question came, and it was related to Jay. The whooo factor: Jay was one of the judges in the contest and he came up to shake hands with me and ask me the question. Hahaha. Then the dream suddenly shifted to some weird scene where the Best Movie Theme award was given to some person. Jay thought he was gonna win (in reality, he really composed the 2 songs for Initial D) but obviously he didn't so he was pretty crestfallen. Since I was standing next to him, I placed my arm around him to comfort him but yet he said (in chinese) "uh don't touch my shoulder please I just injured it" so I shifted my arm slightly lower instead. LOL. Freaking hilarious I know, BUT nontheless I was smiling like mad when I woke up (since I actually shook hands with him and all that in my dream). Heh. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. Went to the live recording of Jue Dui Superstar on Wednesday night. My sis' good friend's bro is in the top 24, so I went to cheer for him along with 160 other supporters. Lol. I love M5 - Wei Lian. He's the blind person, but his voice is FREAKING GOOD, I tell you. FREAKING GOOD. I was damn touched by him when he sang I Believe at the recording. Think he was touched by himself too, because he was tearing after the song ended. He's really, really good. I'll definitely support him and my sis' friend's bro. Oh btw, my sis' friend's bro is M3 - Junyang. Do support him, his voice is loveeely. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went out with Shar Yunhao Soon Mui Ping Teresa Huishan and Tiffane yesterday. We went to Escape, and I really enjoyed going on the new ride (I have zero idea what it's called though). The new Haunted House was pretty freaky. I grabbed on Mui Ping's shirt so tightly that she couldn't even walk. Hahaha. =D We went to K-Pool at Cineleisure after that. I finally know the bare basics of pool. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to IMM just now with Yeeeeeeee. She's finally back from her China trip and I love her because she bought me Jay stuff and a bag. Thank you my dear partner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Saw the Toyota AE 86 just now at IMM. It looks like the real deal, even though it's not. Oh did you hear? There were 9 8m long Initial D cloth banners/posters hanging outside IMM and 2 got stolen. Each cost $2000 bucks. I saw the remaining few just now and I was so tempted to.. you know. =X BUT I didn't obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Holidays are gonna be over so damn soon. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111902459838311583?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111902459838311583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111902459838311583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111902459838311583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111902459838311583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/06/medicorp-escape-pool.html' title='Medicorp. Escape. Pool.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111868388252647452</id><published>2005-06-14T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:34:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;13th June 05; Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you're (somehow) actually reading this, just wanna say I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Really, really, really, really, really, really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I didn't realise it wasn't so wrong when I typed those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After I DID realise my mistake, it was too late to take the words back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyhow, I really didn't mean any harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Really Sorry..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111868388252647452?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111868388252647452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111868388252647452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111868388252647452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111868388252647452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry..'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111829522302527241</id><published>2005-06-09T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:33:43.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;9th June 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR LAO MA ZI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;May menopause not hit her so soon. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH and Yunhao too! But that monster's in Thailand/Malaysia so I guess she can't see this. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gonna go eat Thai food later for dinner. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jay's coming to Singapore on 21st, but I don't think I'm gonna go chase after him. It seems so..I don't know. Silly? And I most probably have D&amp;T lessons on that day. Sigh. Besides, I can't really get much of a glimpse of him if I go to the red carpet ceremony at Lido on that day. There'll be hell lot of fans and reporters and cameramen crowding around. Yeaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss Yeeeee. She's probably happily singing Jiang Nan along the Jiang Nan river and shopping at LSG road right now. LOL. Okay it's a private joke. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I neeeeeeed to studddddddddy. It finally occurred to me how freaking fked up I'll be if I score anything above 20 for Os. Mannnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;14 days to go. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111829522302527241?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111829522302527241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111829522302527241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111829522302527241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111829522302527241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111770380034098140</id><published>2005-06-02T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:35:12.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACCCK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd June 05; Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'M BACK I'M BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally I can loudly announce that CHINESE OS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I seriously seriously hope that I won't get anything below B4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Prefects' Camp 05 ended yesterday. After Prefects' Night we sec 4s stayed up. It was kinda sweet, us bonding together in different ways.  Most of us got an hour+ worth of sleep before it was time to wake up. Though the camp didn't really went smoooooooth since there were so many events happening, it was fun. Really. I enjoyed the camp though thanks to it I can't walk properly now. My muscles ache. Hahaha. But really, many thanks to the sec 3s for organising it. =) I wish it was still on though. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can you believe it?? Jay didn't win a damn award at the Taiwan GMA? What the hell la, seriously. Even my sis, who isn't exactly Jay's biggest fan, said that he deserves an award lor. Bahhhhh. Kill those brainless judges. &gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't wait for Initial D to open in the cinemas!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Suddenly realised that I have holiday homework to do. I need to study. I must study. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That's it for now I guess. Be back to update next week? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111770380034098140?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111770380034098140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111770380034098140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111770380034098140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111770380034098140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/06/baccck.html' title='BACCCK.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111691745898207355</id><published>2005-05-24T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:54:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;24th May 05; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A quick update here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today because I have another eye infection.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's wrong with my left eye. It has been red since yesterday la. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another reason for not going to school? To study for Chinese Os.&lt;br /&gt;Went out yesterday with Suyin, Poyan and Mye Chit. Went shopping around for a wedding gift. Heh. Bought a top from Forever 21 to wear for the wedding. It's damnnn nice but I have to find a white suit-jacket to wear over. Can't wait for their wedding. =)&lt;br /&gt;Prefects' Camp coming up!!!! Whoooo can't wait. Don't scoff or roll your eyes okay, people who are not prefects. Prefects' Camp is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Eric Moo's concert on Sunday. His voice is really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chinese Os in less than a week. God.&lt;br /&gt;A Happy 16th Birthday to Chee Png!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and I'm gonna go eat now.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't kidding when I said quick update. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111691745898207355?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111691745898207355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111691745898207355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111691745898207355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111691745898207355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111607829993873912</id><published>2005-05-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:44:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;14th May 05; Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I'm back to update. Told myself not to update until the exams are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got a huge feeling my results are gonna be like shit. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I left 2 weeks to study for Chinese Os. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My favourite Tv channel now is Channel NewsAsia. It's so interesting. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now they're showing different cuts of diamonds. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haven't been exercising for the past 3 weeks. Gotta go start running/walking again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maybe it's a personal thing, but I seriously feel irked when people start "copying" others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Perhaps it's peer influence when people speak like each other? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went ice-skating yesterday with Soon, Si Jia and Julie. It's so saddening that Kallang Ice World really closed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The ice there was so much better than Jurong. Jurong ice sucks and there are so many idiots showing off there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Felt the fun I once felt again. I still wish Kallang would reopen again. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait for Chinese O's to be over. It will be a huge thing off the mind, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't wait for Prefects' Camp either. Hope it's gonna be a blast. Oh yes Victoria, the camp's on the 30th May to 1st June if I'm not wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Felicia, I did the filmroll thingy by finding a filmroll picture and pasting my pictures inside myself. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am in the mood for hotpot againnnn. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ooo it's gonna rain. Appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111607829993873912?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111607829993873912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111607829993873912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111607829993873912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111607829993873912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/05/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111503822126919513</id><published>2005-05-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:50:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd May 05; Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just found out a perfect place for me to take great photos of the sky : My mom's room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've been taking beautiful pictures of the sky from my mom's room la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Took a few just now because the sky was purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cool or what. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Science practical tomorrow and I haven't memorised a damn thing yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At least I've been studying for Chem and Amaths the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay this post is actually redundant but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Figured I should post one last entry before laying off the com for the next few days/weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chinese 0's are SERIOUSLY looming ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And it irkes me when my style's taken away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm damn irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's just that you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gotta go bathe now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully I'll seriously be a good girl and stop coming online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111503822126919513?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111503822126919513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111503822126919513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111503822126919513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111503822126919513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/05/sian.html' title='Sian.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111470030406948303</id><published>2005-04-28T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:03:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Of Link.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th Apr 05; Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Changed my link already, in case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/7532608-111470030406948303?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111470030406948303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111470030406948303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111470030406948303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111470030406948303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/04/change-of-link.html' title='Change Of Link.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111450951872122655</id><published>2005-04-26T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:58:38.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHPPS WON THE BASKETBALL NATIONALS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;26th Apr 05; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have to take this opportunity to hao-lian a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;PEI HWA PRESBYTERIAN PRIMARY SCHOOL [WHICH WAS MY PRIMARY SCH BTW] WON THE BASKETBALL NATIONALS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND MY BRO'S THE CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;TELL ME HOW POWER THAT IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2 CONSECUTIVE YEARS ALREADY LEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I gotta calm down a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to see the final match with Soonkheng just now. My mom and sis were there too. Yup. At 1st I told myself not to "ridicule" myself since I was like the only sec 4 there apart from Sk, but I couldn't take it anymore when the Pioneer Pri girls started screaming their heads off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I have a bad throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I love my bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He really, really rocks. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went prata-ing at 3am with Teresa on Saturday. LOL. Took quite a few hilarious pictures at the empty road near my house. Always wanted to do that. After that both of us took my weekly exercise route - walking to Bukit Panjang. Ran home at 7plus and slept for like 2 hours because I went to meet the girl who sold her Love Revolution Cd to me on Yahoo Auctions!!! I love Yahoo Auctions now, btw. It's damn addictive. =X BUT I'm so gonna stay away from it now. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111450951872122655?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111450951872122655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111450951872122655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111450951872122655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111450951872122655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/04/phpps-won-basketball-nationals.html' title='PHPPS WON THE BASKETBALL NATIONALS!!!'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111396985207709082</id><published>2005-04-20T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:11:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Mid-Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;20th Apr 05; Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well as you can see from the time below, I'm not in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And apparently everyone who said they're not gonna go school are not online, so I'm wondering, am I the only idiot who ponned school today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. I've got a good reason for not going to school. It's to study for chinese mid-year, which happens to be TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As soon as I finish updating in my blog I'm gonna go sit down and study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So damn little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went out on Friday to Orchard with Si Jia after school. Ate Seoul Garden!! Finally. Been craving it for ages. OH and Si Jia's bbq skills are so NOT trustable, I tell you. Her beef and pork turned out ALL BLACK. Yes, you read it right. It wasn't slightly brown or even dark brown; it was BLACK. That girl's so not cut out to be a bbq helper or something. Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Saturday went out to Orchard [AGAIN] with Wanxin, Sharlene, Amy and Zehra. We watched The Pacifier! It's pretty funny actually. Oh and I'm in love with Vin Diesel now. He's damn cute in a very manly way. Heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walked to Far East after that to get my choco chip coffee buns and a caramel one for Si Jia. We split into 2 cabs and went to the University Cultural Centre to watch the Anne Of Green Gables. It was quite overwhelming to see the St Margs' girls all decked out in their dresses and shawls and looking ready to go for a prom or something. Haha. The play was pretty interesting actually. Enjoyed myself more or less, apart from the fact that the idiot sitting behind me kept kicking my chair until I was ready to turn around and pounce on him and strangle his puny little neck. UGH. He kept laughing and laughing and kicking and kicking for no God damn reason??! But thank God, his sidekick scolded him and they ended up quarrelling among each other until they fell silent. Hahahahaha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After the play Si Jia, Wanxin and I went to eat prata. Stupid Wanxin started freaking us out by telling us how a girl got raped within 5 minutes when we were walking along a deserted dark road. Then I saw the Samsara Jc-Deceaux Ad at the bus-stop and I totally freaked out so I started running. Hahahaha. All I ended up with? Blisters. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Monday had English Prelims Oral. Think I screwed it up majorly. I made no sense??! Oh God, I wished I had some other invigilator instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to the Ngee Ann Poly Maths Quiz thingy yesterday, and I scored a pathetic grade of 3. Si Jia overheard some guy from Bishan Park Sec saying this: "Eh you got 8? I got 9 leh." Something like that along the lines la. That's pretty demoralising to hear, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I gtg study now. Still hoping that I'm not the only idiot who ponned school today. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111396985207709082?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111396985207709082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111396985207709082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111396985207709082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111396985207709082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/04/chinese-mid-year.html' title='Chinese Mid-Year.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111340485722506256</id><published>2005-04-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:07:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;13th Apr 05; Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know I'm not supposed to be online today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know I'm not supposed to be updating in my blog until Saturday arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know I have a damn SS Test tomorrow that I have yet to study for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know Chinese O's are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING PRODUCTIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet I'm sitting here, rambling again when I should actually be off studying for SS or memorising the meanings of chinese vocabs or practicing for my English+Chinese oral or just plain doing my chinese compo that I was supposed to pass up last Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Someone give me a hard push on my back, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I desperately need some motivationnnnnn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-starts wailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111340485722506256?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111340485722506256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111340485722506256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111340485722506256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111340485722506256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/04/ugh.html' title='UGH.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111305022642469347</id><published>2005-04-09T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:37:06.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;9th Apr 05; Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is it possible for a person's face to grow fatter within 2 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Because apparently mine has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went out yesterday after school with CYNDI aka SI JIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We decided to call each other Cyndi and Slyee respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanna know why Slyee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Because I HATE SYLVESTER SIM, and I'm in a very SS mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sucky Sly, Shitty Sly, Stupid Sly, you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can sense rotten tomatoes and banana peels heading my way soon but WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't stand Sylvester. He can't even sing for God's sake, but yet the damn newspaper actually wrote this: "SYLVESTER: SINGAPORE'S ANSWER TO JAY CHOU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm like HELLO, Sylvester doesn't even sing well or write songs well, HOW ON EARTH can he be Singapore's answer to Jay??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, I went Orchard with Si Jia. She wanted to get a pencil box and I wanted to get my Esprit wallet, but I didn't get it in the end. We went Far East and I bought the choco chips coffee bun! It's nice but DAMN sweet and fattening. Si Jia finally got to eat her Beef Noodles and we walked around until 6. Went to meet my sis to go watch a performance by Budak Pantai, a local acapella group which has been around for the past 10 years or so. Been a fan of theirs for the past 3 years, but yet I've only watched 2 performances of theirs so far. Haha. They are really, really good man. Oh and I never knew YMCA's rooftop serves as Budak Pantai's stage. Hahaha. The view of the sky from the rooftop was really beautiful yesterday man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As usual I'm rotting away my Saturday. Sigh. Chinese O's Chinese O's. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Off to to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111305022642469347?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111305022642469347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111305022642469347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111305022642469347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111305022642469347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/04/fat.html' title='FAT.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111242604784402028</id><published>2005-04-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:14:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary. Bleary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd April 05; Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Such a dreary/bleary mid-afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay it's been like that since morning but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna go walking but it's still raining and my mom hates it when I go walk in the rain, as much as I don't fall sick even if you put me infront of the air-conditioner when I'm soaking wet. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got my new pair of specs! Double P. Purple and Plastic. Haha. It's pretty cool actually, because there are streaks of silver all around the frame, but it's slightly too big for my face I guess. Didn't realise it was big until some people told me so. Sighhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Went out last Sunday with Teresa to watch A Series Of Unfortunate Events again because I had to finish using my free movie tickets by this week. Did nothing much the past week, just that I came home early everyday and studied!! Damn happy with myself for finally studying. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Listening to Lin Junjie's new album now. He's a really, really good songwriter-singer. I've always been a HUGE fan of his until recently because I felt he's starting to sound like Jay in terms of both music and singing style, but after watching some programmes on him, I guess he's just drawing some inspiration la. After all, his songs still got his flavour in them. Yeaaa. The song in my blog now? It's one of his new songs. Really, really sweet song. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I'm actually getting slightly bored about Jay's songs. =X BUT that doesn't mean I'm sick of Jay. Can't wait for the movie Initial D to come out!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm addicted to coffee buns now. They're damn sweet and fattening I know, but they're really nice. OH and I love the Taiwan Shilin Street Snacks!! Just the chicken I guess, since I haven't tried the rest. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am in the mood for a fruit smoothie or anything that has to do with fresh fruits. Ahhhhhhhhh. Gonna go hunt for fruits now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111242604784402028?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111242604784402028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111242604784402028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111242604784402028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111242604784402028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreary-bleary.html' title='Dreary. Bleary.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111181936683173378</id><published>2005-03-26T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:46:47.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out With Fubus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;26th Mar 05; Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Seriously, I'm just lying to myself when I say I come online once a week only.&lt;br /&gt;Yea so I do update once a week in my blog, but I use the damn com whenever my bro/sis are not using it when it's turned on.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not working, my "gonna-study-like-mad-come-online-once-a-week" plan. All I've achieved so far? Nothing, except cheating myself.&lt;br /&gt;If I sound grumpy and moody, that's partly due to the damn consistent pain in my stomach. Yes, I've got cramps again. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Went out with the Fubus yesterday. Thank God I wasn't late late late, otherwise I had to pay for dinner, which we didn't eat either, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Had initially planned to go play pool, but we decided not to. Went to eat at the Cinecafe. Food wasn't that bad, but the portions are pretty filling. Went to the Cine arcade, and we played that table hockey or whatever you call it. Headed to Heeren and did window shopping as usual. Took photos with Yvee's cam! Can't wait for her to upload them. Walked over to Paragon after that and the only shop we went into was the Crumpler shop. I would love to get one of those crumpler bags because the colours are so gorgeous la, but they are so bloody ex I don't see the point in saving up cash like mad and then just blow it all on a bag.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Far East, where we did window shopping again. Finally stopped to rest, and Shar and I bought the XXL Chicken from the Shilin Taiwan Street Snacks. They are so not kidding when they say XXL. Ended up eating half of the chicken only, and brought the rest home. We took a bus back to Cine to go tcc. Soon ate a cheesecake, while the rest of us goofed around with the cam and chatted. Yunhao ought to be skinned alive for making so much noise. My God.&lt;br /&gt;Yvee left early to go meet Fei Qian, and after that Soon left too. Yunhao, Shar and I walked to Taka to get something to eat and we headed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, going out with this bunch of crazy people. Hahaha. Missed going out with them. We should really do this more often you know, Fubus? Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Mid-year and Chinese O's are coming, so we'll just have to wait until Mid-year and Chinese O's are over. And again, I swear I have to start studying hard. Don't wanna end up getting C6 for Chinese when I can actually obtain a B3 or even an A2 if I study HARD HARD HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111181936683173378?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111181936683173378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111181936683173378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111181936683173378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111181936683173378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-out-with-fubus.html' title='Day Out With Fubus.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111124059841136148</id><published>2005-03-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:32:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;19th Mar 05; Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My weekly update of my blog! Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went Orchard this afternoon with Daryl. Met up at 12plus and watched In Good Company. It's not that nice a movie actually. In fact, it's kinda boring. Haha. Oh and it doesn't end with a fairy tale ending, which is unique, but at the same time, it'll make you go "huh?? wth?? just like that??" Hahaha yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ate at Hoi Lau San! It's a dessert shop from Hk and it's DAMN nice I tell you. Too bad there's only one shop in the entire Singapore and it's pretty ex, but it's worth every cent because the fruits they use are really top quality and the desserts are purely made from fruits. Yeaa. No sugar, no added flavouring, blahblah. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walked around and went to tcc! Finally. I've been wanting to go sit down in tcc and drink coffee/eat cake for ages, but in the end I didn't order anything because the stuff inside are expensive, but their cakes are pretty heavenly. Heh. Packed one slice home. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and when we were walking in Cine, I suddenly heard this really familiar voice behind me. Thought it was Jocelyn, but then I turned around and saw CHEN YUNHAO AND SHARMAINE KHOO. LOL. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to Thai Express to eat a proper dinner. Ordered Shrimp Paste Rice again!! It's damn addictive I tell you, but it's kinda salty. Yea. Oh well. Thai Express rocks. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Reached home at about 7 because Daryl had to go off early to some party. Yup. Oh and it was BLOODY irritating in the bus. I took 174 home instead of 77, and there was this girl who sat next to me. Her bf was standing next to her seat, and I don't know it's because they probably haven't seen each other in 7 years or they just are MADLY in love, but both of them couldn't keep their hands off each other. I mean, I really can't stand couples who go all way out and fondle with each other in the PUBLIC la. The guy decided to sit next to his gf and the girl moved in and I was squashed all the way in, and then he started hugging her, kissing, touching her neck back arms legs blahblah, and whenever he hugs her his stupid fingers will brush against my arm also because I was sitting really close to the girl because the seats are so bloody cramped. I was damn bloody pissed la. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Met Teresa yesterday and we went to eat Sakae and played arcade! And I finally got my DKU-2 Nokia cable!!! Whooooooo. Thank you so much again, Teresa! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And seriously? My phone actually sucks in some aspects. I can't slot in a memory card, and the phone only has a 2MB memory in it. Like wth!?!?!? Ugh. Shall go ask M1 whether there's some way if I could increase the phone memory, but I highly doubt there is a way. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay next update's probably next Saturday again. It's like already Saturday and school reopens in 2 days' time. Or is it considered 1 day? Ahhh well, the point is, school holidays are already considered over. =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-wails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and I don't know what's with me and wails. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111124059841136148?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111124059841136148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111124059841136148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111124059841136148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111124059841136148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/03/town.html' title='Town.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111073154359738011</id><published>2005-03-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T01:48:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th Mar 05; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay it's supposedly Monday already since it's 12am, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, BoA's one bloody lucky girl. She's got the looks, the figure, the voice, the songs, the popularity, yada yada. She is an object of envy man.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new handset. Don't get me wrong, I still love my phone a hell lot, but I want a new handset. My flip's growing looser and I've dropped it twice already. Like totally @#%^*&amp;*(&amp;amp;^ la. Ughhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gonna go running tomorrow with Zehra in the morning at 8.30AM, if you can believe it. ME, DIANE LIM. Go RUNNING at 8.30AM. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't usually do 8.30AMS during HOLIDAYS. Haha. Then we're gonna go eat prata after that. LOL. Oh well. One or two pratas won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually damn intent on losing weight, but here I am posting about eating prata tomorrow. I ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;La-dee-da.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging, since I won't be coming online for the next 5 days or something. Really wanna start being a good girl and shape my own path properly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't afford to slack, daydream, get upset over itty-bitty insignificant things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Whether it's a, b or c, there ain't no point continuing building non-existent castles in the air." &lt;/div&gt;&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/7532608-111073154359738011?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111073154359738011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111073154359738011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111073154359738011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111073154359738011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-life.html' title='New life.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111043886019588747</id><published>2005-03-10T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T15:14:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Levels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Mar 05; Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm back from school so early today. So surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got our ppr back today. Was relieved when I saw I failed only 2 subjects, but then I realised that my L1B4 remained the same. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Told myself to start working hard from this week onwards, but here I am blogging when I should be using the time to go do some amaths sums or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Come March holidays, I'm definitely gonna start working hard. I'm gonna:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1) Come online only once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2) Start bringing my books home, really sit down and open my textbooks to 3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3) Start practicing sums on my own, memorise formulas and equations and make useful notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4) Go out only once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5) START MEMORISING MEANINGS OF CHINESE WORDS AND HOW TO WRITE THEM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O Level Chinese is like only 2 months away?? It's so freaky how time passes so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It seems like just a moment ago I was fretting whether I would retain or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I feel so pressurized when I see people under stress because they're studying like mad and I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I MUST and I WILL achieve all I've said above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I CAN DO IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-starts chanting-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol that's so corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well. I've got 3 more days to "relax" before I embark on my "studyforO's-studyforO's-studyforO's" journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chinese textbooks await my arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111043886019588747?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111043886019588747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111043886019588747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111043886019588747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111043886019588747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/03/o-levels.html' title='O Levels.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-111009896765535626</id><published>2005-03-06T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T16:49:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathe's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th Mar 05; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay first and foremost, Happy Birthday to Kathe!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the movie yesterday. =)&lt;br /&gt;Went out on Friday with Wanxin and Shiying. Bought a skirt! At first I didn't really like it because it's pleated and it somehow reminds me of Cyndi, but I love it now. Heh. And it's GREEN. =)&lt;br /&gt;About 15 of us went out yesterday to celebrate Kathe's birthday, which is actually today but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2 and realised I was gonna be late for A Series Of Unfortunate Events. Lol. Rushed like mad and managed to miss only 10 minutes of the movie. Yea. It's not that nice a show. If only they had more unfortunate events. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Went to take neoprints with the girls. Bought a gorgeous pair of earrings. Waited for about 10-15 minutes for our table at Sakae. Ate quite little at Sakae for the first time in my life. Haha. After that we went to catch White Noise. It's BLOODY scary can?? And I was stupid enough to decide to train myself to sit alone and endure all the damn sound effects and the scenes. Ugh. OH AND NG CHEE PNG DECIDED TO BE FUNNY AND SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME TWICE BY SHOUTING "BOO!" AND SHAKING MY CHAIR WHEN THE MOVIE WAS AT THOSE "OMG-SOME-GHOUL-IS-GONNA-APPEAR!!" SCENES. But I forgive him, since he said sorry. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After White Noise Kathe, Liren, Chee Png and Xiangyang wanted to watch Hitch. I wanted to watch Hitch initially, not White Noise, so I stayed and watched the movie with them. Kathe left halfway. Wasted. It's quite a funny show, especially the part when the fat guy kissed Will Smith. So lol la. Haha. Shared a cab home after that. First time I stayed out until so late, but I'm planning to not go out anymore anyway. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and sometimes I wonder whether it'll just KILL people not to comment and poke their noses around other peoples' lives. I guess yes, they'll just rot in hell and die if they don't. Really, get a life or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-111009896765535626?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/111009896765535626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=111009896765535626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111009896765535626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/111009896765535626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/03/kathes-birthday.html' title='Kathe&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110967185807760763</id><published>2005-03-01T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:10:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6170.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Mar 05; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've suddenly developed a fetish for "abstract" photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got my Nokia 6170!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to the M1 Shop at Westmall yesterday night with my mom to upgrade my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I didn't really had to pay much because M1 gave an offer for the phone and I had my 6610 to trade in too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So damn happy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At 1st I was kinda sad that I can't use mp3 as my ringtones, but then I found out that I can record clips and put them as my ringtones, so I recorded some songs and put them as my ringtones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I'm a contented child. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Have been playing with my phone since last night. I just keep flipping it open, even though I really don't want to open my phone so many times because the flipping part will go lose after a period of time. Yea. But I can't help it laa. Oh and normally profile names are in the centre of the screen right? Mine's like just below the clock and there's a dash that follows my profile name after that. Damn coool. Oh and I can use animated stuff as my background. And there are different themes that I can apply, the phone's got a mini display infront and I can see myself when I take a photo, the phone's made of stainless steel and I can just go on and on and on and on about my phone. If I sound hao lian-ish, I'm so sorry but I REALLY CAN'T HELP IT. NOKIA 6170 REALLY ROCKS. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stayed back for History vap and Mr Yee was showing us the movie "Windtalkers". It's damn nice la. I wanna go download and watch it again. Sharlene and I were like playing with our cameras and trying to hide from Mr Yee while we took some photos. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I will stop about my phone. I can sense some frowning. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. I shall go record more voice clips now. Wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110967185807760763?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110967185807760763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110967185807760763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110967185807760763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110967185807760763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/03/6170.html' title='6170.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110939179282773126</id><published>2005-02-26T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:48:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathe In NUH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th Feb 05; Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Was an eventful day yesterday. Went K-boxing with Sijia in the evening. We were singing halfway when Poyan smsed me and told me that Kathe was admitted into the hospital. He was helping the guides with their campfire or something and one of the netball poles fell and hit him on the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Was shocked when I heard it. Called Chee Png to inform him about it and Steven, Nigel and Liren were with him so all of us decided to go visit Kathe. Sijia and I bought a cake from tcc for him, but then we realised he couldn't eat anything. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanxin met us at the hospital at 10pm and we all went to Kathe's ward. He looked really weak and he sounded weak too. I felt pained for him. As much as Kathe might be an -cough- at times, we still do care for him la. Haha. He just got discharged today anyway. Yeaa. With "11 stitches on one wound and 5 stitches on another", as I quote Kathe. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Had a great time at K-box, though there wasn't enough time for us to finish singing all our songs. Thanks to my dearest partner for K-boxing with me. Rest assured, your secret's safe with me. Heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110939179282773126?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110939179282773126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110939179282773126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110939179282773126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110939179282773126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/kathe-in-nuh.html' title='Kathe In NUH.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110907692641250619</id><published>2005-02-22T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:55:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vexed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd Feb 05; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What if it all turns into something even more complicated than a triangle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Three sides connected to one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Darker sides of humans really invisible and undetectable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is there anyone trustable anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Questions, questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110907692641250619?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110907692641250619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110907692641250619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110907692641250619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110907692641250619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/vexed.html' title='Vexed.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110880281991927539</id><published>2005-02-19T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T02:58:49.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY GOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th Feb 05; Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;JAY'S WITH PATTY HOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO DAMN HAPPY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, IT'S CLEAR-CUT THAT HE'S NOT WITH JOLIN.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Okay for the benefit of many who obviously doesn't know who the hell is Patty Hou, she's the most famous female news broadcaster in Taiwan. And not forgetting to mention the prettiest too. Heh. A picture of her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1rt653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm so damn happy for Jay, but at the same time, sad. He's never gonna be mine. -sobs&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay okay. But I really am glad for Jay. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 pictures of them caught together in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1rw6sp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Left: Jay's holding her hand. Right: Jay's arm around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He's with her he's with her he's with her. =D&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly realised something. The paparazzi always managed to only get pictures of Jay having dinner with Jolin and nothing else, but yet they could get such intimate pictures of Jay and Patty. Oh and Jay came clean about him and Patty after a week of rumours flying around. After FIVE years of Jay+Jolin rumours, Jay didn't come clean about anything. I guess everything probably proves that they weren't together at all? Yeaa. Oh and I'm not insulting Jolin or anything so Jolin fans [especially Wanxin], don't get me wrong or anything yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OKAY Anyway. Haven't been able to update for the past few days because my HK relatives were in Singapore for a holiday. Showed them around the past few days. Sent them off at the airport yesterday morning. Came home at 1pm and slept all the way until 11am this morning. I'm totally freaked out la. I slept for nearly 24 hours?!?! That's a record man. But I was dead tired because I didn't get to sleep at all the previous night. Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Gtg. AND JAY'S WITH PATTY!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110880281991927539?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110880281991927539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110880281991927539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110880281991927539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110880281991927539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-god.html' title='MY GOD.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110830990173933079</id><published>2005-02-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:02:09.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mp3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th Feb 05; Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I'm feeling bloody stuffed and my ankle's hurting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Reached home around 10.30pm just now. Had tuition in the morning, then went visiting in the afternoon. Met up with Teresa in the evening to go hunt for a new mp3. Ended up with nothing. Went Sakae to eat. Ate a lot. Now here's the best part: WE SPENT 45 MINS JUST WAITING FOR A DAMN CAB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL. Okay actually it's not funny. I was really going crazy and started singing at the top of my voice. LOL. It was like everytime we decided to move to a new location to wait for cabs, there were people waiting for cabs INFRONT of us and they came later than us? Oh and obviously they got the cabs. UGGGGGH. So Teresa and I were running around Orchard Boulevard just for a damn cab. Finally we decided to call a cab, and after being put on hold for 10 minutes, we finally got a cab. THANK GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So anyway. I'm dead tired. My feet hurt. I still haven't completed my work yet and I have a dnt common test tomorrow which I haven't studied yet and most probably won't be studying for. Let's all say together: So screwed, so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm off to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110830990173933079?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110830990173933079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110830990173933079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110830990173933079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110830990173933079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/mp3.html' title='Mp3.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110804236341968780</id><published>2005-02-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:32:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;10th Feb 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just finished watching Jay's concert again. Am in that Jay-crazy mood again. Don't think I'll ever stop supporting Jay. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my primary school on Tuesday to visit old teachers. Saw so many old primary school friends. Some turned into MAJOR posers, some just became more vain and ugh-ish. =S Went out after with my primary school friend to buy clothes for cny. Bought a red v-neck top from Samuel and Kevin to go with my brown cargo pants. Bought a white v-neck top from Giordano to go with a dark green skirt I bought from Far East. "Simple and vee-ny", my theme for cny this year. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went visiting to a few places the past 2 days, obviously. Ate a hell lot at my neighbour's house yesterday. Am treated to a vegetarian lunch every year for the past 8 years or so. Vegetarian food is really, really damn nice, but fattening because everything's made of flour and flour=carbos. Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;Jay was on scv today!! But too bad I don't have scv. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't wanna go school tomorrowwwww. Well actually my mom allows me not to go for tomorrow la, but I'm probably gonna miss a day of school next week and I don't wanna have a bad record of missing school every week, so I will drag my shambling soul to school tomorrow. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay gotta go do my emaths now. I hate loci and locus and whatever else is in that stupid chapter. &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110804236341968780?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110804236341968780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110804236341968780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110804236341968780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110804236341968780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny.html' title='Cny.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110761400444268443</id><published>2005-02-05T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:33:24.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Feb 05; Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay okay I know I updated just last night. But I can't updating again. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went town early this morning to get my hair cut. It's so much thinner and shorter now. Yay. But my hair's probably gonna grow out all thick and crappy like 2 weeks later or something. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanted to go shopping for cny clothes but didn't eventually. Went to Sembawang Music to get my copy of Incomparable To Jay's dvd!!!! WHOOOO. I like the guy who was the cashier this afternoon. He was so sweet. Hahaha. I saw the Incomparable To Jay concert poster that was supposed to come free with only the vcd. Asked the guy whether they could sell the poster separately. He asked me how much I was willing to pay. I said how much were they willing to charge. LOL. He contemplated for 5 secs and decided to give the poster to me for free. Whooooo. And he was totally like "Don't tell anyone k? I give you the poster as a free gift." Sweet. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am so going to continue buying my cds from Sembawang music. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110761400444268443?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110761400444268443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110761400444268443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110761400444268443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110761400444268443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/town.html' title='Town.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110753667517150294</id><published>2005-02-05T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:41:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>probably the best day of the week so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Feb 05; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went out after school today with Sijia the dearest to help her hunt for bottoms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And she just kept looking at tops.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just kept disagreeing with all "cake skirts" and "zippy skirts" she picked out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hate them, those dreadful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT in the end we did manage to find some decent-looking and even nice skirts at Far East.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Occasional flares behind kept appearing. Wahaha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ooo am honoured that Sijia actually bothered to listen to my opinions and heeded my advice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; for going out with me girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It stopped my mind momentarily from churning and swishing and whirling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But obviously the frequents sightings of "Jay" and "music" and "headphones" and "Sony" reminded of the reason why I have been depressed the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whoever who took it really ought to be shot and rot in hell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bloody bitchface ass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had actually bought Incomparable To Jay Live Concert Dvd this afternoon, but decided to sell it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't know what got into me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Exchange of money and goods equaled to babble session.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today was probably the best day of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thanks to my ever-dearest partner YeeSiJia and y o u . =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110753667517150294?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110753667517150294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110753667517150294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110753667517150294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110753667517150294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/probably-best-day-of-week-so-far.html' title='probably the best day of the week so far.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110735221475598991</id><published>2005-02-02T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:34:20.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna turn time back i wanna get it back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd Feb 05; Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I so desperately wanna turn back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna get it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll do whatever it takes just to get it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't help but feel helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna turn the tap off but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It just keeps flowing and flowing and flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I want it backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110735221475598991?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110735221475598991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110735221475598991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110735221475598991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110735221475598991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wanna-turn-time-back-i-wanna-get-it.html' title='i wanna turn time back i wanna get it back.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110726316462215756</id><published>2005-02-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:06:04.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will relax.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Feb 05; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will not feel fukc-ed up for the rest of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will not think negatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will try to stop being oversensitive/paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will countdown to tomorrow for Jay's concert dvd's release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will have Jay's songs pounding into my ears later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will calm myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will go to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110726316462215756?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110726316462215756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110726316462215756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110726316462215756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110726316462215756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-will-relax.html' title='I will relax.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110692976050242212</id><published>2005-01-29T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:30:43.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the one who sits next to me in class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;28th Jan 05; Friday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I promised Sijia that I was gonna update tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And that the entry was gonna be dedicated to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Here's to you Sijia. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thanks for being a partner who never fails to baffle me everyday why I'm stuck next to you for every other lesson except Humanes and English. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nah I'm just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thanks for being such a sweet soul. For helping me download songs immediately after I request for help, for listening to me ramble and ramble and ramble on in class and online, for being such a modest and generous person, for making an effort to understand those mumbo-jumbos that I always gabble to you about even when my voice is drowned out by that ever-maximum-volume radio headset of yours, for trying your best to cheer me up even though you know I'm in that impossibly-moody state of mind, for being a listening ear and basically, just being a great friend of mine. You truly deserve much more than those 2 Blueberry muffins I brought to school for you. Heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I have to stop praising you otherwise you're gonna feel TOOOOOOOOO honoured and happy about yourself. LOL. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But seriously. I don't know if you were unwittingly drawn into the "dilemma", but I really do appreciate your views and thoughts concerning it. Thanks girl. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is probably the only time I'm gonna admit this on my blog: Sijia rocks [to a certain extent]. HAHAHA. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110692976050242212?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110692976050242212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110692976050242212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110692976050242212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110692976050242212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-one-who-sits-next-to-me-in-class.html' title='To the one who sits next to me in class.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110683553662367744</id><published>2005-01-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:18:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v e x f r u s t r a t e u p s e t a n g e r .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Jan 05; Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU - CONTRADICT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU - DON'T HAVE A DAMN LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU - CONFUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU - ALOOF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I - RESENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I - ANGERED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I - VEXED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I - BLOODY UPSET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110683553662367744?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110683553662367744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110683553662367744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110683553662367744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110683553662367744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/01/v-e-x-f-r-u-s-t-r-t-e-u-p-s-e-t-n-g-e.html' title='v e x f r u s t r a t e u p s e t a n g e r .'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110666248405837165</id><published>2005-01-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:22:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurong Island.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th Jan 05; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just ended tuition. So tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My eyes' have been bloody tired since morning. I wish I could just go sleep now but I can'tttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;History test tomorrow and though I've spent like 2 hours studying yesterday, I can't remember much. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I HATE MR YEE. &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Went to the Chem Gallery in Jurong Island today. Nothing much to see, obviously. Hahaha. The only thing that was nice was the view of the sea from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I've gotta go study now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;UGGGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jay rocks. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cease it all now. I don't wanna feel that yes-or-no sensation everyday." &lt;/div&gt;&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/7532608-110666248405837165?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110666248405837165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110666248405837165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110666248405837165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110666248405837165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/01/jurong-island.html' title='Jurong Island.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110632139747480093</id><published>2005-01-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:29:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomparable To Jay Cd + Vcd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st Jan 05; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whoo I've finally gotten my Incomparable To Jay Live Cd + QLX Vcd!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;And the Grandeur de D Major book!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh AND Jay's 3rd album! [finally!]&lt;br /&gt;Went Orchard today in the late afternoon. Was scanning the Kino shelves hoping to see Jay's book when I spotted the last copy, sitting there, beckoning me to reach out and grab it. LOL. Turned it over and realised it was cheaper than it was supposed to be. Asked the sales assistant and it turns out that I had the last copy of the China import. The Taiwan import sold out ages ago. Am still wondering whether there's any differences between the 2 books, besides the fact that the Taiwan import is in Traditional Chinese while the China import is in Simplified Chinese. Oh well. Hopefully it's the same.&lt;br /&gt;Went to HMV to buy the Jay cds. The Incomparable To Jay Live Cd + QLX Vcd came with a free calender poster. Wish I could have my cd booklet refunded because it's all dirtied at the edge but I was thinking that it's impossible to make them open another new Cd and get the cd booklet out just to exchange for me. Sighhh. Decided to buy Jay's 3rd album at the same time because it was a "clearout" cd and was on offer.&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to the Live Cd just now for about 2plus hours. Sang along until my throat hurt and still hurts. Hahahaha. Gonna listen to the cd again later!!&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only one dvd I'm looking forward to, and that's the Incomparable To Jay Live Dvd. Hahaha. Can't wait can't wait. =D&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid bug making me itchy all over. Shall go bathe again. Uggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110632139747480093?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110632139747480093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110632139747480093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110632139747480093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110632139747480093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/01/incomparable-to-jay-cd-vcd.html' title='Incomparable To Jay Cd + Vcd.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110604321227836665</id><published>2005-01-18T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:13:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYYY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th Jan 05; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL. Like he's gonna even know that I, Diane Lim, wished him Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Just came back from school. Can't help but feel unhappy. It's not anyone's fault, but I just can't help it yea know? Yea. So. I'm saying sorry here to the fubus for being so moody just now. Sorrryyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sijiaaaa. Should I or should I not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just updating for the sake of wishing Jay happy birthday. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110604321227836665?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110604321227836665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110604321227836665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110604321227836665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110604321227836665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-jayyy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYYY.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110578447062302130</id><published>2005-01-15T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T18:21:10.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAY OVERDOSE. JAY OVERLOAD. I MISS JAY. I MISS JAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;15th Jan 05; Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm gonna start all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I MISS JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Transferred all the audio clips recorded from the Singapore concert into my mp3 yesterday till around 3 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been listening to them since yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I feel like as though I'm there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh God oh God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I need an overdose of Jay now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanted to go out today but woke up late and forgot all about asking my friend to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't get the Jay book!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kino's out of stock already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ughhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And the Incomparable To Jay Concert cd + dvd is only gonna be out NEXT WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm so gonna die of waiting or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;UUGGGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh Taufik's album is out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I'm going off to watch more videos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110578447062302130?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110578447062302130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110578447062302130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110578447062302130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110578447062302130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/01/jay-overdose-jay-overload-i-miss-jay-i.html' title='JAY OVERDOSE. JAY OVERLOAD. I MISS JAY. I MISS JAY.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110562996818969002</id><published>2005-01-13T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:26:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACCCCCCCCCCK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;13th Jan 05; Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHOOO MY COM'S FINALLY HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yayyyy now I can come online everyday or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If I have the time, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;School's getting busier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It feels like as though I'm having amaths tuition everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just saw so many videos+pictures from the Incomparable To Jay Concert posted up on jay-chou.net, the biggest Jay forum around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I'm feeling that crazy "ohGodI'llkilljusttotalktoJay!!!!!!" feeling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Downloading the videos like crazy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait to watch man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss Jayyyyyy. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I still haven't gotten his book yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I MISS JAY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. -starts sobbing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whoever you are who TRIED to pose as Yunhao, you might want to try using your real name or something instead because in case you didn't know, Yunhao's like one of my closer friends and we do NOT scold each other mofos. Uh huh. Like seriously get a life or something. Oh no. Just buzzing off will do. Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway. Gtg. The bed beckons me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110562996818969002?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110562996818969002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110562996818969002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110562996818969002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110562996818969002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2005/01/bacccccccccck.html' title='BACCCCCCCCCCK.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110424485138919899</id><published>2004-12-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:40:51.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HK.HK.HK.HK.HK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th Dec 04; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna go live in Hongkong for 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Or maybe more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes I'm finally back from Hk but I don't miss Singapore a single bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay so I do miss the clean streets and the smoke-free air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But other than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I WANNA GO BACK TO HK THIS INSTANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I LOVE HK I LOVE HK I LOVE HK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanted to postpone my flight but my damn ticket was a non-refundable, non-exchangable, non-blah this non-blah that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;UGGGGGGGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really do love Hk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shopped quite a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bought back presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally found shades that suit my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I finally got a mp3 player!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My Godpa bought it for me as a Christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna go back to Hk and live there until I'm sick of that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I love the foooooood and the shopppppping and the weather!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Around 19 degrees when I left Hk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But my mom, who's still in Hk, says that the temperature will drop to 11 by Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is that cool or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'LL GLADLY SACRIFICE CLEAN AIR AND BE IN HK RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But Hk's a really lovely place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The only thing bad is that they smoke EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And, well, they stare at you if you don't wear a jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND they step on your foot without saying sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everyone there have covered-shoes on their feet, not open-toe shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's really a lovely place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Too bad I didn't had enough time there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigggggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I shall stop rambling on about Hk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As usual I'm at my cousin's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Transferring songs to my mp3!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gotta wake up early tomorrow for Sec 1 Orientation Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Prefect duty, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am stopping here for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will try to update again before the new year starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH and btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;TAUFIK'S "I DREAM" MV IS SHOWING AT 12AM ON 1ST JAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;GO WATCH GO WATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait for his album to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm going away now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HK ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK HK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110424485138919899?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110326269126288380</id><published>2004-12-17T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:04:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th Dec 04; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I AM BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Using my cousin's com again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I'm updating before I'm off to Hongkong!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I'm damn scared too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Scared that anything bad might happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Touch wood la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just in case something really happens, I just want everyone to know that I love Jay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That's so bloody lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay seriously. I just want everyone to know that I do love you people and thanks for being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just refuse to add the word "once" at the end of the previous sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugggh I'm getting nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;May everyone bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will try to find a cybercafe in Hk and update my blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully I won't PUT ON ANY MORE WEIGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;UGGGGGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and if there's anything really important, you guys can still msg me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've got roaming service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND YUNHAO YOU ARE SO DAMN DEAD. YOU STILL OWE ME 14+ BUCKS. YOU ACTUALLY DARED TO COME ONTO MY BLOG AND POSE AS JAY AND JOLIN AGAIN AND YEA I AGREE WITH WANXIN FOR THE FIRST TIME. YOU'RE INSULTING JOLIN BECAUSE SHE ISN'T SO LOW AS TO AGREE TO A "THREESOME"?? AND YOU'RE INSULTING ME TOO. BIG TIME. I SHALL SCAN IN ONE OF YOUR SEC 2 PHOTOS I TOOK FROM THE CHALET AND PLASTER IT ALL OVER MY FRIENDSTER AND MY BLOG. WHOOO HOOOO, YOU ARE SO DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That teaches ANYONE OF YOU not to mess with me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. -cackles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay before I go!!! Have to list down a few people I'm gonna miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-HAZEL "WHAT DID YOU SAY?? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!" GOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-YEEEEEEE "SEXY GIRL" SIJIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- THE FOREVER RETARDED BUNCH OF PEOPLE, FUBUSSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Err. And everyone else? Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH and before I forget: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WANXIN AND DARYL! Okay Happy Belated Birthday. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I really have to go now. So sorry I can't go around and tag on blogs! I'll do that the minute I come back or the minute I touch a com. Heh. Take care people!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110326269126288380?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110326269126288380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110326269126288380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110326269126288380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110326269126288380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110182640595516856</id><published>2004-11-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:03:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAY'S INCOMPARABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th Nov 04; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And FINALLY I can update.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo how I've missed you my dear blog.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get this statement off my chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAY'S REALLY DAMN INCOMPARABLE!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;HIS CONCERT WAS TOTALLY A BLAST MAN.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FREAKING GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;SO NICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;JAY'S THE BEST I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN PEOPLE WHO WEREN'T EXACTLY FANS OF JAY'S AGREE WITH ME THAT JAY'S REALLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WANNA GO WATCH HIM SOMEHOW.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Went to curl my hair for fun on Friday. Met Huishan and Teresa after that. Took train to Kallang and walked all the way to Singapore Indoor Stadium. Bought lightsticks outside. They confiscated my drinks. Damn. Anyway. The concert started at around 8.45pm and Jay kicked off the concert with Yi Fu Zhi Ming. Wait let me list all the songs he sang here for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;- Yi Fu Zhi Ming&lt;br /&gt;- Zhi Zhang Zhi Shang&lt;br /&gt;- Ta De Jie Mao&lt;br /&gt;- Ni Ting De Dao&lt;br /&gt;- Hui Dao Guo Qu&lt;br /&gt;- Xing Qing&lt;br /&gt;- Zui Hou De Zhan Yi&lt;br /&gt;- Ti Tian&lt;br /&gt;- Yuan You Hui&lt;br /&gt;- Jiang Jun&lt;br /&gt;- Luan Wu Chun Qiu&lt;br /&gt;- Ba Wo Hui Lai Le&lt;br /&gt;- Shuang Jie Gun&lt;br /&gt;- Long Quan&lt;br /&gt;- Shuang Dao&lt;br /&gt;- Long Juan Feng&lt;br /&gt;- Jie Kou&lt;br /&gt;- Qing Tian&lt;br /&gt;- An Jing&lt;br /&gt;- Ye Ye Pao De Cha&lt;br /&gt;- Dong Feng Po&lt;br /&gt;- Ge Qian&lt;br /&gt;- Hei Se You Mo&lt;br /&gt;- Jian Dan Ai&lt;br /&gt;- Kai Bu Liao Kou&lt;br /&gt;- Qi Li Xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooo. His special guests were Wen Lan and Nan Quan Mama!!! Whooooo. Suddenly realise that I type all the songs out also not much of a use because most people won't know what songs they are. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Screamed and shouted and waved my lightsticks and all that for about 2 1/2 hours. Yea. Right at the end I could have gotten the props?! One of Jay's dancers had went back on the stage to collect the props then I was like saying can I have one and he was prepared to come down to pass one to me THEN THE STUPID GIRLS BEHIND ME JUST HAD TO RUN INFRONT OF ME AND START SCREAMING FOR IT. IN THE END I COULDN'T GET THE PROPS. WTF LA. UGGGGGHH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After the concert the 3 of us sat on the pavement for awhile. Then there were these bunch of girls who started screaming "lai le lai le" and they were running towards vans la. So we were like "sui lai le?" and they just ignored us. I think they thought they were gonna be able to chase after Jay but they thought wrong because about 10 minutes later, the real van carrying Jay came out. LOL. And the NQMM van also la. Hahahaha. I wish I jumped infront of the van and stopped Jay or something. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Huishan's house to stay. Couldn't sleep till about 5am. Just kept thinking about the concert!!!!! The next morning woke up and heard on the radio that they were adding extra seats for the 2nd concert. I wanted to go watch la but Huishan and Teresa said not to waste my money. And my mom wouldn't have allowed anyway. But I really wanted to go watchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ='(&lt;br /&gt;Got my friend to help me buy a mug because I didn't buy any merchandise from the concert. The mug's orange! Hopefully it's nice. =) Thanks for helping me buy! =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when I was at Huishan's house it was totally wth la. We were watching mtv chinese and they kept showing Jay's mtvs? Oh and yea Jolin's. Don't know what's up with the Jay-Jolin thingy. -frowns- And they just kept showing Jay stuff. God. I was so bloody tempted to book tickets for that night's concert laaaaaa. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jayyyy. And I wish I was at Heeren when he was there?! Oh and Beach Road la. I miss Jayyyyyyyy. ='(&lt;br /&gt;I think damn little people actually know how I feel right now. All of you are just smirking at me right? Haha. I sound so.. childish. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is the longest entry ever man. I don't wanna stop typing somehow but my cousin's gonna chase me away soon anyway. Oh and people do stay awhile to wait and listen my blog music!!! Yeaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OH AND IT'S THE FINAL SHOWDOWN OF SINGAPORE IDOL TOMORROW!!!! TAUFIK ALL THE WAY. Oh ya my friend said that Sylvester was sitting infront of him at Jay's concert. Lol. But whoo. TAUFIK TAUFIK. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay and the next time I'm updating is AGES AWAY again so have fun reading this Jay entry over and over again!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to stop rambling. I miss Jay I miss Jay I miss Jay. And all I want for the rest of my life is JAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110182640595516856?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110182640595516856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110182640595516856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110182640595516856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110182640595516856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/jays-incomparable.html' title='JAY&apos;S INCOMPARABLE'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110122060038729171</id><published>2004-11-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:46:09.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd Nov 04; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My com's down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That's the reason why I haven't been updating the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gonna use my cousin's com like crazy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Celebrated my bday with the fubus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to my club with them in the morning to "work out".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rushed home after that with Yunhao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanted to catch The Incredibles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But couldn't make it in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to eat steamboat with Yunhao instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Took neoprints after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went home very soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Was feeling like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Started bawling my guts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Felt so bloody damn bad/guilty towards my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now I think back I can feel the urge to tear again but I WILL NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went to eat dinner at Sakae the next day to celebrate my bday belated-ly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I finally believe in love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay not really love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But instant attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sijia you will know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had a really dumb dream about Sylvester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dreamt that he was in my OBS group?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OMG Jay's concert's in 3 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stayed up the entire night yesterday to watch his 2002 concert and his mvs again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I seriously can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I'm not as excited as I expected myself to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh yea before I forget I must thank the following people for the presents I've received so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Teresa - J Lo's Still!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rose &amp;amp; Ting - Atzigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yunhao - My bday cake which you ate up but nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Soon - The pouch. But it's too sweet smelling. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sharlene - I absolutely love the bracelet thingy. It's really damn nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sijia - My soon-to-come Bossini pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hazel - My soon-to-come pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Huibing - I don't know what you are gonna give me yet but thanks for it. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't think of anyone else who's gonna give me presents. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's kind of sad that my bday's already over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The next time I'm gonna update is like a few gazillion years later so for the time being, don't miss me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110122060038729171?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110122060038729171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110122060038729171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110122060038729171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110122060038729171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/down-again.html' title='DOWN AGAIN.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110087717390607631</id><published>2004-11-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:17:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY OLINDA. WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th Nov 04; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY OLINDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY OLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SHE'S SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MUST BE THOSE STUPID CHEENA PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO VOTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I MEAN NOT ALL ARE STUPID AND CHEENA LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I DON'T HATE SYLVESTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT I OBVIOUSLY RATHER OLINDAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SHE'S SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But come to think of it, it kinda makes voting easier in a sad sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like, if it were Taufik and Olinda as Final 2, I sure don't know who to vote for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At least now I know I confirm will vote for Taufik and only Taufik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But why why why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's so saddeningggggggggggggggggggggggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110087717390607631?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110087717390607631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110087717390607631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110087717390607631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110087717390607631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-olinda-why-why-whyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='WHY OLINDA. WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110079645693528962</id><published>2004-11-19T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T00:47:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th Nov 04; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay so I guess I should start typing my posts according to the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like it's 12.43am now so it should be 19th, not 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I always typed according to whether I've slept past a day or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I don't make sense do I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;While Sijia's happily sharing a tent with Juliana, I shall type here that I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait for Saturday to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I can't wait for next Friday either!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and 17th Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm so hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maybe it's because of the hot chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-ponders-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and maybe it's because of [and I quote] the red ocean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110079645693528962?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110079645693528962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110079645693528962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110079645693528962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110079645693528962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110067776671720709</id><published>2004-11-17T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T15:49:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th Nov 04; Wednesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Save meeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Uggggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just finished watching a new Hk serial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am feeling so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As much as I know it's cliche, I do prefer to watch happy-ever-afters than sad endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The show I was watching was so funny and happy and right at the end, the guy dies in his wedding suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I mean like wthhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So bloody saddening laaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just wish that scriptwriters make up their minds on whether they wanna write a total sob story or a happy and bouncing one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't mix and match wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I'm so grouchy because of the stabbing pain in my damn stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shall go hunt for my panadol now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110067776671720709?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110067776671720709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110067776671720709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110067776671720709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110067776671720709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/pain.html' title='Pain.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110053524563191062</id><published>2004-11-16T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:14:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;15th Nov 04; Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't believe I'm actually shaking my leg to Jolin's songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Something's wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I mean no offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I can't believe I'm actually listening to her songs in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So bizzare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110053524563191062?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110053524563191062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110053524563191062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110053524563191062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110053524563191062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/15th-nov-04-monday-i-cant-believe-im.html' title=''/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110052711227855919</id><published>2004-11-15T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:58:32.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uggh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;15th Nov 04; Monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm like updating nearly every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I need to lose like a hell lot of weight before going to Hk man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't afford to put on any more weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll just die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can totally predict putting on 5kg when I go Hk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ughhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyone have any suggestions on how to lose weight fast?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm going out of my mind here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110052711227855919?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110052711227855919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110052711227855919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110052711227855919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110052711227855919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/uggh.html' title='Uggh.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110045703173581135</id><published>2004-11-15T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T02:30:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the many boulders lifted from my shoulders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;14th Nov 04; Sunday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I feel so much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally got one of the many boulders lifted from my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you [you should know who you are] are reading this, even though I told you not to but you still decided to read, Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully you'll be able to get over everything soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally I can get one of the problems that's plagued me since sec 1, settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pretty happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh and I love my pic now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's niceee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay I'm supposed to go sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;6 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;12 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;34 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hope I counted correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110045703173581135?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110045703173581135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110045703173581135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110045703173581135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110045703173581135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-of-many-boulders-lifted-from-my.html' title='one of the many boulders lifted from my shoulders.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110023782697192011</id><published>2004-11-12T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:37:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th Nov 04; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like B.O.R.E.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay not really thaaat bored since I've got some movies to watch in my com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I'm still bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've got nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay actually I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Studying and packing my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But. I'm not in the mood to do those stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And it's raining now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just become all lazy when it rains and I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Woke up early to go school to pass up the consent form for the Graduation Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully the Graduation Night will be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay this is freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MY MUSIC JUST STOPPED BY ITSELF AND WENT ON TO THE NEXT TRACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-looks around nervously-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeoooooooooooucccccch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway in response to Yunhao's tags, Yunhao you're so "profound" I have no idea what you're talking about. Haha. And Yvee, I'm going to HK on the 17th Dec. Yup. So you guys still can celebrate my birthday with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As usual, I'm gonna sign off with these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;8 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;14 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110023782697192011?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110023782697192011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110023782697192011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110023782697192011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110023782697192011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-110007466789691754</id><published>2004-11-10T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:19:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Nov 04; Wednesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm going Hongkong!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Been quite awhile since I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;So exciteedddd.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Love my new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Quite "me".&lt;br /&gt;Just love the different shades of grey.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a typical skin either.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't really like is the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a really good picture to go with the dull colours.&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;My wound's still not healing.&lt;br /&gt;And it's itchyy.&lt;br /&gt;Like bloody itchy now.&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Later got scar.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have a scar anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The big wound's scab came off when I put a bandage over it.&lt;br /&gt;Diee.&lt;br /&gt;My mom says there's definitely gonna be a scar there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;10 more days!&lt;br /&gt;16 more days!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-110007466789691754?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/110007466789691754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=110007466789691754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110007466789691754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/110007466789691754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109999318394421268</id><published>2004-11-09T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:39:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GIVE UP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;9th Nov 04; Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I GIVE UP ON MY BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I HATE HTMLS I HATE HTMLS I HATE HTMLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OMG MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I NEED A BREAK SOON OTHERWISE I'M GONNA GO OUT OF MY MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109999318394421268?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109999318394421268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109999318394421268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109999318394421268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109999318394421268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-give-up.html' title='I GIVE UP.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109992356281219588</id><published>2004-11-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:32:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th Nov 04; Monday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am hooked on the Nelly song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Over And Over.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;Desree's You Gotta Be is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to listen to more English music nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Getting slightly sick of the latest typical pop tunes being churned out by aspiring Chinese singers nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, I can't stand listening to hip-hop either.&lt;br /&gt;All the low-key rapping.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Sakae Sushi buffet this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Broke my personal record.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling so bloody damn bloated la.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Been getting bites all over.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;So itchyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still peeling and peeling.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;12 more days!&lt;br /&gt;18 more days!&lt;br /&gt;Whooooo. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109992356281219588?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109992356281219588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109992356281219588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109992356281219588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109992356281219588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109974887902879936</id><published>2004-11-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:41:57.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww. Oww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th Nov 04; Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm touched.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so not gonna run after a bus anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched because my primary school best buds are such sweet souls.&lt;br /&gt;Went out today with them.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Seoul Garden [finally!] .&lt;br /&gt;And they bought me a slice of cake as a Happy Early Birthday Cake.&lt;br /&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;And then they proceeded to buy me a bottle of Aztique, the perfume I've been wanting from The Body Shop.&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;So touchedd.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. =D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna run after a bus anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Soon Kheng and I are like.&lt;br /&gt;Totally LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We ran after 173 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;She took a shortcut while I just ran on the path.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up banging into each other.&lt;br /&gt;The LOL thing?&lt;br /&gt;I scraped and scratched my knee and elbow badly.&lt;br /&gt;Soon just suffered a cut on her palm.&lt;br /&gt;Like totally LOL la.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't walk around easily.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;14 days and 20 days more!&lt;br /&gt;Heh. =D&lt;br /&gt;Well for Si Jia, it's 19 days only right?&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go paste my 4th adhesive pad on my knee now!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109974887902879936?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109974887902879936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109974887902879936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109974887902879936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109974887902879936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/aww-oww.html' title='Aww. Oww.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109938290332739515</id><published>2004-11-02T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:21:02.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whirling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Nov 04; Tuesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So sick of feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna shake off the feeling of guilt and sit back without having to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't really describe how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let go some responsiblity for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to sound so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rubbishing.&lt;br /&gt;Really rubbishing my time away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to talk in codes too.&lt;br /&gt;Self-amazement and self-amusement.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody stop me from rubbishing any more further.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109938290332739515?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109938290332739515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109938290332739515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109938290332739515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109938290332739515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/11/whirling.html' title='whirling.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109905735817168457</id><published>2004-10-29T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:22:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th Oct 04; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'M BACK.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER 5 DAYS OF BLISTERS AND SUNBURNT SKIN AND SWOLLEN LIPS.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT FORGETTING TO MENTION A DAMN FREAKING FLU AND A THROAT THAT JUST CAN'T BE CLEARED.&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really have to admit that I kinda miss OBS?&lt;br /&gt;At 1st I couldn't wait to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;But then I'm kinda missing it now.&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Nila Utama all the way. =D&lt;br /&gt;Yunhao was my kayaking partner!!&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo Yunhao you're such a sweet soul for bearing with my constant blowing of nose in the middle of the night, kopping tissue with me everyday, not giving up on me when we kayaked together, cheering me up at the right times, not farting into my face in the tent, sharing your mosquito repellent with me, carrying the tent with me and most importantly, for helping me through when I had my near-to-break-down moments. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wished I had the chance to go on the obstacle course and flying fox. &gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;Blame it all on the weatherrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Nila Utama all the way!!&lt;br /&gt;I love my group? Okay I don't love my group.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Nila Utama still rocks. =D&lt;br /&gt;I miss my instructor!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He's so bloody damn lame but he's so damn niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get to say bye to him. =(&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellllll.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I didn't like about OBS was the trekking.&lt;br /&gt;Eee.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;They sure gave too much food.&lt;br /&gt;Had to throw away some to lighten my load.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't bathed thoroughly yett.&lt;br /&gt;Feel so sticky.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not retaining!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;So glad.&lt;br /&gt;And Christopher's finally out!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;So happy.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I'm contented with everything.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I so wanna pitch a tent in my house now.&lt;br /&gt;Where are the pegs and the spacers?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared I start sleep talking like Naomi.&lt;br /&gt;Oh welll.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bathe and I'm gonna tuck myself nicely into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK FROM OBS AND I MISS IT AND I WANNA GO KAYAKING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109905735817168457?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109905735817168457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109905735817168457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109905735817168457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109905735817168457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/10/back_29.html' title='BACK.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109863136332489312</id><published>2004-10-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:23:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS HERE I COME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4th Oct 04; Sunday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just knew it.&lt;br /&gt;I packed my stuff yesterday and I thought everything's settled already.&lt;br /&gt;I just knew it. I missed out my face wipes.&lt;br /&gt;And I only remembered them at 10+.&lt;br /&gt;Ran down to Shop and Save to buy but it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;7 11 and Esso doesn't sell them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. &gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about OBS I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Am hoping I'll get mobile.&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't mind living in residential for 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;Just afraid of when nature calls.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a wedding dinner on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Si Jia I know you are still jealous of me. I promise I'll give you the free gift. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo cut my hair on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It's short.&lt;br /&gt;And thin.&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm still up!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to sleep earlyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop typing.&lt;br /&gt;-in a serious and dramatic tone- This is my final log in my blog before I embark on the wonderful journey of OBS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so rubbishy.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off here.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me people.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;LOL most people will be off for OBS anyway so who's gonna miss who.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I really have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbishing away.&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;WHOEVER WHO'S READING THIS AND IS NOT AT OBS, DON'T MISS ME. LOL. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109863136332489312?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109863136332489312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109863136332489312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109863136332489312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109863136332489312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/10/obs-here-i-come.html' title='OBS HERE I COME.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109845023480166337</id><published>2004-10-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:24:27.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUKC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd Oct 04; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SINGAPOREANS ARE REALLY FREAKING BLIND AND DEAF.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, HELLO?!?! CHRISTOPHER!?! ?!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUKC?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE HE'S A PRETTY FACE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;HE CAN'T SING FOR NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;MAIA IS SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH BETTER THAN HIM.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET WHY SINGAPOREANS JUST CARE MORE ABOUT THE SURFACE.&lt;br /&gt;FUKC.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER BETTER GET OUT THE NEXT EPISODE.&lt;br /&gt;HE BETTER GET OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO GONNA VOTE 10 TIMES FOR EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR HIM AND DAPHNE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I RATHER DAPHNE TO CHRISTOPHER.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST SHE CAN SING.&lt;br /&gt;HE CAN'T AND HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE IN THE COMPETITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109845023480166337?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109845023480166337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109845023480166337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109845023480166337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109845023480166337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-fukc.html' title='WHAT THE FUKC.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109828732939278473</id><published>2004-10-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:25:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepared. Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th Oct 04; Wednesday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm.&lt;br /&gt;So not prepared to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Not just because I'm still in the holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;But also because I'm so damn afraid of facing my results.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I might retain.&lt;br /&gt;Scares me big time.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today because I really had a case of diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda glad and anxious at the same time too.&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering how I fared for my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I've got only a pathetic 11 for my Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;Even after I wrote a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;Even after 3 months of tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't even manage a 20.&lt;br /&gt;My physics and chem?&lt;br /&gt;Totally fukc-ed up.&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;I so seriously hope they will let me be promoted on the criteria of passing English and 2 other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to retain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I blog again?&lt;br /&gt;My entry's gonna be full of disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109828732939278473?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109828732939278473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109828732939278473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109828732939278473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109828732939278473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/10/prepared-not.html' title='Prepared. Not.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532608.post-109784734835198054</id><published>2004-10-15T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:26:11.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JERRY ONG IS FINALLY OUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th Oct 04; Friday-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;JERRY ONG IS FINALLY OUT OUT OUT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO BLOODY HAPPY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER IS GONNA BE NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TAUFIK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He's really damn good.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is so smooth and when he goes into that falsetto voice, he's just simply FABULOUS. Oh and he's pretty good-looking too.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester's goooooood too. But Taufik somehow appeals to me more because he can handle all the genres so far. Yeaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he becomes the Singapore Idol. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo.&lt;br /&gt;The only things I'm worry about is whether my results suck and whether I'm gonna retain.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that failing BOTH English and Emaths will make you retain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody damn dead if that's really true.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;OBS is coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;So excited.&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go "shopping" for the things I need next week.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh bought me my Jay Fantasy Plus vcd!!!&lt;br /&gt;So happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr Goh.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to stay in a great mood.&lt;br /&gt;At least until my results are back.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna retainnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;Stop Stop Stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532608-109784734835198054?l=quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/feeds/109784734835198054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532608&amp;postID=109784734835198054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109784734835198054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532608/posts/default/109784734835198054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotidianprovocations-.blogspot.com/2004/10/jerry-ong-is-finally-out.html' title='JERRY ONG IS FINALLY OUT.'/><author><name>dyeann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa7XQEYJfJQ/SWDqFvQDSOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nqHDNw734Q/S220/DSCF6174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
