<?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-5069623619570800918</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:34:32.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yvonne's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5085985496087421936</id><published>2011-09-19T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:26:09.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9i_MmFA2KJA/TneSaJZEGEI/AAAAAAAAABs/GUtari3mUk8/s1600/newlook.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9i_MmFA2KJA/TneSaJZEGEI/AAAAAAAAABs/GUtari3mUk8/s400/newlook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654148835082246210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experimenting with a new look. Wave with some light make up on. Gosh. I still can't believe that i'm turning 19 in another 3 months half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to Europe for the next 2 weeks for a lil getaway from this hot weather in Singapore which i believe most of us fear and Genting on 15th-16th Oct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say life's mundane now, been occupied with shopping sprees and jamming with my new Baby Taylor. At first i didnt believe that my finger's skin will turn hard due to practicing, but recently there's a small patch of dead skin on my index finger. ): Will call up recruit express for small scale jobs after i'm back from all my holidays. In need for cash since i'm without allowance these 2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5085985496087421936?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5085985496087421936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5085985496087421936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5085985496087421936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5085985496087421936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2011/09/experimenting-with-new-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9i_MmFA2KJA/TneSaJZEGEI/AAAAAAAAABs/GUtari3mUk8/s72-c/newlook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8078664645683768419</id><published>2011-07-29T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T07:47:46.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i'll always have this urge to know whether you're doing well. Watching your back view walking away seemed so familiar yet so distant until i'm confused.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm glad i saw you today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8078664645683768419?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8078664645683768419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8078664645683768419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8078664645683768419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8078664645683768419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-guess-ill-always-have-this-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1233175838338545353</id><published>2011-06-06T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:29:56.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AE1ALLUNbZU/Te0KSgur52I/AAAAAAAAAAs/eQfB8_-c2wE/s1600/grppic1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AE1ALLUNbZU/Te0KSgur52I/AAAAAAAAAAs/eQfB8_-c2wE/s400/grppic1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615155623540549474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These people are the ones that kept me going on and on. Every time something hit me to rock bottom, they'll be the ones pulling me back up on my feet. Yes, they are too dear to me. &amp;lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning 18 and realising that you're 18 are really two different events. When i just turned 18, the only thing on my mind was that i was legally legal and i'm just gonna party and do whatever i want. Realising now, that i'm 18, really scares me sometimes. There's suddenly so much responsibilities and this sense of being, mixed with ego and pride. There's still so many things i yet to accomplish and want to do. My dreams and path to take, decision making and beliefs -all concocted up in the small mind of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home today, saw an elderly couple giving each other a light kiss on the escalator. The first expression that came to my mind was surprisingly not "EWWW". I just thought, how much have they been through in life together to stay like this. And that, warmed my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1233175838338545353?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1233175838338545353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1233175838338545353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1233175838338545353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1233175838338545353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AE1ALLUNbZU/Te0KSgur52I/AAAAAAAAAAs/eQfB8_-c2wE/s72-c/grppic1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1306826757723660531</id><published>2010-12-27T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:01:43.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas this year is so different from all that i'd have experienced before. Maybe it would be slightly similar if i'd spent it in a western country, but alas, no. Taiwan was bustling that night, though there were only few occasional lightings that were put up in mostly only tourist attraction places. The crowd was there nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time experiencing a winter-y Christmas, and it was around 8-9 degrees that night. Enjoyed having just some quiet time in a non-crowded area with minimal people, and having authentic Sashimi sushi and hot tea. Quite a huge difference with previous years without the traditional stuffed turkey and pastries. No hassle, nothing. Simply, just enjoyed the night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shared a bedroom with Alexia, and suddenly think she's quite neat. HAHA. Or maybe it's just i'm the messy one. And enjoyed the supper night where we sat at Macs and just gossip till weeee hours before heading back. Though there might be some complications here and there, and some arguments and disagreements, overall the whole trip i must say i loved it. The weather is superb, the food was heavenly (except for KFC) and the company was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to reality, school's starting and i'm clearly still in the holiday mood. This sem's arrangement and stuff quite fail and sad to say i miss our old class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst part is that i'm turning 18, but i feel like a 16. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1306826757723660531?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1306826757723660531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1306826757723660531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1306826757723660531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1306826757723660531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-this-year-is-so-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7249736892090810276</id><published>2010-10-28T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:00:07.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So mentally exhausted that i could actually fall asleep unconsciously while standing on the MRT during the evening peak hours where the working crowd squeezes in the tiny cramped area. Okay, this is getting abit exaggerated but yes, i did fall asleep unknowingly leaning on some glass panel in one the corners. It was only when there came a point of time my knees buckled due to the deepness of my sleep where i got jolted awake totally which made me realised i'd reach my destination. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna slim down. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think i'll enjoy my new class. People there, are quite gl. Okay, though its a minority, but yes, some things just make people uncomfortable when everyone can't even compromise on something as simple as grouping. WTH? Probably just that handful can make the whole class mood's down just because they cannot handle such people also doesnt give them any right to push it to other groups, which are already full. And worse enough requesting the tutor so that 1 group could have 6 members instead of 5 when they by default have 4 yet doesnt want to take in that 1. So what if he's a foreigner. It's so damn obvious that they are at the losing end and even had that face to make the whole class compromise for them who is unwilling to compromise for us. How ironic, and so much for team spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess i'll just stick by my favourite few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7249736892090810276?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7249736892090810276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7249736892090810276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7249736892090810276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7249736892090810276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-mentally-exhausted-that-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2987765137479679369</id><published>2010-10-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:07:29.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long since i've had that sale shopping craze in me. Sadly, it only came recently and there's only 1 week left for shopping. Such a pity when all stores are trying to clear their stocks so they can welcome the new season's collections.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it just so happens when you open your wardrobe to look for something nice to wear and ended up staring at it for freaking 15 mins and yet still have no idea what to wear. Frustrated, you just pulled out a shapeless tee from that pile of miserably stacked clothes and a bottom which was just freshly washed and placed in a couple of hours ago. Gahhhh, that's what i'm undergoing and experiencing for the past whole week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, shopping didnt really go well but something did caught my eye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/coat.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiang chiang! It's the coat from Bershka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn niceeee right. It's like freaking $159 bucks but it did looked great (after trying it on). Glad to say that Mum's sponsoring and did accept it though she think there's too many buttons on it. But, got that military wear feel right. Very boomz. Hehe. It's wasn't really a love at first sight, and rather the feel came after randomly trying it on in the shop with Mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... the rather indecisive me decided to reserve it today, and i'm gonna get it tomorrow in town. The only sad part about all these is that there were no new stocks and the ones left are all on display, and it's the same for every other outlet. Abit saddening but i guess there isn't another alternative to choose from. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinnering at Yoshinoya was quite funny, cause Angie started with those mind wrecking (but somehow lame) games then almost blew everyone's brains away. We were quite calm in the beginning but towards the middle, we just kept laughing loudly and screaming "because lips can touch!" and "BANG BANG BANG BANG WHO DIE?!" in that small little fastfood outlet. It became ridiculously hilarious and retarded that we got so obsessed that even peeing in our respective cubicles in a public toilet, Vanessa was still chanting "WHO DIE WHO DIE" and there will still be people answering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you CAN imagine what others are thinking hearing our conversations while they pee as well. Totally AWEsome. (get it?) HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow at Alexia's, Taiwan trip planning (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2987765137479679369?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2987765137479679369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2987765137479679369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2987765137479679369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2987765137479679369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-long-since-ive-had-that-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-6524795197731818607</id><published>2010-10-04T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:03:01.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this blog needs some updates. HAHA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite nua recently that i became kinda shabby too. But, i sincerely think this blog needs revamping. And i'm gonna do it soon! YES SOON. So check out the change yeah? Gonna change the layout abit, plus that old school picture of me 2 years ago at the top left corner (yes that was 2 years ago no kidding!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And gonna come out with a blogshop. (HOPEFULLY) I need kachingggzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! More things to look forward too. Wednesday, FEP with girls + Darren, and Polyforum closing ceremony @ school on Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum just criticised my badly painted nail, yes without the 's', all thanks to Vanessa. HEHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on my nuffnang ads pwease~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abrupt ending of post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-6524795197731818607?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6524795197731818607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6524795197731818607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6524795197731818607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6524795197731818607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-this-blog-needs-some-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-9003783442976941675</id><published>2010-09-07T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:17:13.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo_00004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right eye is red. ): Probably it's the same as Alexia's case that time, not enough sleep. Miec was okok, only the last question made me kinda confused but i'd just crapped my way through. Bstats was also okok, a few questions had me desperately PLUCKING and PULLING my &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt; hair and making wierd sounds of what seemed like a chicken dying. Ahem. But overall it was alright, i hope. Having fingers' crossed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's blog seemed dead. &lt;strong&gt;You, you and YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Universal Studios, with Hay as well as with the YOGang. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to finally meet my girls on Friday! &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the 1 night stayover @ Resort World Sentosa with my lovely(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly have the urge to spam outings after exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go wild, be wild.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah babaye. 1 day's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-9003783442976941675?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/9003783442976941675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=9003783442976941675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/9003783442976941675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/9003783442976941675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-eye-is-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-851757388435409837</id><published>2010-08-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:00:19.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoyed my slow life recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with a few chapters which i thought i would not be doing and having a great time over at YOG. Last YOG duty was with Johanna, and enjoyed as we just spent time blasting music and singing all the high songs while playing monopoly deal even while doing work at the same time. Handed our shift over to Qaiser and Jasmin. Jasmin's the manager of ACS(I)'s boarding school, is that cool or cooler man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk cocked and breifed for around 1 hour before leaving with Johanna. We're like seriously road idiots and just lost our way in RJC. You see, we were looking for that side gate to Marymount MRT but since the school is so big, finding sucha small gate seemed ridiculously difficult. Haha. Asked for direction twice, and finally saw it at a corner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another YOG duty tmr @RJC. This time doing with Benita again. YAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna meet up with my girls soon, but i have duty on Sunday. H.O.W. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-851757388435409837?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/851757388435409837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=851757388435409837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/851757388435409837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/851757388435409837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/08/enjoyed-my-slow-life-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3203350630201574681</id><published>2010-08-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:54:57.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1427.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1442-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time with my Mum and sister today. Initially our motive of going to Suntec City despite knowing that there would be a jam and a room blockage was to go to YES! to buy spectacles. We each got one ultimately, but yes, we were strandled there. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped abit and turned out i bought quite a few stuff. 2 pants and 2 lycra tee from Giordano cause they were having a sale, 1 Vichy concealer + healer introduced by Zann at Watsons, my matted spectacles to be collected in 2 weeks time, and Anderson icecream! Everything else than the icecream is nice. I tried being geh kiang and tried out a new flavour i never tried before - Rum and Raisin. And guess what? It turned out to be medicine-milky type with raisins. Eeewww? Horribly terrible totally. Regretted instantly after i bite into it. You should have seen my face man. How priceless and glamorous my expression was, was surely epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i still managed to finish half despite the wierd taste, cause it costed my mum $5.50. WTH. For that piece of trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1461.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum found a good spot outside suntec city where clear view of army tanks and the President's car passed by. Best thing was, there were chairs and tables and NO CROWD. After seeing similar army tanks passed by and went back, i fell asleep on the table. LOL. But that nap sure was power. In the blink of an eye, 45 mins passed like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1468-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks was a little disappointing, but i guess it was alright since we didnt have the intention of watching it live. (Thanks to the road blockade we cannot leave Suntec via car.) So, settled ourselves on a bridge and caught a few shots of the fireworks. Sure are pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met sister and Eric, and his parents @ Hajilane and went for dinner @ 9.30pm. Had a.. merely satisfying buffet hotpot at Liang xia street opposite Bugis and homed after that. I think i ate too much tomyum, cause my tummy's churning now. T.T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss the girls. Want another htht soon. Ber, you'll be okay, you'll always have us. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3203350630201574681?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3203350630201574681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3203350630201574681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3203350630201574681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3203350630201574681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/08/spent-some-time-with-my-mum-and-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4074567597487001343</id><published>2010-08-04T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:09:16.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. I can't believe how hard life was this week, though it is the last week of school. Imagine that, i'd cleared THREE FREAKING PRESENTATIONS in SIX FREAKING DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, i sincerely feel i deserve 3 claps, or maybe 3 claps with an A-W-E-S-O-M-E behind. Oh well, but after hard work there comes satisfaction and the sense of accomplishment. Seriously, who can be so insane to wash their formal dress plus blazer 3 times within 6 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down with Alexia, Seth and Hengxuan to Kay Siang road, YOG HQ to collect the accreditation card and uniform as well as photo taking for the card. We were also given a complimentary debit card which gives us FREE UNLIMITED bus rides and 4 MRT rides from the 10th to 28th August. Of course, after that you can top up the card and use it like a debit card as per normal till the end of next year. Cool? You bet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a complimentary free lime-green pouch, a tube of sunblock, 2 crocodile sponsered uniform with 1 pants, and 1 crocodile YOG cap. Yay! I like free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i nearly committed suicide trying to carry everything home during the 7pm peak hour. Apart from carry all those goodies in a tote bag above, i was also carry my shoe bag, and my puma bag with a freaking laptop, 1 set of formal clothes, pencil case, 1 foolscape, and a meiji long chewy gummy and a cup of Green Apple Iceblend Sweet talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just die carrying all those weight. Oh! Did i mention my photo in my accreditation card looks like shit? Bahhhh. Sian. What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also marks the end of TB04'10. There will be no more classes together, and is highly impossible that everyone will be in the same class next semester. Aye, really sad. But i'm sure class outings will be often formed, like we'll be going to K tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naise. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for dinner. Hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4074567597487001343?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4074567597487001343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4074567597487001343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4074567597487001343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4074567597487001343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4509569264141184913</id><published>2010-07-27T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:48:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I smile, because i dont wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, to suppress the surging emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry, to stop my heart from hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4509569264141184913?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4509569264141184913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4509569264141184913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4509569264141184913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4509569264141184913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-smile-because-i-dont-wanna-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-749640901884320690</id><published>2010-07-10T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:42:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking about all the upcoming projects and presentations, and the main objective of today, which is just to study, i forcefully closed my eyes and only exposed myself to reality @ 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 hours of satisfactory sleep did felt great after a week of non sufficient one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that made me happy last week was Hay, TB04 and that i got into the Christieara Programme. Seriously didnt think that was possible, but received a sms from NP stating that i got 'specially selected'. Hhaaha. Sense of accomplishment was booming high after i read this in an email sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Congratulations for being nominated to attend a briefing by SDAR on TCP on 15 July. The Christieara Programme (TCP) is a prestigious programme for top students. It is specially designed to develop you holistically and to challenge you constantly in your 3 years with NP through various programmes such as empowerment camps, overseas study visits, community services, adventure trips, seminars, dialogue sessions with political leaders and senior civil servants, workshops on current affairs and preparations for university and scholarship applications. In a nutshell, the programme is all about talent development and it provides wonderful opportunities for your personal growth and enrichment. The programme also prepares you well to vie for future scholarships and enhances your personal portfolio to gain entry into local and foreign universities."&lt;/blockquote&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Bstats test, 3 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Bcomm Presentation @ 9am. OBSE test, 8 chapters. The Christieara presentation briefing @ 5.30 - 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing: TCP briefing and OBSE test clashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for YOG volunteery work @ Raffles Institute with Alexia, Yihui, Farhan and other friends. Should be quite enjoyable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Vanessa bought cheap Nike sportsbra for me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-749640901884320690?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/749640901884320690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=749640901884320690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/749640901884320690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/749640901884320690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking-about-all-upcoming-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3345619911862899927</id><published>2010-07-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:24:23.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When things get busy and everyone gets stressed up over stupid projects and assignments, what we'll all need is a good laugh sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senario 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Angeline "I wear a braless bra strip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senario 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Allan "Yvonne, how much you paid for your Paul Frank Highcut?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne "Er... around 90 plus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan "Oh... Then Swenn, how much you paid for your Supras Highcut?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne "Very expensive! Around twice of mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swenn "No la! 100plus.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherman "100plus 1 dollar only what..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senario 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swenn "Aye. How to end this paragraph? Like abit short.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne "Er... i think can already la. We mentioned bout the complimentary model F1 cars in the suites already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan "I see i see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherman "Nevermind short la. Can end with short and suite. (short and sweet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mine, what about you? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3345619911862899927?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3345619911862899927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3345619911862899927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3345619911862899927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3345619911862899927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-things-get-busy-and-everyone-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-751506680041400764</id><published>2010-06-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:18:43.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/24062010272.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/24062010271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan was enjoyable. More photos wil be uploaded after my sissy's back from her continuation tour. Really love the weather there. Though it may be sunny and bright, there was no shed of perspire at all. I mean like seriously. HAHA. Also, on all escalators, the people there very automatically stood on the right side, so that others rushing can walk up/down from the left side. And they even queue, yes i meant QUEUE to get up the MRT. Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there was flaws as well. I dont know how or why, after bathing each time, my hair becomes damn dry. Had a hard time making my hair look normal again. And there zebra crossing is kinda useless. We came to a conclusion that it is only a sign that you could cross here, but that doesnt mean the traffic would stop for you to cross. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! Dogs can be brought into the MRTs! And everywhere i go, i could be shops selling dog apparel and owners carrying their dogs around. If only Singapore could be like that uh.. Oh well. Guess that's not possible in a multi-rational country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second term of school started. And things are going to get more busy this time round. The weightage of projects and assignments also got heavier. Gotta start focusing already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss girls' outing. Aye. Looking forward to Sunday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. A nuffnang Ad caught my attention. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;http://helpfindmyphone.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-lost-my-phone-please-help.html#comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-751506680041400764?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/751506680041400764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=751506680041400764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/751506680041400764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/751506680041400764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/06/taiwan-was-enjoyable.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4206237887650425181</id><published>2010-05-25T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:51:14.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many many things happening nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elearning week is filled up with deadline for projects, more TB04 outings and of course, homework pile increasing as days past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must say, i really like life now. Everyday there's a new meaning to it. Something to achieve, something to look forward for. When there's friends around, even the toughest days seem passable. We're all in it together, a team, a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch football Singapore last Saturday was great. Though we lost several games, we gained valuable experience and we all had fun together. Rain or shine, we still hanged on. Trug girls FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB04 had been marvellous. Breaks inbetween schooling days, we chiong projects together, we had lunch together, we Taboo-ed together, we forfeited together. We even want to choose back the same class next sem together. Memories overflooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you never come?!" "BO JIO!~" "HAHAHHA" "PHAILLLL"&lt;br /&gt;TB04 '10 FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this Friday, my girls and Hay, irreplacable. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4206237887650425181?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4206237887650425181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4206237887650425181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4206237887650425181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4206237887650425181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/05/many-many-things-happening-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8952897794518324936</id><published>2010-05-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:01:55.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th birthday Ber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaahah. You're finally as old as me. Now we shall await for the rest yeah? Angie's one.. very very soon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you for close 10 years, you're still that old self you, bubbly and cheerful. I still remember your compos always got praised in class, be it in primary or secondary school. And you are always top 10 too! Guess there should be no problem in your poly life now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We havent fulfilled our Amk date yet. When you freeeee!!! Give yourself a break from paktor-ing please! :DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a shopping spree too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEHE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay la. This post abit screwed, but yeah, got all the important details to you already in that sms. Must go reread okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, shall update this lone space soon. Yawns. Im losing touch to blogging. Zzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8952897794518324936?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8952897794518324936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8952897794518324936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8952897794518324936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8952897794518324936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-17th-birthday-ber-hahhaahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1909640502131109264</id><published>2010-05-08T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:55:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt how tight time is nowadays. There are many many things i wanna do and have to do in such a short period of time and im totally feeling lost already. I dontknow what's more prior to others and what should i give up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i miss my secondary school life, where after-schools are a delight, where homework piles up and no one cares, where my girls are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie, stay strong girl. You know im not good at words but we're all still here for you. Probably this decision might be a blessing in disguise, so dont let it affect you yeah? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1909640502131109264?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1909640502131109264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1909640502131109264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1909640502131109264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1909640502131109264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/05/suddenly-felt-how-tight-time-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1883953055232225948</id><published>2010-04-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:53:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's awesome when you finally made some friends. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to know my class peeps, cause last week there's only Bcomm tuts that had to be attended, and mostly friends made were in another class. Hence, different timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Im so in love with Miec that i actually finished next week's tutorials! Awesome eh? (: Somehow Poly lecturers are so way better than Secondary school's teachers. (In my opinion that is). Entertaining, and you could really feel their passion for teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait. Sonny Phua.. Not yet i suppose. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was freaking cold. Especially when it was raining, my jacket seemed to be of no use. Swenn and I were constantly complaining bout the aircon throughout classes. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambass and Touch Rug tomorrow with Swenn, Edwin and Hay. Hurray! Im gonna have a happening poly life man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS/ Bus 74 is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It should be 3 decked instead.&lt;br /&gt;2. There is always un-airconditioned buses at PEAK hours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Even if it is airconditioned, weather outside today was MUCH cooler.&lt;br /&gt;4. FYI, i was sweating CONTINUOUSLY for the 1.5 hour bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;5. I stopped sweating after getting OFF the bus.&lt;br /&gt;6. Idk why, but FAT people like to sit in the middle of 3 seats, causing the other 2 insufficient for others. Hoggers. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;7. I shall not stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;8. Reminder : Fallacy of composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1883953055232225948?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1883953055232225948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1883953055232225948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1883953055232225948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1883953055232225948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/schools-awesome-when-you-finally-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8829175522782619236</id><published>2010-04-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:39:01.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems solved, lessons today was only 1 hour and the ITB lecturer was so entertaining! Hahah! She went like "So ya.. imagine 40 thousand people stuck at the tiny changi airport.. Its like a refugee camp la!" LOL!! There're some other funny parts too, but the STM yours truly can't rmb. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to the IThelpdesk @ the BA building to get my lappie software done. Nicole, Zoey and Xiaowei were there to accompany. Thanks girls. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that headed down to Ourspace @ 72 and slacked. Tried doing homework and Hay visited, skipping lesson. Sent him back to his block after 15mins and he called me 5 mins after saying he is dimissed. So waited for him at teaching hub and walked back to Ourspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaowei left first with her friends then we headed down to CC for dance4fun! The dance battles were great and all schools were cheering like mad! Awesome atmosphere. Alliteration. LOL. In the end FMS won. They did adacadabra! Did cheered for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BA's cheer was cute!! They changed the Aztecs cheer to BA. So it went like, BA AH EH AH EH AH, BA AH EH! Of course with the catchy hand movements as well. :D:D Alexia, pity you didnt come! Hehe. And when the FMS were perfoming, the audience infront of us were like saying the Macedonian's HOT HOT HOT THATS VERY HOT cheer. HAHAA. But they were truely good.. and hot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice, thanks twinny! Knew what you did yesterday you this silly girl. Very much appreciated. (': I'll see you this Sat! Muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8829175522782619236?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8829175522782619236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8829175522782619236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8829175522782619236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8829175522782619236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8514219337687168235</id><published>2010-04-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:00:13.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been rocky recently. Too many internal affairs and unforseen future. Lucky school's awesome today. I know im so gonna love Ngee Ann and poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne's been a good girl, listening in MIEC lecture, so she actually understands Micro Econs! Wow! Gonna love that subject as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i miss my girls. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8514219337687168235?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8514219337687168235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8514219337687168235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8514219337687168235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8514219337687168235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/lifes-been-rocky-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5816148169826736567</id><published>2010-04-15T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:21:30.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The ultimate reason why Yvonne's getting fat recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Angus Steakhouse @ Orchard Parade Hotel with Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel Guys @ Vivocity with Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0586-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0584-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYNY @ Amkhub. Random trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, as you can see.. Most of my money goes to food. Should start saving though im only left with 3 days till this luxury ends. And oh! Im having Seoul Garden with the Macedonians tomorrow. Gahhh. See what i mean? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faaaatty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a brighter and consoling note, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Or rather, hell hath no fury like a &lt;em&gt;hungry&lt;/em&gt; woman scorned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd got my excuse. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5816148169826736567?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5816148169826736567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5816148169826736567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5816148169826736567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5816148169826736567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultimate-reason-why-yvonnes-getting-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4954498357096247221</id><published>2010-04-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:19:37.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cultural night on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a blast with my girls around. Been long since i'd last met with them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun day today doing some random John Little Warehouse Sale shopping with Alexia and her mum. Think they got quite a few cheap grabs, and they had to make 4 payments in total cause every $50 you spend there, you'll get $8 off. Nice deal eh! Was quite surprised to see Xia's mum spam buy potato chips @ 3 for $4. She bought 6, and only until much later i realised she's gonna give me 3, alongside with a big bar of Cadbury choc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all became my movie companions, first time eating in cinemas without the usual popcorns. Or rather, corn. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a booth selling sweetcorn while travelling to different halls @ Expo, very very tempted. But sadly i find it too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my stomach had to wait. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at Lerk Thai and Alexia was spamming eyepower at the waiters cause they were damn slow. I swear there were more than 5 tables uncleared. Unsightly scene lor. And they walked past those tables as if they were sparkling clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down finally and got constantly treated with bad service. Noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was okay. Or was i hungry? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused back to Serangoon and got fed again. Alexia's family is damn hilarious! I like! Got a lift to AMKhub by her dad, and watched How to train a Dragon (again!) with sisters. I still find it heartwarming the second time i watch. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4954498357096247221?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4954498357096247221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4954498357096247221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4954498357096247221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4954498357096247221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/cultural-night-on-saturday-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2212222395007433455</id><published>2010-04-02T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:55:39.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome day out with Alexia darling. We almost travelled the whole of singapore except the west side. Highlight of the day was bus trips, cabs, Megatrex IT fair @ Expo and AMB concert @ VCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many hilarious moments with that girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read about it at her blog. &lt;a href="http://www.simplicity-her.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.simplicity-her.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to start saving before school starts. Getting broke soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAOC next week! Can't wait though i fear meeting new people and the games day. -.- And my group's called Majestic Macedonians, and the first time i read it, i thought it was Majestic Macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-____________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i was kinda hungry at that time or something. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2212222395007433455?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2212222395007433455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2212222395007433455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2212222395007433455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2212222395007433455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/awesome-day-out-with-alexia-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8177482755524190973</id><published>2010-03-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:14:22.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to NCHS tomorrow to watch Bernice, Darren and the others on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im proud of you twinny! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update this dead thingy soon before cobwebs hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alexia, we must at least take a photo tgt tmr! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8177482755524190973?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8177482755524190973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8177482755524190973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8177482755524190973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8177482755524190973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-nchs-tomorrow-to-watch-bernice.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1486548361555372634</id><published>2010-03-04T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:45:19.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st uber shock of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was drying my hair after shower in my mum's bedroom yesterday. Felt rather tired and relaxed after the hot bath so i closed my eyes while drying my hair. When i finally opened my eyes, saw this freaaaaking big moth right in front of me. Omg la! It was soooo close i could see the leopard prints on its wings. Gave a freaking gay yell and instinctively, i used the hairdryer like a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hot wind must have been too strong for that you-so-deserve-it moth that it got blown away. It put up quite a nice show before it died though. Somersault-ed a few times, flap flap flap and crashed onto the ground. Bwahaha. Im becoming a sadist i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really dared to give it a proper funeral by dumping it into the bin, so i just took a piece of tissue and covered it, then wished it 安心上路, and left the room. Hoping that either Dad or maid will dispose it by the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, epic yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon talking to Alexia and randomly discussing bout Ber's old posts. Seriously her posts are damn zai. Fluent english + sarcasm = HOLY GG. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised how wide our convo can be. From laptops to nails, then Elean and her mum. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day slightly wasted. Slightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1486548361555372634?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1486548361555372634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1486548361555372634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1486548361555372634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1486548361555372634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-uber-shock-of-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8460194425792899573</id><published>2010-03-01T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:53:52.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whats more awesome than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13/3 - Jam Hsiao Jing Teng concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a blast with his voice and all. What's best, its only next weeeeek! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/4 ~ 8/4 - BAOC 2010! (Business &amp;amp; Accountancy Orientation Camp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though there may be attire restrictions, gotta feeling im gonna have lotsa fun there. Gonna meet all my other coursemates, and hopefully make a few close friends before school starts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/4 ~ 16/4 - Korea!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd trip overseas this year! Awaiting for the Taiwan one during june/july and Aussie one at year end. Im gonna see cherry blossoms! Cool? And not forgetting nice scenery, dirt biking, fruits picking, kimchi and Shabu x2! Woohoo! Can't wait totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/4 - Start of new school life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Ann Business Studies, here i come. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8460194425792899573?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8460194425792899573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8460194425792899573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8460194425792899573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8460194425792899573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-more-awesome-than-this-133-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2513041788027547890</id><published>2010-02-26T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:30:33.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloghopping really makes me feel amazed at how small Singapore is. Everyone seems to be connected to each other somehow, one way or another. MSN conver with Bernice was quite entertaining cause it somehow involves Wayne and his friend as well. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girls came over for a steamboat session today. Met Angie, Ber and Xia @ Kovan for some ingredient shopping. I swear the freaking hot weather could kill. Barely a few minutes' walk under the sun and im sweating like nobody's business. Ended up was asked by them why i looked so cui. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steamboat was filling! To think i haven't have had a proper meal since.. 2 days ago? Though Bernice likes filling our bowls with sausages and crabmeat, there was ALOT left. Guess my next few days breakfast lunch and dinner will all be filled with sausages and crabmeat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! Vanessa came after Angie went to fetch her from school. We were worried cause it looked like it was about to rain. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really rained, and the weather just got hotter after that. Wth is this! LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realised after every para, i end with a LOL. LOL. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2513041788027547890?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2513041788027547890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2513041788027547890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2513041788027547890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2513041788027547890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/02/bloghopping-really-makes-me-feel-amazed.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4416101069560725799</id><published>2010-02-23T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:17:06.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/4e622d9d-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haojie &amp;amp; Co, hope you guys had fun @ Supper! Sorry for not attending, heh. Pic credits goes to Hansa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been sailing past slowly, and its getting harder and harder to get of my house. Still hoping i could meet up with the girls on Fri. I know we'll have a splendid time tgt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of catching up to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though awkward, im still happy. (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4416101069560725799?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4416101069560725799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4416101069560725799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4416101069560725799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4416101069560725799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/02/haojie-co-hope-you-guys-had-fun-supper.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7594272152620902471</id><published>2010-02-18T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:52:36.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为什么心里有种莫名的沉重感。&lt;br /&gt;再来，眼泪也开始流了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7594272152620902471?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7594272152620902471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7594272152620902471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7594272152620902471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7594272152620902471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2052459967054854965</id><published>2010-02-13T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:35:17.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received my 1st 2 Angbaos today! And if you realised, it's only cny eve! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged myself out of bed at 1pm. Seriously, these few nights have been bad. Washed up and went to my grandma's house for reunion lunch. Omg, i love those prawns! And because of my tendency of eating prawns with only my chopsticks, i left the dining table last. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked and left around 4. Headed over to Littleindia to have our eyebrows trimmed. Man, it hurts. Luckily the torture only lasted for 5 mins. Went over to Citysq mall (yes Alexia, im there again!) and bought Mac twisterfries and bubbletea. Sister was super angry at the indian cashier in Mac cause he kept taking wrong orders. Homed. After some spring cleaning and bathing of Pudding, reunion dinner over at Ahma's house. Everyone was freaking enthu while mixing the yusheng, but it turned out that the yusheng wasnt kept in the fridge before that and the carrots/turnip turned bad. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling abit shag now despite it being 10.30pm only. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I'd lost my phone's memorystick. Which means i wont be uploading recent photos. Sorry guys, will get a new one soon. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;didnt expect it to turn out this way, but im still persevering on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2052459967054854965?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2052459967054854965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2052459967054854965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2052459967054854965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2052459967054854965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-received-my-1st-2-angbaos-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-854748653356117880</id><published>2010-02-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:14:13.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly, im afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many insecurities nowadays. I dont understand myself, nor do i understand any other things. What am i expecting? Or rather, what's there to anticipate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people like to make empty promises. Who actually knows how you are feeling until you break news? Pathetically, you'll have to say it out yourself. And what do you want in return? People to empathise with you, or give you a reassuring "i'll be here for you 24/7" when you know you still have to help yourself in order for others to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things going through my mind recently. And i hateeee this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-854748653356117880?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/854748653356117880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=854748653356117880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/854748653356117880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/854748653356117880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/02/suddenly-im-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4313954114209657204</id><published>2010-02-04T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:57:16.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertorial,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Step up and be the first to savour our freshly baked Taiwan imported Suncakes and Pineapple Shortcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/suncake1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/suncake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our suncakes are now going on a promotion, just in time for Chinese New Year! 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We're now selling it at only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$25 per box with 15 pieces in it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For orders, enquiries and more information, please do not hesitate to visit our official website : &lt;a href="http://www.sunpalace.com.sg/"&gt;www.sunpalace.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4313954114209657204?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4313954114209657204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4313954114209657204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4313954114209657204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4313954114209657204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/02/advertorial.html' title='Advertorial,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4690012875909526226</id><published>2010-01-29T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:59:15.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy getting a tonsils infection, a super blocked/running nose, and a dry cough which all leads of continuous fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the amount of medication ate could pile up as high as Mt Fuji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling sick season? Everyone's got it. Bernice, Alexia, Ying, Beatrice, Bx and probably more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a cheap pool session soon. And probably more K sessions too after my throat gets better. Life's been quiet ever since JC starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update of recent events. Slacked at Yicheng's house on Wednesday. Steamboat was great but it wasnt filling. Was seriously feeling bored that Alexia and i just sat on the steps and watched Beauty and the Geek and American Idol. Left at around 6.30 and met the msp peeps at BK@ Compass. Made a card and met Cikgu at Swensens for free icecream! Got a topless 5, and almost couldnt finish it. &amp;amp; Cikgu's son is damn freaking cute! Saw Mr Raffi and his family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, slacked at home for the whole day and went to Shangrila Hotel for a buffet dinner. I dont like the way they arrange the food there, to me its quite messy. Nonetheless, the food was tasty. :D At 4am, woke up shivering and found myself having a fever of 38.5 degrees. Had 2 panadols before hitting the bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was feeling refreshed and energised and met Hay and Bx @ somerset. Headed to Cine for a movie but My Ex wasnt out. So we got ourselves a movie named, The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. It turned out to be a stupid, draggy and confusing movie. -.- To add on, the freaking aircon in the cinema made my headache and fever came back. Bx was too. Got ourselves panadol while Hay ate Superdog. I swear that guy's appetite is humongous. Kelvin and Victor came to find us during their break too. Slacked, chatted and headed off to Spageddies @ Orchard Central for dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friday night was a killer. I almost died flat if not for my beloved family. 有时候生病也是一种幸福，看着家人为你忙进忙出，才知道自己有多么的重要。(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the fever made me wake up in the night for almost 7-8 times. Couldnt stand it. Sleeping with a blanket would be too hot, and sleeping without a blanket was utter coldness. Got up at 7am and fed myself to the n-th number of panadol before going back to sleep. Terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4690012875909526226?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4690012875909526226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4690012875909526226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4690012875909526226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4690012875909526226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-6351016242144398907</id><published>2010-01-20T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:16:42.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some feeling just cannot be described by words. Suddenly i wish school would start earlier. And when work piles in, i'll be too busy to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt; out with 6Ceeees to Shokudo Heeren for dinner, then to Cineleisure for Spy Next Door. Though the movie's high rated, it just didnt seem to catch my attention. A few funny parts here and there, but i feel that it might need more action scenes. No point watching a film starring Jackie Chan w/o action right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/span&gt; out (again) with Mum. She wanted me to accompany her to Isetan for some new year goods and probably also get a few good grabs since they're having a newyear promotion. Turned out to be only some selected items were on offer. Nevertheless, got a few frying pans and a sorting box. Dinner at Canton-i. Food's not bad, just didnt get to try their dimsum. Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two days back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; out with Bingxian, Hayden and Alexia. Initially wanted to go for the Uniqlo interview, but from the mouths of Victor and Kelvin, they are not hiring anymore. So i guess i'll have to get used nua-ing at home, until my next job offer. Had lunch at Handburger @ 313somerset, then headed to Cine for Kbox. Due to the costly price, headed down to Bugis Topone KTV. It would have been more reasonable if we started at 11. But, ohweeeelll. Felt great, had been long since i last sang. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; going out with Clique. Schedule's not planned. But i missed those girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday,&lt;/span&gt; as usual, grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday,&lt;/span&gt; family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday,&lt;/span&gt; class gathering @ Ehub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, shag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-6351016242144398907?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6351016242144398907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6351016242144398907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6351016242144398907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6351016242144398907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-feeling-just-cannot-be-described.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3290035395832414380</id><published>2010-01-10T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:27:12.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, thankyou all for making my 17th birthday a wonderful and heartwarming one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt thanks to those who wished me on Fb, via sms, and msn. I even received letters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my lovely girls, who woke me up on a Sunday afternoon, presenting pretty sunflowers right before my eyes. A shocked awakening, that leads to uber touched-ness. Glad that we spent the day together by camwhoring and watching Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not very good at words, so here's just 10 characters: 无比的感动，永记在心中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveyou girls, you know we just have to keep in touch forever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it so happens that my birthday fell on Os results day as well. Met up with 4D and had lunch at Macs. After coming back from toilet, practically the whole Mac sang me a birthday song. It was.. embarrassing, yet heartwarming. Thanks once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet so again, my birthday fell on something tragic. Just hope he could be strong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown East-ed with the girls today. I swear the lifeguard @ the wave pool is damn freaking cute. Hahahaah. Vanessa became the innocent-one-that-kept-being-splashed-at. Blame it on her retardness. :D Nevertheless, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Wayne and Ber at the chalet's entrance and went in for some free food. Heh, we totally forgot to get Wayne a birthday present and yet we were still entitled for free food. Felt abit bad. :/ Hope he dont get too drunk today. Happy 17th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt managed to camwhore with Ber. But the rest are all on Fb... soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S / Ive got a very ugly and uneven tan. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VFYL - GLINNIS says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SERIOUS ABT THE LIFEGUARD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VFYL - GLINNIS says:&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell:&lt;br /&gt;NEVER TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;now even though i sprained my ankle&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO WWW&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S / I chose Business Studies @ Np. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3290035395832414380?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3290035395832414380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3290035395832414380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3290035395832414380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3290035395832414380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/01/firstly-thankyou-all-for-making-my-17th.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2977846856602094506</id><published>2010-01-01T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:56:12.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all into it,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/14-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right : Junwen, Hayden, Kelvin, Victor, Weekiat, Alexia, Zhaoxi, Yvonne, Bingxian, Alyssa, Bernice, Ryan, Angeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown 2010 was kind of great. Though it was a rather quiet countdown for us, everyone made my day, especially when things aren't great that day during work. Manager was picking on everything i do, and though she didnt express it in a harsh way, i could somehow tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/1-13.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/26-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/4-8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/19-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/21-3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/38-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/5-6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/7-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/33-4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/24-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/39-4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/36-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/8-7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/13-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/30-3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/15-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(look at Alyssa's red face. hahah! oops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing happened after countdown. I dropped my phone in a citycab. While taking out money to pay, had this feeling something bad is gonna happen. Before i left the cab, was still scanning the seats and floor to make sure i didnt leave anything behind. Alas, i still lost my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. At least i would get a new one on Monday. Any good recommendations? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, i have decided i shall not have any newyear resolutions this year. I realised i have been setting those that are way too farfetched. So there shall be none this year. Shall just let nature take its own course, rather than interfering with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2009 had been a great year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im glad i met my darling Alexia, who can't stop laughing at my unglams/retardness/dumbness etc. And Bernice, who had been my twinny for already 9years. Not forgetting Angeline's sao-ness and Vanessa's retardness. And also a frog named Darren. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have made a great decision to start work at Uniqlo, which i met many many lovable colleages and more great friends which i wouldnt want to forget. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you all for making my year great. I love you guys! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2977846856602094506?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2977846856602094506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2977846856602094506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2977846856602094506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2977846856602094506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-all-into-it.html' title='We&apos;re all into it,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4502928744800625253</id><published>2009-12-30T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:35:35.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During work, i would wish for time to fly quicker.&lt;br /&gt;After work, i would regret time flew past that quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss practically everyone after tomorrow, my last day of work. All my friends made, all the familiar racks filled with mountains of clothes, and the farty aircon smell near the denim section. How! Im starting to feel emotional already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, will be away from 6-9th Jan. Will be flying to Thailand for some tasty tomyum. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4502928744800625253?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4502928744800625253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4502928744800625253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4502928744800625253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4502928744800625253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/12/during-work-i-would-wish-for-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. 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I dont want to spoil the whole post bout Christmas and outings with my vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-6559723604350324904?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6559723604350324904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6559723604350324904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6559723604350324904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6559723604350324904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanted-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7226767742847957401</id><published>2009-12-20T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:11:11.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do we still share a piece of mind? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we still feel the same as two months ago?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was always here, what about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7226767742847957401?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7226767742847957401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7226767742847957401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7226767742847957401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7226767742847957401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-we-still-share-piece-of-mind-do-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4090936021591930695</id><published>2009-12-16T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:58:40.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alexia blogged about work. So i think i should too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's becoming more and more entertaining with the tremendous help from interesting staff. Let's say, when your day gets bored, an action or word from them can make your day. Oh, by the way, you should think towards the negative side. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freaking haughty girl, who thinks she's smart waiting for Os results and started work by just one week earlier, came ordering us in what to do when we already have instructions from the senior staffs. In fact, she's just like us, a normal temp staff who started from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, i must say i really really admire her courage. She should be praised and given a title for her oh-where-did-it-came-from bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i supposed she's already been blacklisted by many staffs, needless to say. Im just glad that she became one of the hot topic between me and alexia. Way to go girl! You'd just made my work days interesting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one another one. This guy, a freaking pervo who assumes that all girls will fall for his oh-so-not handsome face. Heard from Jun Wen that he often caresses guys' butts in the stock room. Ahhaha. He's just trying to make a joke out of himself cause he almost got punched right in his face for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has a thing to scare girls. Like wth? While folding clothes, he can just lean towards you and rest his head on your shoulder, or go BOO really loudly. For a 19 going on 20 guy, erm, is it me or are you a little childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the least i could do is abuse him in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie night with 6Ceees tomorrow. Gonna catch Avatar! Im gonna hold high hopes for this 13years production. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4090936021591930695?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4090936021591930695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4090936021591930695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4090936021591930695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4090936021591930695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/12/alexia-blogged-about-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1449971143808004667</id><published>2009-12-12T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:37:48.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having my official first day off today. Felt a bit nua, like cotton candy. Slept quite alot too - throughout the night, car journey to Gran's place, in Gran's place, and car journey on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now im freaking energetic and hyper. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, lets talk more about work. There's Kenji san, which is our branch's boss and Florence, which is the sub boss. Team leaders like Irene, Friska, Dorothy, Julia and Angeline. And more colleagues. Keith, Rhino, Dinika, Akina, Pamela, Junwen, Poyang etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Work's been gooood. Getting better off with the staff over there and enjoying work every second with my fellow colleagues. Of course, there may be some disappointments and misunderstanding going on, but work life still had to go on and i dont want to leave work with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, met quite a few friends while working. Saw Adelene and bunch of SP friends there. Sorry i couldnt stay and chat for a while more, was attending to a customer's needs. Hope to see you and the other forumners soon alrights! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Glinnis, whom still successfully gave me a scare though having a warning from Xia beforehand. LOL. I think she's starting work soon too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, what a crap post. Ohwelllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1449971143808004667?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1449971143808004667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1449971143808004667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1449971143808004667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1449971143808004667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/12/having-my-official-first-day-off-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2338883339835981192</id><published>2009-12-09T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:38:24.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you're getting down down down,</title><content type='html'>If you get someone to read my foot instead of my palm, it'll be told that there's layers and layers of fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shag. 2nd day of work, and im not sure if i could handle it until the end of the month. Zzz. On a happier note, today's work was good! I dont know why but i like attending to customers. Probably cause i see them as my source of income? Hahahaha. What crap, but yes, my motivation. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a little cheated by Recruit Express, but nevertheless, it wont stop me from continueing this job. Aye, the PIC should just love me ttm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got separated from Yuanyuan (xia) for lunch break. And was working hard during her break time to cover her loss. And i saw Ber and her WW! LOL, was rushing to inform the customer that there was no more stock for M sized Goosefeather Winter Jacket when i saw WW's big face infront of me. Scare the hell outta me alright. Then after a split second, i saw Ber's too. Shocked and surprised that i used the jacket to cover my face. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuanyuan had no fate to meet them. And she was even caught in the rain cause she dumbdumb-ly walked all the way to cineleisure for some fastfood cause she thought 313Somerset doesnt have a KFC which i just ate it with another staff before her break and didnt get wet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, i should stop blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! As the saying goes, work hard and play hard, had a couple of good moments with family and Yuanyuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somejapaneserestaurant @ Ion Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1580.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1582.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1583.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1585.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was too salty (for me) but nevertheless tasty. The kimchi nabe was very good, and so is the bibimbap. Korean dishes in a Jap restaurant, no kidding. The only thing that was Jap-ish is probably only the ice cream, sushi and sashimi. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.I.S.H by Fish&amp;amp;Co @ Tampines1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1589.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1588.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1592.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, dontcha find it weird that recent shopping centres' names like stating a number? Like 313Somerset, Tampines1. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday was sooooooo thristy after shouting much "Hi welcome to Uniqlo!" and "Thankyou! We hope to see you again~" that during lunch break, xia and I both drank 2 cans of Pepsi from Foodrepub. It was damn ex. But we were too tired to travel further. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pieces of evidence i have been working hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030699.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both small toe swollen like nobody's business. Especially after my Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon 2009. Another layer of hurt. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030693-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Women's 10km; Ive got a medal! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2338883339835981192?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2338883339835981192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2338883339835981192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2338883339835981192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2338883339835981192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-get-someone-to-read-my-foot.html' title='Cause you&apos;re getting down down down,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7927430074693737824</id><published>2009-12-02T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:21:23.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splashing oil on fire,</title><content type='html'>Omgggg. I can't get enough of 海派甜心! Though its only up to episode 5 now. Hahaha. Xioazhu and Rainie sure are compatible. Not forgetting my Momo love, Autumn Concerto and KO3. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 1949 turned out to be only 16 episodes with an ending i felt it was too rushed. But nevertheless the old and experienced actors made the show worthwhile. Good acting and portraying of emotions i must say! 2 thumbs up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, lets start off with today and rewind backwards. Have been lazy to update i must say. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Vanessa, Darren and Alexia in HgMall's Ajisan. Watched them eat their lunch while they occasionally tempted me with food. Especially that sotong. Haha. Then walked to Darren's house and played Mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa was irritating us. She keep producing this crying / laughing sound that we all can't stand. Other than that, she threw cards very very very slowly that Alexia got so pissed off. LOL. Angeline came and we changed to Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monopoly was nowhere better. One whole stretch of property practically belonged to Angeline. And she built houses on every single one of them. In the beginning, it was okay. At the back, you really feel like dying and giving up all your properties. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren mapled while poor Ber watched telly. Was supposed to play poker, but that 2 As were too excited and engrossed in sucking both Vanessa's and my money. Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt my lesson : Never play Monopoly with that 2 As again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was cooked by Darren's mum. Felt very sorry and guilty cause his mother practically worked in the kitchen for 3 whole hours. There was a big spread of food on the table. Her kootchai dumplings are so much better than OldCK's. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rounds of Monopoly after dinner and homed afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC01345.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC01346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1503.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Darren, Vanessa and Angeline. I kind of forgot where's Alexia. Oops. Anyone wanna refresh my memory? Lol. Ate at Dhoby Exchange at this really cheap cafe. The pay was really good and considered whether to get an interview. But it was kind of forgotten, so yeah.. LOL. Besides, not really keen in joining the F&amp;amp;B industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1522.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanny poo! You said you wanna visit me today but you didn't! Hahaha. Miss you girl! I want to hear more of your Kalimantan stories. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1577.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marriott Hotel with Sis &amp;amp; Boyf, Younger sis and mum for a dinner buffet on Hari Raya Haji. Then walked around Orchard and slacked at some bench for awhile till 12am. Reached home at 12.30. Bathed and waited for KO3 to be uploaded. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7927430074693737824?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7927430074693737824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7927430074693737824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7927430074693737824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7927430074693737824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/12/splashing-oil-on-fire.html' title='Splashing oil on fire,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8881666806919003020</id><published>2009-11-25T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:34:17.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattooed in my heart,</title><content type='html'>In contrast to Alexia, my day had been great. Felt sorry for her, but it seems like i could only do some retarded things to make her laugh. Hopefully things will turn out better for her. Its okay dear, tomorrow you'll be out with us. Let's shop till we droppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Alexia and my sis today. Met at 3pm and trained down to Vivo. Initial plan is to meet up to get my top from River Island, but it turned out that that cardi looked quite wierd on me, so the $100 voucher wasn't used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at Coffee Bean as Alexia had a sore throat and needed a drink to soothe it. PSPed and camwhored awhile before heading off to look for more notes outside retail shops stating "We're hiring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1443.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1444.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1448.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1449.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1467.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1454.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1466.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1468.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, only one shop catered to us, and we're still waiting for their phonecall. It'd better be quick! Or i guess i'll just phone Jason to find some other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Mum and window shopped. Massive jam on the way home and Alexia &amp;amp; I were desperate to pee. Oops. There's jam everywhere! CTE(SLE) jam, Serangoon way also jam. Ended up, reached home only at 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8881666806919003020?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8881666806919003020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8881666806919003020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8881666806919003020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8881666806919003020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/11/tattooed-in-my-heart.html' title='Tattooed in my heart,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-6972904681472927734</id><published>2009-11-24T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:43:40.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the breeze,</title><content type='html'>Firstly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prom was awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music, the lighting, the atmosphere, my girls, and all the other people were great! The night was full of camwhores, music and dance. Esp during Sean Kingston's Fire burning, everyone was practically singing out loud. Hehe. You go girls! (inclusive of Darren.) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030413.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030512.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030475.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030527.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Facebook. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day out with some fellow 4Ds. Many were missing, but the day was enjoyable still. Had fun playing on that slanted disk which goes round and round, swings and bicycles. JieSheng still didnt master how to ride a bike, while Peiwen kind of got it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling slightly but that didnt stop us from having fun. Such a pity Ber and Angeline didnt get to join us. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, got some exercise. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030649.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030659.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030651-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030667.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, slept quite late yesterday. Thankyou Hongkiat for playing your guitar on webcam with me. Hehe. He offered cause he cannot sleep. So pardon his messy hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/1-12.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/2-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/3-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Today met up with Alexia at Kovan with sister, and trained down to Cineleisure for a movie before going for a job interview. Turned out to get the wrong timing, and got 3 hours lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate quite slowly but it was still just 12pm, when the movie starts at 2pm. Called ber down for lunch, and boy, she was quite delighted. Haha. Saved her some boredom from all her office work. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details over at Alexia's blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope could start working soon. Been spending 35% of my allowance on food. What a horribly high percentage. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Fabian's coming back for Christmas! And Yihui's coming back next Sunday. Hehe. Can't wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Angeline, neh, and frogggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-6972904681472927734?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6972904681472927734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6972904681472927734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6972904681472927734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6972904681472927734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/11/feel-breeze.html' title='Feel the breeze,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-6496148239036650378</id><published>2009-11-23T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:41:49.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertorial,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandy's says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a singer&lt;br /&gt;yvonne help me advertise my guitar lesson thing on ur blog leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@-- Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;how much you charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandy's says:&lt;br /&gt;er 15 for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@-- Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;thats cheaaaap.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandy's says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@-- Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandy's says:&lt;br /&gt;still got ppl say ex u know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hehe, if you want cheap &amp;amp; professional guitar lessons, please do not hesitate to contact Hongkiat @ 91541009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;: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/5069623619570800918-6496148239036650378?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6496148239036650378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6496148239036650378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6496148239036650378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6496148239036650378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/11/advertorial.html' title='Advertorial,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5470789449454968416</id><published>2009-11-17T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:21:50.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the past,</title><content type='html'>Been lazy to update, so i shall compensate with a long post today. Hehe. So far, my days after Os have been awesome, with the accompany of the girls + darren, clique &amp;amp; haojie and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning : picture heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1321.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1322.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, study dates with the girls + Darren before Os start. I'll miss those days. By the way, halfway through, you can always spot Alexia borrowing Ber's Iphone to play Waterslide and squealing gay-ly whenever she gets too excited. Her scream at Amk's Mac, cause of a lizard, is life memorable. Seriously. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1302.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the countless times we spent goofing around during phy tuition that we draaaggg the 1.5 hrs tuition to 2-3 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we got bored, creativity hits us like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Cute not. Cute until i dont feel like using. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1329.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to Candy! Took these at Vaneh's condo after our not-so-morning jog at punggol park with Darren. I had a hard time keeping up with Darren's pace. T.T The jog wasn't really productive afterall. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about dogs, Pudding's appearance after her haircut at Vivo is cute. Cute here truly refers to ugly but adorable. Okay, i know you dont get me. See :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG right! Got a scolding from the hairstylist some more. He claims we should not leave Pudding ungroomed which made her fur clumped together at many places. So he had to shave Pudding to get rid of them. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember to groom you everyday dear! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;More pets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1354.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to chupchup! This is my sister's friend's hamster. Freaking adorable right! Wanted to get one, but the thought of Pudding chasing it, and that hamsters dont last long in my household, erased the thought of owning one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my hamsters always disappear, ran away, or getting eaten by stray cats. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1309.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1313.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jenny's birthday @ Manhattan Fishmarket.&lt;/span&gt; Conclusion of that day : Janet's crazily funny, the balloon's nice cause it's red, prawns were fabulous. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, compare my teeth with Alexia's. OMG.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aloysius's 21st!&lt;/span&gt; Went to Causeway Point and shopped around, and coincidentally spotted S.H.E, who came to Singapore to advertise iKimono and their new book. LOL. I must say the crowd wasn't really big. Did their fanbase decrease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1343.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been going out these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday : Mass Orchard shopping with the girls and Darren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1369.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1386.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1367.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1396.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun walking around Orchard and looking at the others try on different dresses. I must say the best outcome would be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;, cause he bought his blazer + shirt at only $120! You can always find good offers at FEP. Oh! I also bought a top and my PSP charger. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I hate, HATE long outdoor escalators. Traumatised. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Played com for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Vivo-ed with Mum and Sis. Got Pudding's haircut and saw my eye candy prom dress @ Nichii. (: Bought a top and a shorts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Out with Alexia and her mum plus sis. Entertained the whole time seeing their family fight. LOL. You know you know, yeah you know. :D Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1404.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexia got her dress too! Had dinner with her family at House of Seafood @ Serangoon Gardens. I must say, i did like their black pepper crab, though her family finds it too salty/sweet/wierd/orh(black). I find it tasty leh! Hehe. Was quite paiseh too. You know, the senior phobia thingy. zzzz. Thanks Darling &amp;amp; family! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, just like what people always say "save the best for the last", the best shall be today! Dyed my hair &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;copper.&lt;/span&gt; Wheeeeee. I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Alexia at Serangoon and ate Meepok at one of the stalls she recommended. Tasted not bad, but a strand of hair in the soup turned me off. LOL. Then we bused down to Parkway to get my hair done. The colour turned out to be brighter than i thought, but after awhile, i loveeeeeee it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1411.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And we coincidentally wore the same colour combi! White tee + Green shorts. Hahahahaha! Nice one darling! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be another hectic day. Clique outing. Hehe, funnnnnn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s. Please click on my Nuffnang Ads and leave a tag! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5470789449454968416?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5470789449454968416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5470789449454968416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5470789449454968416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5470789449454968416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-past.html' title='Back to the past,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4673638613422573964</id><published>2009-11-04T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:34:32.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Os' half done! Suddenly im getting so damn excited about the post examination things we gonna do. Esp. part time. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, i think i only screw my SS paper. What i studied didnt come out at all, quite disappointed, but i think that spurred me to do better for History. Hopefully it'll come out as a B. Phy geog was quite a surprise. I had totally no confidence, but it turned out better than i thought it will be. Kalimantan didnt come out at all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everything was such a breeze. Only left with Science MCQ, MSP, Human Geog and Chinese.  One week more to freedom! Good time to replenish myself and joggggg more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Joggggging later @ 10 with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;2) Steamboat @ my house!&lt;br /&gt;3) Learning A.guitar.&lt;br /&gt;4) Continue my piano? (Somehow i feel Grade4's enough)&lt;br /&gt;5) Prom @ Singapore Flyer! (4 days after Os' last paper.)&lt;br /&gt;6) Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;7) Part timing!&lt;br /&gt;8) Gym, squash, cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop for now cause i doubt the list could be completed. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall prepare to go meet the girls now! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4673638613422573964?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4673638613422573964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4673638613422573964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4673638613422573964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4673638613422573964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-half-done-suddenly-im-getting-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1066231342733436631</id><published>2009-10-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:12:32.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One subject down, eight more to go and thats it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Cats screaming in at night like wailing babies freak me out totally. Dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s Cats scream, Pudding barks, cats continue screaming, Pudding hides under sofa. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1066231342733436631?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1066231342733436631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1066231342733436631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1066231342733436631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1066231342733436631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-subject-down-eight-more-to-go-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8547542488453265989</id><published>2009-10-01T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:44:30.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When its time to say goodbye,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC01555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days had been hectic. Somehow things just pile up one after another, if not, things clash. Really hate the fact that i could not come up with a decision, and my choice couldn't make a single difference. Well oh well, i'll just go by it. Hopefully, things will get much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, i've gotten a B3 for the recent Amaths mock exam in school. Im sure i could have gotten an A, blame my carelessness for that. But overall, im happy. Hard work does pay off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those self reflection, i learn to love my friends more. Thankyou all for playing a part. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8547542488453265989?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8547542488453265989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8547542488453265989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8547542488453265989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8547542488453265989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-its-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='When its time to say goodbye,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-355310895571681788</id><published>2009-09-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:40:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect fullstop,</title><content type='html'>Prelims finally ended and now its only the arrival of Os and finally, Freedom. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning run was disrupted by a few drops of rain. The sky was especially dark and i was quite a distance away from home (jogging around the estate), so i quickened my pace back home, in fear of the sudden downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathed and continue sleeping as it was like 7.30 in the morning. Shall continue my run later in the evening, provided the rain stops that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a gym session too, or squash anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Supershow II, Hongkong stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/supershow2hk8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/supershow2hk9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. At first i hated heenim's hair. But now im starting to like it, oops. You can count that im especially biased towards him. LOL. But he's really nice. Below is an example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/supershow2hk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangin cried when the concert ends (because of his pending assault case?) , and heechul comforted him. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! Hanchul actions spotted, and Kyu on left. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/supershow2hk3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;overall photo credits : soompi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have prataaaa tomorrow with the girls! Been long since i ate one, ah, gonna be sinful. More jogging sessions up! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-355310895571681788?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/355310895571681788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=355310895571681788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/355310895571681788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/355310895571681788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-fullstop.html' title='The perfect fullstop,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1988762097312213362</id><published>2009-09-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:07:06.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Supergirl,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hotness to the Max! SJ-M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_P5RV0HnWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_P5RV0HnWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhh~ Totally in a fangirl mode now! Kyuhyun, Donghae and Hankyung are damn hot! Woots! Moreover, Kyuhyun's mandarin pronunciation's &lt;s&gt;so good! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Gah! ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe, after Combined Humans paper today, everyone was feeling damn shag and so the Chem SSL was postponed to tomorrow. More efficient too, as the paper's on Wednesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ate Subway with the girls and Darren, and we all made fun of Vanessa's innocence. HAHA! Tongkat Ali, medicated oil. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BB and WW scandalous! I think this is the nth time they went on a study date. Coughs. Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went over to Alexia's house to study for Chem. Did a little revision and we got distracted by Suju and the com. Hehe. Then tried checking a few times for Super Girl MV release but there was none. Then after a few minutes, Bea msn-ed and said it was out, like finally! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hot! Like kootchai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like a stalker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S. I randomly became a rafflesia due to my BHBness.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S. It suits Alexia more. You know you know, Raffle-xia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Mario runs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1988762097312213362?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1988762097312213362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1988762097312213362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1988762097312213362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1988762097312213362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-supergirl.html' title='Oh my Supergirl,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2078602306585856408</id><published>2009-09-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:17:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im starting to feel a little absent-minded after studying so much combined humanities. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was study day, and i had severe diarrhoea. Imagine the number of times i had to put down my pen and rush for the toilet. Argh, i dont even want to count, x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of it? Cereal and pumpkin soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks and sounds perfectly alright together, but never try it man! Unless you want to be rushing for the toilet every 10 minutes like how you rush to catch the bus when you are late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN Conversation with Alexia was retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a link to an imeem page with Superjunior's Its You Piano Version playing. I commented that i didnt like flow of the left hand, cause its just all jamming of chords. Fabian's version was much nicer. (Probably im bias? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ALEXIA GERMAINE! } LOVE SUJU TO THE MAXX!! says:&lt;br /&gt;yarh&lt;br /&gt;abit&lt;br /&gt;the front nice&lt;br /&gt;but ending not really&lt;br /&gt;nice song!&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;she's gone&lt;br /&gt;nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;who's gone?&lt;br /&gt;nice what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ALEXIA GERMAINE! } LOVE SUJU TO THE MAXX!! says:&lt;br /&gt;tht song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;but i think the left hand abit..&lt;br /&gt;dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ALEXIA GERMAINE! } LOVE SUJU TO THE MAXX!! says:&lt;br /&gt;she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;CHEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ALEXIA GERMAINE! } LOVE SUJU TO THE MAXX!! says:&lt;br /&gt;the song title: she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;I WAS THINKING WHO IS GONE&lt;br /&gt;AND I THOUGHT IT WAS THE PIANIST.&lt;br /&gt;YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE A SWAKU NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ALEXIA GERMAINE! } LOVE SUJU TO THE MAXX!! says:&lt;br /&gt;no larh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG JING DIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ALEXIA GERMAINE! } LOVE SUJU TO THE MAXX!! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLS!YOU OWNSELF KUKU CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@?? Yvonne says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ALEXIA GERMAINE! } LOVE SUJU TO THE MAXX!! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i admit that was kuku. See! Too much humanities swimming in my head.&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/5069623619570800918-2078602306585856408?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2078602306585856408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2078602306585856408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2078602306585856408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2078602306585856408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-starting-to-feel-little-absent.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5784738082940942435</id><published>2009-09-11T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:41:14.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spazzom,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cause Fabian smsed and said that this post is kind of crap. WHAT?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i must confess that this week isn't really productive. What a time to get too engrossed in Kpop, TV and dramas. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, the chapters important for SS are those chapters i skipped studying for Prelim 1 and 2. So, studying them all now is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on the add on, flu came at the utmost wrong time. Flu became a cold, then it became a fever. Zzz. And i purposely reminded the Doc that i wanted medicine that do not cause drowsiness, but it did!! Yes, so yesterday was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain memory is getting limited, and i havent touched on History yet. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three cheers to SJM Comback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/SJM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wallie is changed to this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/kyusjm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyuhyunnie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credits : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kim421@soompi"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kim421@soompi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for their full MV release on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this this this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a freaking 2 months jammed in airpost, IT CAME! HAHAHAH. I think i should stop spazzing now and get back to the books. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne is a happy girl! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, anyone wants to teach me Chem? Its another killer. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5784738082940942435?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5784738082940942435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5784738082940942435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5784738082940942435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5784738082940942435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-must-confess-that-this-week-isnt.html' title='Spazzom,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-9123520481992234015</id><published>2009-09-09T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:15:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;080808!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/0808082.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/080808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last years' outing together with 3D on this nice date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, 090909!&lt;br /&gt;No group picture, but there's one random shot by Ying cause she wants to find out how my camera works. -.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, movie night with the girls. We caught The Proposal, and its really nice! I can be sniffing and the next moment, im laughing like nobody's business. LOL. Kind of ironic i know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ate at AMKhub and walked around and bused home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, cause im gonna study now. heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-9123520481992234015?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/9123520481992234015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=9123520481992234015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/9123520481992234015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/9123520481992234015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/080808-last-years-outing-together-with.html' title='How time flies,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-625041010037537682</id><published>2009-09-07T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:15:37.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kootness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The ultimate reason why i got fatter these three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea break at Xin Wang 24 Cafe @ Kovan with Mum and sis. Mum wanted 'a' bite, ended up ordering these, plus two more bowls of dim sum. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Coldstorage to get our Shabu Shabu meat for Kimchi Soup Steamboat at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1162.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1172.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! FAT NOT FAT NOT! ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, Mum struck the lottery and bought Mac breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate 2 pancakes only though, you know, self-consciousness. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Dad brought us to a recommended Jap restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1150.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I purposely posted Vanessa's unglam cause she doesnt want to believe that i would do so. So here you go Bestfriend. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures on Facebook and more details on Alexia's and Angeline's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, we went to Angeline's house, but i didnt take a single picture with her. Heh, oops. And poor Lucky was afraid of Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shall "Wussup Doc" soon, cause of my low blood pressure these days.&lt;br /&gt;2) Shall buy Vanessa a "talk to the cone" cone soon, its been getting seriously serious these days.&lt;br /&gt;3) Shall sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;4) Shall end this post soon.&lt;br /&gt;5) Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Heechul needs a haircut! But i still love him. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S : Fabian's a pervo in piano/dance/yoyo/whateveryounameit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-625041010037537682?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/625041010037537682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=625041010037537682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/625041010037537682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/625041010037537682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/kootness.html' title='Kootness'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-341363018417619968</id><published>2009-09-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:48:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off my shoulders,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn when was bored in tuition. Alexia laughed all the way, :D (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mentally drained after Amaths Prelim 3 exam today. Paper 1 was so-so, i could have done better without any careless, but after some discussion after the paper, realised i made some stupid mistakes. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 was horrible. Mrs Sim's paper was a killer. I got so fed up with it that after doing 3 questions, i totally lost my mood to go on. Morale hung low throughout. After the paper, felt quite emo. But i tried not to, knowing that i would only worry my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah baby, i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, bus-ed to compass for lunch and Vanessa was being retarded as usual. Hahaha! What to do!! Buy her the "Talk to the cone" for her birthday please, save our breath. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new ice cream cafe opened near my house, and this photo was took while we checked it out. :D Expensive stuff, homemade and fresh though. Cosy place to chill. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10 more papers to go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In need of mental stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-341363018417619968?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/341363018417619968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=341363018417619968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/341363018417619968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/341363018417619968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/drawn-when-was-bored-in-tuition.html' title='Off my shoulders,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7401999197461166408</id><published>2009-08-24T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:15:06.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day,</title><content type='html'>Decided to remove the facebook badge cause i couldnt find a solution to save that thingy and replaced it with a picture of Superjunior!♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been seriously obsessed with Heenim and Kyuhyun (very recently). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda boring, studied Tourism and touched a little on Development, then i remembered i had to dig out my Eng worksheets for filing tomorrow. And somehow, the digging of papers turned out to be filing of other subjects as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted quite alot of time doing it, but i guessed it's kinda worth it? Blame my laziness for not doing them consistently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class, Hongkiat suddenly called me and said, "Eh Yvonne! I realised i'm only 3 months older than you! Xiao mei mei, cheyyyy~" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, im turning 17 in another 5 months when some of my friends haven't even celebrated their 16th birthday. But too bad! I get to drive when im 18, and you people only get to when you're 21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt the envy? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7401999197461166408?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7401999197461166408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7401999197461166408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7401999197461166408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7401999197461166408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-by-day.html' title='Day by day,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1369415465372321270</id><published>2009-08-23T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:22:52.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired and drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things start to go off track and make you solely believe that you cannot handle it anymore, do you just laze around the whole day, wondering where your final destination will be, or will you gather yourself up and prepare for the worst battle ahead of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1369415465372321270?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1369415465372321270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1369415465372321270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1369415465372321270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1369415465372321270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-and-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-424417591027358312</id><published>2009-08-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:38:59.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As much as i'd expected,</title><content type='html'>Boring weekends. At least i managed to finish half of the mountainous work given by inhumane teachers. Been down with flu again, somehow i kind of think that my nosebleed's a sign to it. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeks @ T2, 10 Aug 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030034.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030025.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030030.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/P1030033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkway Tuition, 15 Aug 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious was the word! Alexia and i were so bored that we started doodling on the question papers. It turned out funny and addictive that we started drawing more. I think the worst hit was Vanessa's picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more @ Alexia's blog. Pictures are uploaded there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our class girls are getting more and more obsessed with Suju! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/kyuchul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyuhyun and Heechul! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-424417591027358312?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/424417591027358312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=424417591027358312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/424417591027358312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/424417591027358312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-much-as-id-expected.html' title='As much as i&apos;d expected,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5354902839515225879</id><published>2009-08-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:28:06.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire burning on the dance floor,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;080809!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kovan to Vivo to Sentosa to Vivo and back to Kovan. Tiring day but simply memorable and happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0990.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0991.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0989.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0997.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0994.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/2-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken while on the Skyride to sit the Luge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, and i mean, NEVER sit on the skyride if you are afraid of heights. Thinking back, it can be both terrifying and enjoyable at the same time. Yes, quite a wierd combination i know. ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite reluctant to get on it, but was dragged up by Kyle and Zann. Didnt really regret it, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0998.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1006.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1009.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/1-11.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1013.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the beach after sitting the Luge, and was really tired after all that action and wanted to find some place just to chill. Sat on some beach chairs that belonged to some shop called the Bikini Bar. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh, i think we must order something in order to sit here leh.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle : Oh, we see the menu la.&lt;br /&gt;Me : The juice so expensive! Add a few more dollars and can buy wine already.&lt;br /&gt;Zann : Try buy la, though we all underage. See Kyle so cao lao, can one.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ... okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so in the end, Zann and i got ourselves a Blue Lagoon each and Kyle got himself a Sex on the Beach. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1025.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1022.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played on the beach and went back to Vivo to meet Rex for dinner. Toys R Us was the destination before dinner at Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1036.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo1037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's up with DoodlePro?!?!! @#$@#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update about 070809 and 090809 soon, i can't promise when, but i can promise as soon as possible. ^^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5354902839515225879?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5354902839515225879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5354902839515225879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5354902839515225879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5354902839515225879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/08/fire-burning-on-dance-floor.html' title='Fire burning on the dance floor,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2705848962817341368</id><published>2009-08-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:52:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard yet soft,</title><content type='html'>Friday ;&lt;br /&gt;Another rushy day yet again. After the hospitality talk in school, ate lunch with my lovely girls and rushed off home to prepare to meet Zann and Kyle. Was running late and i didnt get to prepare efficiently cause Kyle practically dragged me out of my house. LOL, yeah, that scary. My hair was still semi-wet by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Zann at Kovan and we decided to catch a movie and Cine and head down to Fareast to shop a little, but we ended up taking the train that goes to the wrong direction and therefore, we changed destination to Bugis. &lt;strong&gt;Yes, much thanks to Kyle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Hangover at 7.20pm after having dinner at MOF. OMG, if you have this movie in your next-to-watch list, please kindly strike that off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT. IS. SO. BORING. THAT. I. ALMOST. FELL. ASLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot's so draggy. Half the movie's talking about finding their lost friend in Las Vegas and he ended up just on top of their hotel's roof. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some occasional laughs, but overall, not worth the time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we decided to take a neoprint. Its been like yearsxzxzx since we all took one, so we decided to do so. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/neoprint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Zann left and Kyle and i headed home, buying tau-huey on the way back. Oh yeah, that two silly creatures can never stop argueing since forever. Its already been like that since young. Its quite entertaining to watch them quarrel though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday ;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition and coincidentally met Siewyan at Kovan. After 2hrs of maths, went for a short break downstairs to get a drink with Vanessa, and saw Siewyan again. Boy, she always pops up from nowhere. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 and a half long hours, finally went to have a haircut! And yes, now im loving it so much that im reconsidering having it rebonded. I dont like it being flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some ridiculous scene happened while i was cutting my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this mother and daughter sitting next to me. The mum was highlighting her hair.. yellow, and she was getting the stylist to rebond her P5 daughter's straight hair. Was feeling quite disgusted cause naturally, people with straight hair shouldnt unnecessarily spoil their hair like that. Moreover, it was against her daughter's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was quite a frequent customer there, which i presume they could already issue me a VIP card, the stylist brought me a cup of hot tea as the place i sat was the coldest, according to her saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And practically, the kiasu mum sitting beside me got so envious of that cup of tea that she sacarstically mumbled out loud, "Aiya.. how come some people have tea but there's none for my daughter ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued, "Aiyo~ the service here soooo bad de meh." Upon hearing this, the stylist who served me tea immediately went to get a cup of tea for her ungratful daughter that just went, "oh, i dont like tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she got herself a soft drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell, i felt like going over to give her a tight slap at that instant. The only reason that stopped me was her freaking thick make-up face which i presume that my slap would probably send clouds of powder into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never imagined myself having the ability to keep my cool but, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, watching Suju's minidrama cheered me up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/heechul2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/heechul3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HEECHUL BABY. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;picture credits : sjfullhouse.net (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2705848962817341368?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2705848962817341368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2705848962817341368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2705848962817341368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2705848962817341368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-another-rushy-day-yet-again.html' title='Hard yet soft,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1177130870138334882</id><published>2009-07-29T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:43:49.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When its not meant to be,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday : After Malay oral, which was horribly terrible, rushed to Bea's house to change and prepare, then met Tiff, Peisi, and Alexia at CompassPoint to finish those large birthday 'cards'. Alas, Ying and Vivian arrived early and our surprise failed. But nevertheless, can tell that they were still quite overwhelmed by them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went down to PlazaSing. and simply had CafeCartel for dinner. Initially, we wanted to catch a movie, but the timing wasn't right and it was a schooling day the next day, so that plan was brushed of our minds. Happy thing was, dinner turned out to be filling and cheap. 1 for 1 pasta leh! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Alexia and me left first, and walked aimlessly around to look for a toilet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic thing happened after that. After walking out of the toilet, saw my mum coming up the escalator. She turned her head left and looked at me, and i thought she was going to come over.. But you know what? She immediately turned and walked right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______________________________-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i practically started shouting "MA!" like nobody's business and waving like a suaku. After probably 5 seconds, she turned and "Ehhhhhhh!~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she claimed that i was SHORT. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.. but it just so happens that im standing beside that tallie Alexia.. so yeah.. you know you know. YEAH, YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0953.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0962.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC04004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also the day i first saw Bernice cry in 34523423 years. Alexia cried too. The atmosphere was so.. intense. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe im abit off, but i teared abit too. Probably cause i understood that feeling, especially after that terrible Emaths paper day. Yeah, just.. i dont know.. That feeling of working hard and expecting much more, studying and not getting satisfactory results. Guess that moment i was just empathising with them, that feeling crept back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah, rainbow after the storm, rain, whatever. Its great to have friends around. I'll learn to cherish more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1177130870138334882?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1177130870138334882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1177130870138334882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1177130870138334882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1177130870138334882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-its-not-meant-to-be.html' title='When its not meant to be,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5186316027428341740</id><published>2009-07-20T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T05:11:37.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of the raining day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0915.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, 10 papers over! 7 more, gogogogo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far i think only Malay and History should be the ones i should be worrying about. Emaths was surprisingly.. managable. I refuse to use easy, cause the outcome's unpredictable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harrypotter yesterday night, and i was terribly disappointed cause they cut out the whole fighting part! ): And they emphasised quite alot on ahem.. love. Im not trying to be pessimistic, its just that Harry and Ginny just dont go together. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0892.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0908.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katong tuition with Alexia on Sat, and we met SLIPPER BOY! :D He is cute alright, oops. Alexia couldn't recognise him cause he wasn't wearing his specs that day. Lalala, he sat a table away from me. LOL. Okay, enough. Then we had Tomyum Yong Tau Foo at the hawker nearby as usual. Loved it, cheap, filling and shiok. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Had Madjack at Jalankayu for dinner too. This might disgust you guys but seriously, i feel that their Broccoli and Strawberry salad is just heaven. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5186316027428341740?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5186316027428341740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5186316027428341740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5186316027428341740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5186316027428341740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-of-raining-day.html' title='Memories of the raining day,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1544228409291070075</id><published>2009-07-12T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:43:02.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back where you belong to,</title><content type='html'>Prelims are starting soon! Guess there'll be less time for updating. So pardon me if there's a lack of update for the next.. 2 weeks i guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdued photos are up next. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00886.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00805.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00809.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00811.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00816.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00844.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mum's birthday. (9/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00925.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00935.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Arts Festival @ Marine Parade (11/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0884.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0866.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0871.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0874.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joke of the day.&lt;/span&gt; These photographs below are randomly spotted by me. Boy, me, alexia and ella just can't stop laughing at them. Better still, on the bus way back home, we were browsing through the photos taken back at the fest. Then alexia suddenly laughed and said, "omg, joke of the day!" And we coincidentally showed each other the same photo. Hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the first pic's the one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0879.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0878.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0877.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, quit laughing! Its art. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ella coincidentally there, and we thought of Andrew, LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, im gonna end this post by saying, DO NOT use Parkway's Mac toilet unless you want to be disgusted by the hygiene standard there which probably yet STILL attracts customers to use it since its the one and only toilet nearby which has only one toilet bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1544228409291070075?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1544228409291070075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1544228409291070075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1544228409291070075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1544228409291070075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/prelims-are-starting-soon-guess-therell.html' title='Back where you belong to,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-233752018840204046</id><published>2009-07-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:18:27.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say never,</title><content type='html'>Had Chinese Os Oral a few days ago. I swear i practiced hell lot with Siewyan when we were at the waiting bench. But you know, somehow nervousness got over us and we didnt really used what we memorised, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the topic's on plastic surgery. With the major Michael J. hoo-ha, i dont know why i didnt relate the topic to him. It just didnt cross my mind, somehow. One way or another. Well, so i just vaguely talked about it being more popular in Korea. Like if some Mum goes, "Hey child, this is a sum of money for plastic surgery - for your birthday!" Koreans would probably go "Thanks Mum! I love you!" while Singaporeans would go "Mama, you having fever now is it~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, there goes my distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday : After the maths booster programme, met sis, mum and her office colleagues at Vivo for Swensens. Boy, with Janet around everything just seemed funny, especially her loud &amp;amp; contagious laughter. The people eating there probably think we're psychos, or even escapees from Woodbridge. Someone complained i think, and we got hushed by the manager. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today : Didnt want to affect the others by my mood, so i decided to go home straight after Chem with Vanessa. Sat 372 coincidentally with Beatrice, Peisi, Darren, Ying, Vivian, Eunice, Clarissa, Peiwen and Valencia. Bee and Ying's lame quarrels cheered me up quite alot, and i was feeling better already when we reached CP. Not long after getting off the bus, Peisi almost fainted. I didnt know a thing until i turn back to tell them im leaving, and i saw Peisi 'hugging' this pillar and suddenly collasping on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utter shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone crowded over and brought her to a clinic (which was ironically right infront of us). Peisi! You better eat next time! Dont scare us like that anymore okay! ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Darren was sweet. To her. (oopsie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-233752018840204046?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/233752018840204046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=233752018840204046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/233752018840204046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/233752018840204046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5220463861804231936</id><published>2009-07-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:24:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost easy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Roddick_Federer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Federer vs Roddick now on StarSports. Guess i'll be rooting for Roddick though he is currently at a disadvantage now. Dont get me wrong, i dont detest Federer, I like Roddick saving Federer's fast balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sounds wrong. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at Bishan with family, then shopped around J8 after that. Got myself a dress from Esprit, surprisingly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i really dont get why you have to vent your anger on others like nobody's business. Just because you dont like hearing what others say doesnt give you a reason to do that. To be truthful, it's really sickening, your self-centeredness and all. Come on, the least you could do is to play fair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5220463861804231936?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5220463861804231936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5220463861804231936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5220463861804231936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5220463861804231936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/watching-federer-vs-roddick-now-on.html' title='Almost easy,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3382335628465486862</id><published>2009-07-05T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:40:44.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors that close,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05632.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05634.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished 3 and a half hours of maths tuition and i feel so heavy now. Tomorrow's Youth Day and yet we still have school. Seriously hate the arrangement. There's also a chem test coming on on tuesday. This week's gonna be zzzzZzzZZzzzZZzzz boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's something to be looking forward for : Yong Tau Foo and Koi cafe with Alexia Darling next Sat, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogging session tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im chasing Police et vous now and i just finished Black and White. Hahaha, im so into cops recently. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3382335628465486862?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3382335628465486862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3382335628465486862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3382335628465486862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3382335628465486862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-finished-3-and-half-hours-of-maths.html' title='Doors that close,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4828400998119683760</id><published>2009-07-02T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:29:55.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indignant,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is no doubt a sucky day. Had a bad sleep last night, and seemed like everything went haywire today. Dont want to brood over it already. I just feel bad all over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Photos below are all overdued. Been lazy to upload them. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One final say, 患难见真情. Thank you Clarissa! You were the one that was really there for me today. And thanks for singing that 14minutes long song for me! Loved it. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4828400998119683760?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4828400998119683760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4828400998119683760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4828400998119683760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4828400998119683760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/indignant.html' title='Indignant,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5031657082079524378</id><published>2009-07-01T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:32:23.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears that threaten,</title><content type='html'>You know what? Angeline's kind of freaked me out for the countless memories she'd given me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one started off in the canteen. We were on our way to return our bowls to the vendor when Alexia stopped in her tracks suddenly. So Angeline braked too, and backed a little while i was still walking forward. And so yes, my chopsticks poked her butt. At first we didnt think it was such a big deal, only Angeline in pain, but when we found out that the poke left 2 gravy spots on her butt, we laughed all the way till the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, you should have seen it. It was yellowish brown cause it's curry. And i think Angie loved it so much that she only wiped it off when we were in the 4th floor toilet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during History lesson, i went over and sat beside her. Beatrice handed me a perverted book. And i randomly opened to a perverted page and gave it to Angeline. And she got so engrossed that when Rahim called her name to get her attention, she practically threw the book down and took out foolscape paper. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere after school ended, Alexia came over and passed me a song Angeline wrote for Vanessa, but the real meaning of the song is to remind her that she still owed her 20cents. Its was like wth until i read, "P.S Vanessa still owe me 20cents." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, today's the first lesson of tuition after Angeline quitted. Without her exsistance, things went haywire. Everytime i turn to ask Vanessa a question, i will start off by, "Angeli..Vanessa!" LOL. Guess im too used with Angeline sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how today seems to revolve around her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally sat beside Maureen during tuition. Then coincidentally met her at the bus stop again. So we went home together since we stay so near. I didnt know gossiping with her on the bus could be so fun. She's still as cute as ever. Meet up soon yeah! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5031657082079524378?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5031657082079524378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5031657082079524378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5031657082079524378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5031657082079524378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/07/tears-that-threaten.html' title='Tears that threaten,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3486046494924743899</id><published>2009-06-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:31:39.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fleeting, treacherous second of thought ;</title><content type='html'>Today was the start of hell, i can already forsee what's installed for us. How i wish that the school holidays could just extend for another week. Just another week, to get me back into that studying mood and clear all the things i'd yet to do - be it homework or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it seemed like time is pressing hard, forcing and driving us days closer to Os. To be honest, im not much prepared for it. Though im not the type meant for studying, but i'll strive hard. This battle's for my family, and for my friends who have always been there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Been out for a whole day. Went to the zoo with my family. Havent been there for quite sometime, and nothing really changed, just that the place watching the Sealion show changed to a much smaller one. I'll get the photos uploaded soon. Then rushed home for dinner and bathed and met the ex 6C's for Transformers 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show is pure awesomeness! Though i actually doubt that someone could wear that skimpy top and run for 5 miles, almost nonstop. But probably when you are in that life and death situation, everything is possible. LOL. Teared a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Bernice, Beatrice, Karin, Priscillia, Janier, WenXiang, YongHwee, Nicholas, ZhengHan and Bryant for making that day a success. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Town with Mum and Sisters. Surprisingly, i bought a comic, a book and a shirt. Feeling so accomplished then, hehs. The book is freaking nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i need some jogging/gym sessions soon. Probably a game of basketball or badminton would be beneficial too. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers? Hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3486046494924743899?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3486046494924743899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3486046494924743899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3486046494924743899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3486046494924743899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/fleeting-treacherous-second-of-thought.html' title='A fleeting, treacherous second of thought ;'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7554420890609862133</id><published>2009-06-25T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:34:14.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was updating and playing around with Facebook just now and i came into realisation that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Jackson's dead.&lt;/span&gt; It wasn't really a blow to me, more of a surprise. Well, afterall he is the 'King of Pop' people admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31552029/ns/entertainment-music/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31552029/ns/entertainment-music/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you Nuffnang for providing me with metered campaigns! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7554420890609862133?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7554420890609862133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7554420890609862133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7554420890609862133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7554420890609862133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-updating-and-playing-around-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5530064223354956339</id><published>2009-06-20T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T04:50:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so now i am so freaking pissed off with some stupid files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Downloaded WinZip so that i could extract out .RAR files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The server hanged THREE freaking times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) .str files are extracted from the .RAR files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Windows Mediaplayer, Realplayer, KMPlayer all cannot open this file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) They need an external programme to be installed in order for it to get working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I installed VobSub, which was supposed to make Windows Media work, BUT IT DID NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Checked the net and people commented that BSplayer works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Installed it, and for some reason, it made me install FFDShow, FlashVideo (FLV), MPEG2 decoder &amp;amp; Haali video spiltter. $%^#$!!$@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) IT STILL DID NOT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Im trying my last attempt with VLCplayer. I swear this is my last attempt. &lt;u&gt;Totally.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just supposed to be a file embedded with subtitles, and yet, it had me so freaking pissed off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5530064223354956339?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5530064223354956339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5530064223354956339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5530064223354956339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5530064223354956339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-so-now-i-am-so-freaking-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4151211475077846945</id><published>2009-06-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:47:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel that weight on you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0770.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling! Hope you had a wonderful sweet 16, be it with Clique or Ber and Co. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking, im kind of lazy to update, hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th June, Tuesday. Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Hannah Montana with Clique. Actually we wanted to watch Drag Me To Hell, but peisi and vivian dont dared, and the other shows are all either watched or oh-so-boring. So we chose this disney show. But it turned out quite heartwarming, so i guess it worthed the 7.50bucks. Had Ajisen's before the movie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While they were busying entertaining themselves with the aeroplane-coin game,&lt;br /&gt;(they played it for like 15 minutes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were busy having fun with concave mirrors. Faaaat legs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i was hoping to find something that would make me look short(er).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohwell. Better luck next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All three of them are reading, and the three of us on the other side are listening to our mp3s. How coincidental. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th June, Thursday. Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Alexia for tuition in the morning, then met up with Ber, Angeline, Weixiong, Nelson and Zackerry at Tampines. Ate at Pastamania instead cause Weixiong and Co. were late. I guess SeoulGarden have to wait then. Then shopped around Tampines Mall and Tampines1. Got myself a tee, a jacket and a polo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had a fab dinner with Mum and sister at Manpuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The black substance there is actually something called curry. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More on Facebook. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and saw this news from kome-world.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"SS501 are also set to start their first Asia concert tour at the beginning of August. The tour will be called 1st ASIA TOUR 'PERSONA', and will begin in Seoul on the 1st of August before heading to Japan, China, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Thailand, Malaysia and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. The tour is tentatively set to end in December, although additional dates and cities may be added for early next year."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg! i hope their arrival won't clash with Os. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping for Lollipop's and Xiaozhu's arrival too. Hehs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start saving again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IM ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4151211475077846945?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4151211475077846945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4151211475077846945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4151211475077846945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4151211475077846945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-that-weight-on-you.html' title='Feel that weight on you,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3269258455159924018</id><published>2009-06-14T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:57:03.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0706.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im sorry Pudding! )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't have left my Kitkat lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guilt is accumulating more and more as seconds pass by. I hope nothing happens to you girl. )': &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankyou Ber twinny for consoling. (':&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3269258455159924018?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3269258455159924018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3269258455159924018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3269258455159924018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3269258455159924018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry-pudding-i-know-i-shouldnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4679395440939999059</id><published>2009-06-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:16:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Left this dead for sometime, i guess it is time for a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really motivated, pictures and updates will be done next time. Ive got a ton of pictures! Sorry, laziness got hold of me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the end of the first week of holidays. Wait, 'holiday' probably isn't the right word being used here. But still there was fun and surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second week's gonna be much much worse. I dont know how am i gonna survive this, but yeah, life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still havent touched that mountainous pile of homework isolated at the far end of my table. Starting tomorrow then, since i'd finished chasing Boys over Flowers. Haha! Still gaga over KimBum. Bwahahas. Who could resist his killer smile manxzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, kay whatever. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I wanna go jogging soon! Probably shopping also since its the GSS season now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my sleep now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4679395440939999059?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4679395440939999059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4679395440939999059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4679395440939999059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4679395440939999059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/left-this-dead-for-sometime-i-guess-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. 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Dad brought presents back from Taiwan! :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1997806091597043222?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1997806091597043222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1997806091597043222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1997806091597043222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1997806091597043222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-in-line.html' title='Second-in-line,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2649676433889643354</id><published>2009-05-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:40:12.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When fear moved in to stay, i recalled those memories marked history. The times i wished i had cared, the times i once cared and the times i had cared. Day by day, i felt myself falling deeper and deeper into this abyss that no one but myself would be able to save me from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn, i told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only things are as simple as 1+1 =2, probably nothing of this sort would have arise. Alas, reality shattered this perfect dream. A dream, a goal, an aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still happy with life, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2649676433889643354?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2649676433889643354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2649676433889643354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2649676433889643354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2649676433889643354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-fear-moved-in-to-stay-i-recalled.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2885219969226446031</id><published>2009-05-22T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:36:52.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't no joke,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the prelims ended. I hate the school's arrangement, today's supposed to be Markingday, and they used it to let us take some chinese mock exam which i guarantee that im so not gonna do well for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, this is so gonna be the first and last time i cannot finish my chinese paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lazy to update, let the pictures do the talking then. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ber's 16th. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats Lucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look of deprived sleep = bad complexion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cannot compare, she sleeps at 10 everyday, LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One enthu, one shy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Focus on the food yeah? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angeline kept commenting that my eyebrows look thick in this.&lt;br /&gt;My hair enhanced it. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We called for a cup of ice water for her, but received each a cup.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to hydrate her more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's gonna kill me for this. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can see Pudding's half asleep eye. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pudding @ 8months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yawns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chalet and bbq tomorrow. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2885219969226446031?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2885219969226446031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2885219969226446031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2885219969226446031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2885219969226446031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-prelims-ended.html' title='Aren&apos;t no joke,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2503796016772144263</id><published>2009-05-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:56:03.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That blue sky,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 100th post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was practically the same as any other. Luckily there's Vanessa to entertain me during tuition. I swear she's so retardly cute. Join her for maths tuition, and you'll find out why. You'll find yourself laughing out loud. Seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home and helped out with housework since mum sent our maid back. Though i hate the idea of doing housework instead of studying for my test tomorrow, but for the sake for my mum's health, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices, isnt that what life's all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that if you gain something, you lose something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, i helped with housework and had to sacrifice time for studies. There is always a positive and negative side of everything done too. Its good that im helping my mum, but bad that im actually not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, why am i going off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Geog used to be one of my favourite subject. But recently, thanks to the subject teacher, i fear the worst. Not gonna elaborate further. Im sure my classmates get this point VERY well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i saw this at Shop &amp;amp; Save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And boy, i laughed out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 papers left! Gogogogogo.&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/5069623619570800918-2503796016772144263?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2503796016772144263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2503796016772144263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2503796016772144263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2503796016772144263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-100th-post-d-today-was-practically.html' title='That blue sky,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3404372055840799177</id><published>2009-05-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:03:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Replaying this scene,</title><content type='html'>I had enough. Pulling myself out from this complicated and hurtful maze, i dont know where i'll stand. Each and everytime, its just like an arrow seasoned in salt. Each stab, leaves an ugly scar that could not be erased for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday Twinny.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for almost destroying your birthday. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3404372055840799177?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3404372055840799177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3404372055840799177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3404372055840799177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3404372055840799177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/replaying-this-scene.html' title='Replaying this scene,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-4742059076218264721</id><published>2009-05-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:20:47.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chem, what a demoraliser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the paper's hard. Well, at least for me. Probably its the lack of basic knowledge i should have conquered years ago. I realised how equations can already kill me flat. And yes, linking questions. First part gone, all parts gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can survive this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, that stupid Yihui got me high for that 10 seconds. Practically he lied that he was coming back on the 17th for a week. Wow, very convincing. And i was telling him all the things we could do after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. Watch your back, i'll stalk you! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point of time, Hongkiat's still telling me how nice Restaurant City is. Hello, exam tomorrow? Hahaha. Guess im nowhere better, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mussolini! What's up with the Paris Peace Conference!? As well as the Washington Naval Conference and London Disarmanent Conference?! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-4742059076218264721?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4742059076218264721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=4742059076218264721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4742059076218264721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/4742059076218264721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/chem-what-demoraliser.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-9131207944270979075</id><published>2009-05-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:19:47.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When words don't seem right,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been rushing down to Parkway for the past two days. And of course, the hole in my wallet is also getting bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus trip today was quiet and relaxing. Slept halfway through for around half and hour while Alexia took out her notes to read. But she slept sometime after too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the earpiece got jolted out of her ear due to a turn, and she woke up in time to notice that the next bus stop was the one we were alighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodjob man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still many commitments i'd yet to attend too. Howhowhowhow! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13 papers left!!&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/5069623619570800918-9131207944270979075?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/9131207944270979075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=9131207944270979075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/9131207944270979075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/9131207944270979075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-words-dont-seem-right.html' title='When words don&apos;t seem right,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-8058003192015090031</id><published>2009-05-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:42:57.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 papers down, 17 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one Bernice, thanks for giving me for that inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;*bu guan wo de shi* Ohyeah, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-8058003192015090031?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8058003192015090031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=8058003192015090031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8058003192015090031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/8058003192015090031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-papers-down-17-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1697625762710061323</id><published>2009-05-04T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:10:07.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/2-8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One word, optimistic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I want icecreaaaaaaam! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1697625762710061323?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1697625762710061323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1697625762710061323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1697625762710061323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1697625762710061323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-word-optimistic.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7240128821855316436</id><published>2009-05-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:30:20.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' la vida loca,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st May was terrific. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/43-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning, or should i say afternoon, went jogging with Bernice and Weixiong. Met them in the stadium, but the sun was already up high, and it was blazing hot that without even attempting to jog, we were already sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we jogged one round only. Then slacked around and chatted. Jerick came later and he and weixiong ran for another 3 rounds while Ber and i did a little cwalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rested and due to teasings by weixiong, Ber ran 2 more rounds. When i wanted to join her, she decided not to run anymore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with Weixiong's basketball after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home with Ber, played with Pudding, bathed and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was nice to drive us to Compass point, then we bought chips at Coldstorage and went to get a belt for Ber at Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.90! 39.00! 9.90! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, inside joke. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying bubbletea, Lrt-ed to Farmway and met the rest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Began to fly kites and attempted to walk Lucky and Twinkle. Lucky's still as cute as ever, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/56-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/7-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/49-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/55-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/2-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/15-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/17-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/33-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/35-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/36-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/39-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/4-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/10-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manoeuvering that colourful striped kite was successful in the beginning, but as the wind subside, there goes my kite. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber had greater luck, she used a paper kite and it was easily in the air in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/52-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Visited Jerick, Weixiong and Shawn at the bball court nearby and got ignored, then i left for Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mum, there should be a stall selling expensive chocolates, but after searching and walking around level B2, B1 and 1 for n times, i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, went to Cocoa Trees to buy some nicely packed Holland choc for cousin's birthday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then trained back to Kovan and waited for family and attended my cousin's, Ahma's and Er gu ma's brithday celebration at Serangoon Garden's Jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite high throughout. Especially when everyone started the karaoke session, Lol. I swear im going for one soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to finish up all the assignments. Now left with a few questions on Emaths and Ss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Prelim 1, probably its not so bad afterall. *shrugges*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7240128821855316436?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7240128821855316436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7240128821855316436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7240128821855316436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7240128821855316436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/livin-la-vida-loca.html' title='Livin&apos; la vida loca,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2171123501773110312</id><published>2009-04-27T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:49:21.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing this heart,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another mass update! Ohyeah. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babes. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went out and enjoyed the breeze in sister's boyf's new Mini CooperS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome! Though kind of frustrated cause i just bathed and my hair's in a mess now. LOL. The breeze was cold and strong, but yet i quite enjoyed the trip from Kovan to Jalan Kayu, to near Sengkang then home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Physics test was a goner. Many tricky questions and there was a lack of time. Seriously, i didnt know why i put a D instead of an A, i could have secured that one mark. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Chem test and i failed, due to 7marks of carelessness. Can you believe it?! 7MARKS. Damn it. Had Chem practical too, and i broke a test tube. I was showing Yingying how the whte precipitate can turn back into copper (ll) sulphate by adding distilled water, when the thingy i use to hold the test tube got loose somehow, and it flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was momentarily silence and then everyone "ooooh." Ooops. Guess thats not too bad, Sherman broke 3 today, 3 separately moreover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcam-ed Yihui yesterday for almost the whole day. Incredible right, our time differs and yet we could do this. Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that guy asked me to post his unglams on my blog, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Untitled2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think he's kind of enjoying his time in Australia already. GIRLS. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzahut with Ber, Angeline, Weiting, Beatrice and Vanessa! I didnt know that there was a new set meal for students until then. Shared pizza and spaghetti with Beatrice, cause we wanted to try both. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, we camwhored like there's no tomorrow. Everyone went a little crazy until we were oblivious of the people around us. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most are uploaded in Facebook. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/blahblah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/blah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another week to Prelim 1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna be two tough weeks ahead. Aye. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2171123501773110312?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2171123501773110312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2171123501773110312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2171123501773110312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2171123501773110312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/swing-this-heart.html' title='Swing this heart,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-5056523974783403855</id><published>2009-04-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:03:07.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am so dead for tomorrow's Geog and Amaths test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Ladyluck wont even be of much help. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-5056523974783403855?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5056523974783403855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=5056523974783403855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5056523974783403855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/5056523974783403855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-so-dead-for-tomorrows-geog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-6826389094986931739</id><published>2009-04-16T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:08:00.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Drama, cause life's like one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mass Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;imd src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sandy's sick. Aww.)&lt;/p&gt;Our lovely juniors held a graduation party for us, and yes, it ended off successful and we really enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou guys for spending so much on this party, and your effort put in in designing the room and planning this. And the treasure hunt! Loved it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what my graduation video says, Drama's a family. I'll never forget the days we spent improvising work, having countless rehearsals and of course, dreading Recollections every year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times we spent script-writing, those times we played improvisation games, those times we gossiped, those times we complained but yet still tried our best, those times we cried over our competition results, those times we rehearsed with our blood and sweat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though tiring and torturous, it became our most unforgettable sweetest memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strive on juniors! You know we love you guys, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last last Saturday, the weather was horrible. It was steaming in Hougang and and raining in Woodlanes. The car journey there was relaxing though, the scenery outside was so nice that even Pudding can't resist - she kept looking out of the window. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with iMac with Glinnis. I swear the computer's awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, out for teppanyaki with family at Velocity, then got a few good grabs at CottonOn, :D Sister commented that Velocity has alot of sports shops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thinking, how about a date with me there twinny? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was kind of slack. We had almost 4 free periods after recess. Last period was Assembly. Talked and fooled around with Ber, Alexia, Hongkiat, Desmond and Donavan. Hongkiat suggested to go K soon, yeah! I do hope so man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Prelims 1, 4D outing! ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rainbow always comes after a rainstorm,&lt;br /&gt;So cheerup Desmond!&lt;br /&gt;I know she'll understand. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-6826389094986931739?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6826389094986931739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6826389094986931739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6826389094986931739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6826389094986931739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-drama-cause-lifes-like-one.html' title='I love Drama, cause life&apos;s like one.'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-927388423800465950</id><published>2009-04-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:46:14.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For eternity, yes i do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post coming up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8thApr, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was down with a horrible sore throat, running nose and fever so i decided to give school a miss. Chatted to Yihui and Weixiong in the morning on Msn then went to see the doctor with Dad. In total, i took about 6hours of nap that day after eating the Doctor's medicine. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 7plus and attended Taichi lessons with family. Then Mum, Sis, Eric and i caught &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; at 9.50pm, AMK Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is so exaggerated and thus funny. Its one of my top favourites now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9thApril, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally held the Drama committee elections! Im really glad that of all the positions i elected, only one is different from the confirmed list. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont let us down hor juniors! Keep the drama spirit high! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSCF0095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out for a late night movie with Clique, excluding Alexia, at AMK Hub again! I instantly messaged Ber to purposely tempt her that im gonna watch my second movie in 24 hours. Bwahahas! I know im evil. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber's reply was cute, she asked me to hide her in my bag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice made me super late! But thats okay, cause i still love her as much, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian and Ying went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; while Peisi, Beatrice, Tiffany and i watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Handsome Suit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the movie, i kind of regretted watching. Its kind of scary, i mean, gross in some way. Several parts made me go Eeeeew, and O.M.G. But overall, it has got a quite meaningful moral behind it - Dont judge a person by their physical appearance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of heartwarming towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be a spoiler, so yeah, catch it if you like random stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, waited for Ying outside the toilet. A girl came over and said that her friend wanted my number. I declined, though she keep insisting that he only wanted to make friends. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then i walked over to my clique and jokingly demanded why they didnt help me out, and Peisi commented that i should be quite expert in declining people asking for numbers already. LOL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Peisi's dad drove me, Beatrice and Vivian home, while the others took bus back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night out was short but fun, and we all sure missed Alexia's presence. Guess there's always a next time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10th April, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Good friday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Slept till 12plus and slacked the day off. Went to Compass around 1 to get some food and groceries with Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening, went out to Vivocity with Mum and younger sister and did some shopping! Found a really nice top in Espirit, but Mum forgot to bring her card out, which means there's no additional 10% off. So i put it back. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a GAP tee though! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot by Mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the National Geographic shop and yes, i suddenly miss Yihui! Guess he's probably sleeping like a pig now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, finally updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im off to study for my MSP oral tomorrow. Glinnis said that it almost killed her, and i think it is going to be the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, goodluck Yvonne! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tag replies,&lt;br /&gt;Shi Ting : Im not! But thanks anyways. (:&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : Yeah baby! Gold with honours!&lt;br /&gt;Minyu/Queena : Relinked. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ting : I totally agree man! NCWO deserves a Gold, and i mean it. (:&lt;br /&gt;Eunice : My face is so much rounder than yours okay! So dont complain! :D&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd : Yeah sure!&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong : Haha, okay! Thanks btw. Zack said you two find till 7, 8plus. :/&lt;br /&gt;Alexia Darling : Yeah, thanks for understanding. I'll get it, i promise. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-927388423800465950?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/927388423800465950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=927388423800465950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/927388423800465950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/927388423800465950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-eternity-yes-i-do.html' title='For eternity, yes i do.'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1433663483946294559</id><published>2009-04-06T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:14:52.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it rock,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/28032009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the effort and hard work we'd put in Drama has come to an end today, the day of SFY central judging. Though there were small mistakes here and there, it was overall enjoyable. I think we're all happy to receive good remarks from Claud, Sam, teachers and seniors. Yay! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after this will be the elections for the next committee, a few more session, a graduation ceremony and thats all for the Sec4s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next batch, do not let us down yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/Photo0115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, Pudding's 7th month's coming. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC01760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks perfectly like a stuffed dog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;down with a sore throat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trust me, honey only agitates your throat more. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1433663483946294559?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1433663483946294559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1433663483946294559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1433663483946294559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1433663483946294559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-rock.html' title='Let it rock,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-6406593681172557456</id><published>2009-04-04T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:25:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Declaration : I'd lost my wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeahyeah, ive got tons of money inside which i had been saving up for my friend's birthday. Im even planning to transfer the money on that particular day, god knows how many recess i'd been skipping for that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my new concession card given three days back. Ive already terminated it and got myself a replacement. I havent even activated it, and it got stolen. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that the wallet itself was given by my sister for my birthday, which was like only 3 months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghxzxzxxx. Damn my carelessness, and yeah, damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Drama peeps &amp;amp; Weixiong for helping me search for it, though it was obviously stolen, and for all your comfort and encouraging words. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 16th birthday Desmondddd!&lt;/span&gt; Here's your paragraph. LOL. Well, 3years passed so quickly and yes, thanks for being there when i needed a listening ear. You never fail to give me good advice and encouragement, :D But, on the other hand, stop letting your brother use you as an ATM! It may sound mean and everything, but that's the fact. Stand up for your rights, i know you love your brother but this shouldn't be the way of expressing it yeah? Takecare. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shall post tomorrow. Tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ELDDS, gold gold gold huat arh~! :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/5069623619570800918-6406593681172557456?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6406593681172557456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6406593681172557456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6406593681172557456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6406593681172557456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/declaration-id-lost-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-625224971636065452</id><published>2009-03-31T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:17:02.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all NCWO members out there :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jiayou for tomorrow's SYF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO BAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOLD BAND! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;: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/5069623619570800918-625224971636065452?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/625224971636065452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=625224971636065452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/625224971636065452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/625224971636065452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-all-ncwo-members-out-there-jiayou.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3991959669152222934</id><published>2009-03-30T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:46:36.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling apart,</title><content type='html'>Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day yesterday, i have been surpressing my anger and fustration to blog negative things about you. But today, you left me with no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's mood was okay until you came back. Didnt you know Dogs have natural instinct to bark when people open the door? They will stop immediately if it was someone they know of. And yet, you damn freaking throw your temper on us when the dog barked at the door when you came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting happily while eating the dessert Mum made and you came in and spoil everything, and i meant Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought nothing but misery and hatred to us these two days i can tell you. I tried explaining calmly and nicely to you and yet, my words fell on your deaf ears. You just let your emotions take control of you and everything around seemed so oblivious to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came home howling and banging stuff, spoiling everyone's day. How i wish you would just have your night out, drinking, hanging around with your friends for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came so naturally. Make it clear, i am not guilty. I am brimming with anger and hatred that i could not express out to you. Even Mum had to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you start linking every single thing to this. Saying that we live in a rubbish dump and make our rooms like a Dog's house. Tell me when you started caring about us? The only thing you cared was bragging to us how well your friends' children's results are and demanding that we produce the same, not knowing where's our limits and potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate people easily. But from the way you selfishly yelled like nobody's business in the house and destroying everyone's mood, i think i have the right to hate you. Why just can't you speak in a better tone? You are just simply making yourself seem unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite in the mood of finishing all my undone homework today as i know tomorrow will simply be another long day in school, and yet now, you crashed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my family support? Where's my source of motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when can i have my questions answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3991959669152222934?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3991959669152222934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3991959669152222934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3991959669152222934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3991959669152222934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/asshole.html' title='Falling apart,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-6948281603546292739</id><published>2009-03-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:05:14.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All i ever wanted,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YIHUI! Takecare of yourself in Australia alrights! Webcam often!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, it really seemed that we just know each other and you had to leave. Well, you'll have to find me a totally hot guy in Aust yeah? Hahaha! Kidding. Dont come back until you've got your As cert with flying colours! We'll miss you and Ulgalama! Thanks for calling, though you were in the midst of boarding, just to say takecare to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures yesterday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00264.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC00285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama performed today on stage! Was kind of nervous anyhow, though it didnt turn out the best one so far, im glad that its over. Everyone agreed that it was fun, (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks Ber and Angeline for listening today! I know i was quite scary at that point of time. Hahahaha! Loveya both. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-6948281603546292739?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6948281603546292739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=6948281603546292739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6948281603546292739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/6948281603546292739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='All i ever wanted,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-3409871748785061668</id><published>2009-03-22T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:24:52.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Flag day yesterday. It was quite unexpected that it was such a fun day afterall, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around collecting donations with Bernice, Angeline and Vanessa! These lovely girls are so enthu that there tins are 3/4 full i must say. Mine was around half. Still not too bad, i heard those who went to Orchard to ask for donations have their tins 1/8 full only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats okay, its the effort that is put in asking people under the scorching sun alrights! Welldone people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were many wierd people with wierd responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senario 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : Excuse me, would you like to donate?&lt;br /&gt;Guy : You want money you go ask from the Government la!&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senario 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Hello! Would you like to make a donation? *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Guy with shades and a golden tooth : 我爱你 *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : What?!&lt;br /&gt;Bernice : Hahahahhahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senario 3 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : Would you like to donate?&lt;br /&gt;Guy queueing outside Singapore Pools : Why must i donate?&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : Erhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Guy queueing outside Singapore Pools : No, i dontwant to donate.&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senario 4 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne approaches a married couple.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Hello! Would you like to make a donation?&lt;br /&gt;Wife : 老公，给她。&lt;br /&gt;Husband reached into his pocket and put a 20cents coin into the tin.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne said thankyou and prepared to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Wife : 等一下，老公你给她两毛?! 神经病！&lt;br /&gt;Wife : *puts a $1 coin into my tin and smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was overall fun, i didnt realised till yesterday how friendly some people can be. Despite being rejected countless times, i still said thankyou to the people who let me ask finish 'Hello, would you like to make a donation?". There were some who really treat you like you're invisible. Crap. Im so prominent okay please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yihui came and we all asked him to donate while we desperately sticked the sticker everywhere in his wallet. He didnt mind a bit. How nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ber left and we all got a free meal at Vanessa's parents' chicken rice stall. You should have seen the queue! It was freaking long! But thanks to Vanessa, we didnt even wait for a bit. We were served almost instantly after the chef prepared it. Poor people queueing. Aye! Thanks for treating, Vanessa and family! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like saying this was probably the last time Yihui can drink sugarcane until next Jan. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa left halfway through lunch and the rest of us shopped around AMKhub. Angeline bought a shirt and left, while Yihui and i bused back to Compass. We talked alot throughout and i guess we both understood each other so much more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed after passing Wenxian my tuition notes in compass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered with mum and sisters at Joe's Corner. That shop's probably the cosiest and most comfortable one i'd ever been to. Great dinner and played Wii-ed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went online and chatted with WX, then webcam-ed with Yihui. His expressions were all freaking funny. Let me post an unglam of him. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, caught you playing around. Hoho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, long post.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shouldnt be doing this cause there's still holiday assignments still yet undone. x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-3409871748785061668?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3409871748785061668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=3409871748785061668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3409871748785061668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/3409871748785061668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-flag-day-yesterday.html' title='Heartfelt,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-7226845654694459167</id><published>2009-03-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:12:48.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandalous,</title><content type='html'>17thMarch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied my sisters to watch Disney On Ice, and i just had to agree that this year's was a bang. Or rather, it ended off with a bang. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, count myself stupid, i pressed 1 while calling for cab, so it was a instant pickup from my house when we were totally unprepared. Rushed while the taxi arrived 10 minutes later, and we reached the Singapore Indoor Stadium at around 2.30 when the show's at 3.30. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we headed over to Kallang Leisure Park and had lunch at Wang Cafe and shop around for a bit before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Mermaid's the main show this time round! It got like 3 whole parts on it. Well, i kind of enjoyed it. Hahaha, and no! i do not have a deprived childhood if you are wondering! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidences of camwhoring :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05140.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05143.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05146.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05163.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;19thMarch,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Woke up freaking early and assembled in school. Went to Catholic JC after that for Drama stage and sound check. Minyu was being so so so crazy about the probability of seeing Hwajie there. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yes, Katherine! Dont be too sad over your phone alrights? ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After numerous rehearsals at CJC, made our way back to school and i went to get the chinese worksheet for Angeline. Alas, some technician took it and didnt return, nor the door was open! Sorry Angie! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then Siowmay, Beatrice, Rachel, Zackerry, Meldon, Eunice and i went to eat luch at Pizzahut for lunch break. The thought that this would probably be the last lunch together with you guys still bothers me a little, but oh wells, there's plenty of time after Os! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went back and did more drama practices. Sandy left cause of her terrible cramps and Katherine too, probably cause of her phone. Claude and Sam were a little pissed, but i guess it can't be helped. Had a good time talking to Minyu and Zhiyu about their lovers. Zhiyu was totally obsessed by him! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rushed off to Vivo with WX and Zackerry to meet Bernice and Yihui there. Had alot of fun finding where Coffee Bean's actual location. We saw Coffee Club, Starbucks, and another Starbucks but no Coffee Bean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we finally met them, played in Best, the official shop for National Geographic and of course, the fountain outside! WX kept making me and Ber laugh like there's no tomorrow. Yihui was worst on the mrt, his zhao pai, TEKO LOOK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Damn damn damn jing1 dian3 can! He must have drove Ber head over heels. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i was a little impressed by him. Lalala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Drama photooos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.s. Yihui's still having a hard time figuring out what is scandalous. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;P.p.s Weixiong, tomorrow will be better. Cheerup!&lt;br /&gt;P.p.p.s Zanny! Where's your tagboard man! hahahs. link me up too! Missya! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-7226845654694459167?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7226845654694459167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=7226845654694459167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7226845654694459167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/7226845654694459167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/17thmarch-accompanied-my-sisters-to.html' title='Scandalous,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-1769924250668256907</id><published>2009-03-16T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:35:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no stoppin',</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th was dedicated to Crosscountry, and happily, ive obtained a 49th position! It was quite a good achievement for me, since we were competing against all the sec4 plus 5's girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkiat and i exchanged our positions. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud of Twinny! She ran practically at my pace! Goodjob Bernice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was greeeaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally highed with Yihui and Bernice in Compass today! The laughters were never ending and phonecalls just kept calling in. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our actual motive was to meet Yihui and probably Weixiong for lunch, but both of them didnt answer their calls, so we ate Subway first. Then Yihui called back sometime after lunch and we met him outside Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still can't believe he's leaving in two weeks' time. ): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to look at the Levi's merchandise in Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun began after Weixiong called, and the story goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne's phone rang and she saw that it was Weixiong who was calling. She quickly passed her phone to Yihui and asked him to act an accent. Ber stands beside Yihui to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihui in his high pitched voice : Yeah hello~?&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Yihui : hello!&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong : Hello hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber laughed her head off &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Yihui passed the phone to Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong : Yvonne?&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : No, Yihui!&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong : You called me for?&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Guess who that was!&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong : Zackerry?&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : No.&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong : Darren? Gilbert?&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Nono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hung-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne was puzzled and then received a phone call from an unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown : Hi, i am calling from Starhub to tell you that as something wrong with your sim card..&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Harh?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown : ..and you cannot get any incoming calls and make any outgoing calls until you exchange your sim card at our outlet down at Orchard...&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown : Yes, and by the way, this is Steven calling from Starhub @ Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Ok, thanks bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hung-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice &amp;amp; Yihui : Who is that?&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : I dontknow. Some guy called Steven calling to say that my sim card's spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she said finish this sentence, Yihui's phone rang. He took it out and saw the same no. calling. Yvonne answered instead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown : Hi, may i speak to Yihui?&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne : Sorry, some Steven guy called and he went down to Orchard to have his sim card exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually Shawn! His angmoh accent is so strong i swear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i shall dedicate the rest of my post to Bernice aka Bernard. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Please take care of your voice cause it sounded so horribly cute today, and please dont forget to go shopping with me for slippers sometime and yes, i really like the time we highed together with Yihui and friends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveyaaaa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-1769924250668256907?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1769924250668256907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=1769924250668256907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1769924250668256907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/1769924250668256907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/aint-no-stoppin.html' title='Ain&apos;t no stoppin&apos;,'/><author><name>Yvonne. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132266612044433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069623619570800918.post-2905124350906360529</id><published>2009-03-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:32:17.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every heartbeat speaks your name,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05112.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber's requested post cause my blog's dying soon and needs some human CPR or rather needs a post to be typed and published. And whatever it is, you can just ignore this paragraph cause i think it simply makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLAHHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two major events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) IT show during Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so packed that i got lost at the Starhub area. Was supposed to go to register with my mum, sis and boyf for my new phone, but we got separated. And while trying to squeeze through that never ending flow of people, i got banged and flung around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaggerating it may seem, but its so true. People who'd been there probably be nodding their heads in agreement. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkiat smsed and asked me to go down Potong Pasir to slack with the others. But yeah, i was horribly stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our efforts paid off! Got a new Sony camera @ $599 with a bag of free goodies and a week later, my new Pink Samsung F480 will be in my hands. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) My sprained ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! My ankle's sprained, and for the first time in my life, ive got it treated and bandaged. Which turned out to be a horrible mistake because after treatment, it hurts 10times more than before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/vontyj/DSC05124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And great! i'll be going to school with my bandaged foot tomorrow. And its hurting like hell now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s, My sister's friends like to come and use my room and leave chewing gum behind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5069623619570800918-2905124350906360529?l=th-lastsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2905124350906360529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5069623619570800918&amp;postID=2905124350906360529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2905124350906360529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5069623619570800918/posts/default/2905124350906360529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th-lastsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/eevry-heartbeat-speaks-your-name.html' title='Every heartbeat speaks your name,'/><author><name>Yvonne. 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