<?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-7511761040740940044</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:06:27.106+08:00</updated><category term='ILOVEKIDS'/><category term='Decision'/><category term='Be positive'/><title type='text'>WINNY! :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WINNY</name><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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-2234968784089211375</id><published>2010-09-06T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:40:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, i just want to be like myself.&lt;br /&gt;Be just me.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, and joyful over everything.&lt;br /&gt;Work really hard to achieve my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And keep myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna be easy, but i believe in myself (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-2234968784089211375?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2234968784089211375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2234968784089211375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-guess-it-takes-time.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8571278153929819582</id><published>2010-09-06T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:48:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's just so many things on my mind that i wanna say out.&lt;br /&gt;Things that i want to tell people about.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i dont feel as happy as i was before.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be like how i was, before everything started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that life was never easy, i should have planned it from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really hate myself for falling in traps like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are things that i really dont want to do but have to force myself to.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, the feeling of seeing happiness that you've brought to someone else, is much more pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy is easy.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt; that you're happy, is much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to live everyday by telling myself that tomorrow will be a better day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winny&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8571278153929819582?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/8571278153929819582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-just-so-many-things-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8571278153929819582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8571278153929819582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-just-so-many-things-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-4142810338119622728</id><published>2010-08-16T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:49:49.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To you, it's just a small and tiny weeny matter.&lt;div&gt;But to me, it's like a stab in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel betrayed, i feel like i could just break down any moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has never been this harsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna hide myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i've learnt my lesson.&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/7511761040740940044-4142810338119622728?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4142810338119622728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4142810338119622728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-you-its-just-small-and-tiny-weeny.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-5153160293635809837</id><published>2010-07-15T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:21:24.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to be happy.&lt;div&gt;I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-5153160293635809837?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5153160293635809837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5153160293635809837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-want-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4800446558774175991</id><published>2010-07-06T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:13:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wish i could just open up and tell you how i really feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but to just feel upset, inside, all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Jolly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4800446558774175991?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4800446558774175991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4800446558774175991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-i-could-just-open-up-and-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-6672252406970494482</id><published>2010-06-28T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:13:38.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when i have to put on a smile when inside, i feel miserable and unhappy.&lt;div&gt;But&lt;i&gt; he&lt;/i&gt; probably won't ever understand and know. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-6672252406970494482?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6672252406970494482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6672252406970494482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-it-when-i-have-to-put-on-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7386902604174894090</id><published>2010-06-23T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:29:40.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You should admit that i was never right to you. &lt;div&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7386902604174894090?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7386902604174894090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7386902604174894090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-should-admit-that-i-was-never-right.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-5861811860039302205</id><published>2010-06-04T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:38:40.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;div&gt;Im in a super foul mood so much so that i can smack ur face with my pan and broom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut up and disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!#$%^)_%^&amp;amp;%*^()#$@)_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-5861811860039302205?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5861811860039302205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5861811860039302205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-what-im-in-super-foul-mood-so.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3104552541434199683</id><published>2010-05-30T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:05:53.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Nvm, just smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3104552541434199683?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3104552541434199683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3104552541434199683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1466604542391498875</id><published>2010-05-30T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:20:19.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;明天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;又&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;做工.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;不懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;应该 "YEY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;还是 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;咳".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;But anyway, i just hope that tmr'd be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;xwmtkdn ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&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/7511761040740940044-1466604542391498875?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1466604542391498875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1466604542391498875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8547537881964703019</id><published>2010-05-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:01:05.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a dream that i've been chasing; want so badly for it to be reality.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8547537881964703019?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8547537881964703019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8547537881964703019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-dream-that-ive-been-chasing-want.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1366407405212803456</id><published>2010-05-29T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:23:44.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1366407405212803456?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/1366407405212803456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-so-freaking-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1366407405212803456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1366407405212803456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-so-freaking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-5916350511095788457</id><published>2010-05-28T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:23:09.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I need chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, i wasn't drunk last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because when i woke up, it was still the same scene in my head.&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/7511761040740940044-5916350511095788457?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5916350511095788457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5916350511095788457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8355511368723092445</id><published>2010-05-20T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:57:21.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_SiQnGoS8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/hME69c8zgX4/s1600/Midnight_Dancers_by_1of7_Vanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_SiQnGoS8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/hME69c8zgX4/s320/Midnight_Dancers_by_1of7_Vanity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473177853420391362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_SiAX96sFI/AAAAAAAAAso/EWcuixbnMVE/s1600/In_Dreams_by_Maleda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_SiAX96sFI/AAAAAAAAAso/EWcuixbnMVE/s320/In_Dreams_by_Maleda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473177574479409234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Credits: &lt;i&gt;Vanity&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Maleda&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really hate it when the dream felt so real, but when you wake up, everything just disappears.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; it's the 2nd time i've dreamt of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's seems to have continued from the previous one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i wish it would just probably continue forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dream makes me just wanna sleep in forever since it's so real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't ask me what dream it was, because i really really really can't remember a single bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i said, when i woke up, it just disappears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing i know, it has something to do with dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8355511368723092445?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8355511368723092445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8355511368723092445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/credits-vanity-maleda-i-really-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_SiQnGoS8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/hME69c8zgX4/s72-c/Midnight_Dancers_by_1of7_Vanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8264190180022611952</id><published>2010-05-20T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:38:51.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I read it, and i don't know how to react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8264190180022611952?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8264190180022611952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8264190180022611952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-read-it-and-i-dont-know-how-to-react.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7338663006106842224</id><published>2010-05-19T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:51:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_PHTIgZFNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PbqvwgDNUps/s1600/30282_1361085401110_1650830395_834327_2298100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_PHTIgZFNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PbqvwgDNUps/s320/30282_1361085401110_1650830395_834327_2298100_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472937103700071634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_PGqz1H6SI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fq09gYscco4/s1600/30282_1361085521113_1650830395_834330_457918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_PGqz1H6SI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fq09gYscco4/s320/30282_1361085521113_1650830395_834330_457918_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472936410955114786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you a secret, hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last week i went to universal studios singapore twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not kidding, twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trust me people, once is enough for the soft opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait till it really officially opens, then go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, okay, so it's not really a secret. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both times i went, the weather sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time, sharyl and i were drenched, literally drenched from head to toe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time, it was with pearlyn and the rest and the weather was as bad, but i was impressed by Waterworld's performance, they were so awesome to have just continued the entire show even though it started raining quite heavily halfway through. I mean, that's a must, but, i just feel really happy to watch that particular show.&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;Anyway, i had two full days of break off from everything else. The weather was on my side too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such cooling and lovely weather, reasonable to cuddle in bed the entire day. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schedule's gonna be hectic again, but yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just gotta bear with it, right right? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs - &lt;i&gt;Ballet in the evening&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday - &lt;i&gt;China trip's shopping with besley in the afternoon, Ballet in the evening&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday - &lt;i&gt;Latin dance in the afternoon, Family lunch, Ballet in the evening&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday - &lt;i&gt;Latin dance in the afternoon, acrobatics late afternoon, cloud gate contemp workshop in the evening.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody packed weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't u just love it?! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, i'm back to work too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7338663006106842224?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7338663006106842224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7338663006106842224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-tell-you-secret-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S_PHTIgZFNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PbqvwgDNUps/s72-c/30282_1361085401110_1650830395_834327_2298100_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4391061912948536888</id><published>2010-05-16T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:59:48.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really just have to believe in myself.&lt;div&gt;Keep faith. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4391061912948536888?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4391061912948536888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4391061912948536888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-really-just-have-to-believe-in-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-5091903662396572185</id><published>2010-05-14T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:06:43.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That simply explains it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna sleep in late today, i just wanna close my eyes and shut my brain up and have a good rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate it because my brain seems to be having its own conversation when i lie in bed at night nowadays. I feel so sick and tired of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah, must be pms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-5091903662396572185?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5091903662396572185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5091903662396572185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-simply-explains-it.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-6741383168508095836</id><published>2010-05-10T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:13:39.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure if i really want it.&lt;div&gt;I'm still quite sick and tired of my "sister and brother" and mostly once a week "husband".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody, advice me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm partly excited and partly not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, what should i do!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-6741383168508095836?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6741383168508095836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6741383168508095836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-really-sure-if-i-really-want-it.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-93655051131977898</id><published>2010-05-09T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:04:51.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw it, i'm pissed.&lt;div&gt;Don't ask why.&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/7511761040740940044-93655051131977898?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/93655051131977898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/93655051131977898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/screw-it-im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8799190207752639787</id><published>2010-05-08T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:11:15.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Crossings" (Nafa's diploma in dance's showcase) was pretty good. Claps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had such beautiful passion from their movements that no words can express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the modern dance pieces. They were just so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't wait to start school.&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;I'm feeling that today's gonna be a good day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8799190207752639787?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8799190207752639787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8799190207752639787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/crossings-nafas-diploma-in-dances.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8043085567081371608</id><published>2010-05-05T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:57:34.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S-D43iXRnkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MWlzZPaEfLk/s1600/28141_390613579356_503809356_3868183_3882763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S-D43iXRnkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MWlzZPaEfLk/s320/28141_390613579356_503809356_3868183_3882763_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467643580628704834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, okay. I can't believe i'm gonna say this because it's gonna shock you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, ...&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda miss work ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you get a shock? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, well, i did.&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;Okay, I'm going to Nafa now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8043085567081371608?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8043085567081371608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8043085567081371608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmm-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S-D43iXRnkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MWlzZPaEfLk/s72-c/28141_390613579356_503809356_3868183_3882763_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3190800302697437136</id><published>2010-05-04T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:17:52.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jSNyswsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NooSU9rdIwY/s1600/28141_390613554356_503809356_3868178_1838676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jSNyswsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NooSU9rdIwY/s320/28141_390613554356_503809356_3868178_1838676_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467268005986353858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jR67EB3I/AAAAAAAAArw/UMHTS40sWRo/s1600/28141_390613539356_503809356_3868175_3792815_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jR67EB3I/AAAAAAAAArw/UMHTS40sWRo/s320/28141_390613539356_503809356_3868175_3792815_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467268000921159538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jROd1xhI/AAAAAAAAAro/FhrTgFsSfMU/s1600/28141_390613529356_503809356_3868174_2663811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jROd1xhI/AAAAAAAAAro/FhrTgFsSfMU/s320/28141_390613529356_503809356_3868174_2663811_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467267988987430418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jQyynISI/AAAAAAAAArg/NdLBM2xBW0A/s1600/28141_390613519356_503809356_3868172_4526453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jQyynISI/AAAAAAAAArg/NdLBM2xBW0A/s320/28141_390613519356_503809356_3868172_4526453_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467267981558358306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USS PS CREW, you guys were awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ps. The PS CREW birthmark, omg. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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;Updates and more updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so i stopped working at Universal Studios Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, i enjoyed working there quite alot but i left because i had my own reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so gonna miss all the people there, those from the attractions, the push carts, the managers and of course, my very own crew mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my last bit of fun on that night, that very last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended shift at like 6pm and went to grab free ice cream again. Omg, i love free stuff! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We changed, and went up to the park.&lt;br /&gt;Last two rides on Revenge of the Mummy and poof!&lt;br /&gt;We went to celebrity's cafe to munch and slurp, the food there really looked good but i didn't dare try those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we went to watch the fireworks! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed working there because of the people i've met there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll come back, hopefully. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed still? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was always told never to give up, because if you keep trying, you'll never know when people see the passion u have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to those who've helped me. Ahem, you know. Like helped me speak nice words over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys were an awesome bunch too!&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;Yesterday, i met Reina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the new SBA and looked around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very pretty but small place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their studios are nice, but i still like the ones at SDT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to jitterbugs for Ms Wee's Ballet 1 and 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you, they can kill. Omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Ms Wee's extensions, they're so perfect and she makes it look so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dead beat after that!&lt;br /&gt;We both wanted to get eskimo's bbt, but grrrrrr, lesson ended at aroud 10pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to end at 9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, i felt good, i danced from 7.30pm - 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't done this in a long time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home and daddy told me that there was mail for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From who? Nafa. Yes. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, i took it with my heart racing like crazy because i had a feeling it was about the scholarship, then then then, i screamed!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so freaking happy that i couldn't sleep last night la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipeeeeee! They offered me the NAKES 2010 Scholarship!&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd prolly only get the Bursary or nothing because i wasn't sure if i had "&lt;b&gt;excellent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; audition results&lt;/i&gt;"(!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i really didn't expected it, and i'm just so happy because i've gotten a waiver of my school fees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad i've lessen my parents burden financially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of myself, if not for hard work!&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;I wanna share my joy, but then your last reply to me was "Yup." and that was like two days ago. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to start a message because i feel like i'm gonna annoy you or smth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah wells, somehow, i really hope i'll get back to working at USS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh, i should just be happy of what i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! Can't wait for my mother to come back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna bring my family out to makan, cuz i've gotten my pay and i got my scholarship! :D&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;Once again, being a part of USS PS CREW, i have learnt alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've grown from someone into someone else because i've matured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling myself everyday i go to work that i need to be positive about things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay if people wanna look at my broom and pan or my uniform first before looking at my smile, they can't look down on us because someone once told me that our guests pay $66 or $72 just to come in, and if we are not around, would the park be this clean today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made alot of friends within this one month and it's proven me that i love talking to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when i smile at people and they smile back at me, or even better, they smile at me first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My smile is plastered across my face 24/7, i bet u know (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People said, you're always smiling!!! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if i'm upset, my smile is still there. Even after i've cried at the back where only my few close friends know and when my eyes are still red, i'll go out there and still keep my smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't want my black face to ruin everybody's day, nobody lives for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just keep smiling, be happy, and eventually, positivity makes people get attracted to you. (Y) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been called a cleaner a few weeks before i left, but i've been strong enough to face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said this to the person who's called me a cleaner, "Hi, i am not a cleaner, i am actually doing service for the park. And yes, i am still a student." I felt proud of myself when i said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can even imagine it if someone called me a cleaner on my first day of work, i will cry like a dog i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, i've been inspired by the people around me. Especially entertainment dept (besides ps), i am studying and moving in an arts field, entertainment interests me very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i'll have a second chance to prove of my passion to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regretted the fact that i was called in for interview after work, i was so tired to speak. I should have told her i'll just interview another day... But it's good that there's still people supporting me even now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The escorts were really nice, they've been trying to help too. Like Sharyl (i'm gonna miss her) and a few others. And &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; whom i've talked to about how i stressed i was because i wanted to get in, kinda desperately. -___- But thanks for listening(!) and being there for me(!) and helping me? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, can't believe i saw Jacey as a new escort. HAHAHAHA.&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;Okay, enough of words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna love NAFA and i can't wait to start school! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna take this time to catch up with old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxxxxx&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/7511761040740940044-3190800302697437136?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3190800302697437136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3190800302697437136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/uss-ps-crew-you-guys-were-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9-jSNyswsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NooSU9rdIwY/s72-c/28141_390613554356_503809356_3868178_1838676_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3031700568847621112</id><published>2010-05-03T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:24:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;10 ways to tell if your relationship’s gonna work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever you are with them, nothing else in the world matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He calls you beautiful or gorgeous instead of hot or sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You think about them all day long, and dream about them every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They are the first and last voice you hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Even if your parents don’t want you being together you stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They can drive you crazy and yet you still wanna always be around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. You don’t have to worry about losing them to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Religious matters don’t get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. They understand your schedule can’t always fit them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. They will give you your space and respect you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Via &lt;i&gt;Dinn Sahar's tumblr&lt;/i&gt;)&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;I wanna thank my father for appearing at the very right moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in time for saving my last breath, for making me know that someone will be there when im about to give everything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3031700568847621112?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3031700568847621112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3031700568847621112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-ways-to-tell-if-your-relationships.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1529428492740899871</id><published>2010-05-02T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:25:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things really wasn't that easy i thought it would be.&lt;div&gt;I really wanna try again, and i really gotta be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 3px;"&gt;Please give me a chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna talk to you about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, how should i start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks USS PS TEAM, you guys rock. \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1529428492740899871?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1529428492740899871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1529428492740899871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-really-wasnt-that-easy-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7367466551183538916</id><published>2010-04-28T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:52:09.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a really tough day for me, i had to keep telling myself to be strong, but in the end, i still broke down.&lt;div&gt;Physically, mentally, emotionally. Kinda unfair to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying very hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog again another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this one month, i've met quite alot of people and i enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start dancing again because i haven't been fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;What if your boyfriend is this tall?&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me feel like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like talking. I just wanna go sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7367466551183538916?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7367466551183538916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7367466551183538916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-really-tough-day-for-me-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-6913952393433012351</id><published>2010-04-27T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:00:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Day 1&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 6&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-6913952393433012351?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6913952393433012351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6913952393433012351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-1-day-2-day-3-day-4-day-5-day-6-day_27.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8754463362218772405</id><published>2010-04-26T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:22:43.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Uu98GrhRI/AAAAAAAAArY/CQ6g9P5s9sE/s1600/Image372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Uu98GrhRI/AAAAAAAAArY/CQ6g9P5s9sE/s320/Image372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464325364525008146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna take a picture with him, the real him, not in his costume so much. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's cute, i know right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Uu9hh0mlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/08DD-_VKQaI/s1600/24871_382442822636_521462636_3940623_2492616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Uu9hh0mlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/08DD-_VKQaI/s320/24871_382442822636_521462636_3940623_2492616_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464325357391092306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid puss, you're just so adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Uu9AOtLWI/AAAAAAAAArI/IUfGcVA9Tbw/s1600/24871_382439967636_521462636_3940547_3656442_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Uu9AOtLWI/AAAAAAAAArI/IUfGcVA9Tbw/s320/24871_382439967636_521462636_3940547_3656442_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464325348452543842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thanks to these two darlings for making ytd extra memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the 26th of April 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 5&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so nervous, i'm so scared, i'm so stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking about it, i dream of it twice already since day 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i've done my best, yes, nature shall take its course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wanting it so badly.&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;I woke up at 10-ish, then i went back to sleep at 11-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it rained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work tomorrow from my three days off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dread it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April's coming to an end, i'm keeping the rest of my fingers crossed for my scholarship results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a phailure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8754463362218772405?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8754463362218772405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8754463362218772405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanna-take-picture-with-him-real-him.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Uu98GrhRI/AAAAAAAAArY/CQ6g9P5s9sE/s72-c/Image372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-5378506329499748647</id><published>2010-04-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:06:05.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Day 1&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 4&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel my heart beating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-5378506329499748647?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5378506329499748647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5378506329499748647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-1-day-2-day-3-day-4-day-5-day-6-day_25.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4353288362715112877</id><published>2010-04-24T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:21:54.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9LcmpI3bvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bCObbGIkXT8/s1600/Image318+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9LcmpI3bvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bCObbGIkXT8/s320/Image318+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463671854390013682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: 24th April 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9Lcm5cOiuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4fHn7h0x01I/s320/Image330.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9LcnbuyykI/AAAAAAAAArA/CiVSowOH4lE/s320/280320101289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which one do you think is more worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, gingerbread man so cute! Me like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the best to those who're going for their graded examinations in the coming weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My chingay family; Alicia, Adeva, Sinyee, Yexin, SuIan, Fiona, Besley, Tiffany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; everyone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do well for ur exam yes!? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tmr's Hong Kong Academy for Performing Arts Dance Prog auditions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 people asked me to go. And i've been thinking, but i decided, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those who are going, jiayou kay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I don't feel that i'm good enough yet, and to be very honest, i'm quite tired of auditions. But i'm very much aware that to become a performer, auditions are part and parcel. I've been thinking alot lately. let me think more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, yes. And i enjoyed performing with my most wonderful TTM on 180410.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you girls, even though i only had less than 2 months to learn the entire dance, i truly enjoyed, stressed yes, but in the end, we're still the ones who benefited because we love to dance. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope i see her tomorrow when i go to Universal Studios, again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I so rich, yeah right. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fingers still crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope for me everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4353288362715112877?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4353288362715112877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4353288362715112877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/date-24th-april-2010-day-1-day-2-day-3.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S9LcmpI3bvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bCObbGIkXT8/s72-c/Image318+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7702771157255813797</id><published>2010-04-23T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:49:40.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Day 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7702771157255813797?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7702771157255813797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7702771157255813797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-1-day-2-day-3-day-4-day-5-day-6-day_23.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3630790987110724404</id><published>2010-04-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:49:00.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Day 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3630790987110724404?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3630790987110724404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3630790987110724404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-1-day-2-day-3-day-4-day-5-day-6-day.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1006464969433895325</id><published>2010-04-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:21:00.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was horrid for me. I cried after what seemed like a thousand years and it was even more horrible because my eyes totally turned red after that, with my nose blocked.&lt;div&gt;And yeah, why did i cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply, because i'm... taken for granted, should i say it this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, nobody's perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm out in the society now, it's not secondary school where you have ur lovely friends everytime right beside you when you breakdown or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, thank God i've met people and like the saying, &lt;b&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're nice to someone, the person will return it by being nice back to you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surprising how people actually bothered to ask if i'm okay even though i didn't know them and they didn't know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad i've got people around me at least, who are still making me feel better, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, King Julien's hug (aww, even though his fur was already going down my throat, nah i'm joking :B) was the best even though he bullied me by wrestling me and pushing me into the "ss", he's so strong! I don't need Puss anymore, he can go away and flirt with whoever, hahaha, go flirt with Rebecca! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things today were really nasty but i had no choice, i had to bear with it and carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And i really hated that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the performance, i hope i'll do well and make them proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiayou all of us! Well, maybe more for me because the other 3 are good already (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TTM&lt;/b&gt; ForTheWay. LOVE &lt;i&gt;US&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1006464969433895325?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1006464969433895325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1006464969433895325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-horrid-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7359490528930990058</id><published>2010-04-15T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:14:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S8aftcke7jI/AAAAAAAAAqo/I7_YaT0rcqU/s1600/shrek-2-puss-in-boots.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S8aftcke7jI/AAAAAAAAAqo/I7_YaT0rcqU/s320/shrek-2-puss-in-boots.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460227201345449522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww. Puss Darling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marrying you was the best thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're missing me, cause i'm off today, which is very unlikely, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still gonna divorce you! Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad cat, i'll remove your boots! &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Puss, you so cute. But, woof!&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/7511761040740940044-7359490528930990058?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7359490528930990058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7359490528930990058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S8aftcke7jI/AAAAAAAAAqo/I7_YaT0rcqU/s72-c/shrek-2-puss-in-boots.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-6630414504767934256</id><published>2010-04-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:17:12.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to everyone who's your friends and to you.&lt;div&gt;Nothing was ever fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one really understood how i felt because i never ever posted things like that, like you did on facebook or anywhere, only now (and even so, i'm not telling the entire thing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one will bother because everyone thinks that you're right, just by reading ur conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i'm the one at fault, i'm the wrong one. I know. I accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust me, it's everyone that's there for you, not me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't believe you twisted the story to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no need anyone to sympathize me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if i'm sad, i still have to walk on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you should listen to your bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you forgot, he said this - don't give a fuck about shit, very not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me to get a life and told you not to care about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, he's right, you shouldn't give a fuck about me.&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;I am done. &lt;b&gt;I will stop giving chances.&lt;/b&gt; I will not bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me giving chances = me making you confused and stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never had anyone who told me not to bother about you or not to give a fuck about you because i was never able to express the way i feel to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was bottled up, everything was and always will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that i've caused you this mess and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry that i need to include such dirty words in my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just heed your friend's advices. I don't wanna be a scapegoat anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like this. I'm sure you don't too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-6630414504767934256?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6630414504767934256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6630414504767934256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sorry-to-everyone-whos-your-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4871980304294283290</id><published>2010-04-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:38:43.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other time, i went to RGPS to teach dance after working at USS for a week already.&lt;div&gt;The kids came to me and said, "Teacher! You go suntan is it? You tan already leh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, adorable much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost fainted when i saw my work schedule for next week. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously gonna become chao ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M called me this morning and well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope i hear of the good news soon, make it be good please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed ttm. I want it very much, very badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commitments yes, but it doesn't matter. I just hope i get it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And talking abt &lt;i&gt;ttm&lt;/i&gt;, i really need to start remembering my steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Sunday's &lt;b&gt;TTM&lt;/b&gt;'s performance, my gosh, my leg better be okay and i better know my dance steps. All the best me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, nothing else for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4871980304294283290?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4871980304294283290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4871980304294283290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/04/other-time-i-went-to-rgps-to-teach.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3628189363839700931</id><published>2010-04-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:38:20.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today was supposed be a fine day.&lt;br /&gt;But, no it wasn't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Tonight, is Scarlet Nights at &lt;b&gt;xen&lt;/b&gt; and i really really really wanted to go. I miss my dance mates, my salsa partners, lao shi's spins and hand tosses, my lovely friends. And i definitely missed dancing, or should i say, salsa-ing, with everyone there. I really miss salsa. But i'm moving on (well, don't guess, you'll never get it! :D), maybe i'll still go back once in awhile. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Tonight, is also Phillip's birthday chalet with the crew and i wanted to go to that too because it sounded like so much fun. And Jasmine Loh's going and my "&lt;i&gt;mummy"&lt;/i&gt; too, like, how can i not go? :( Oh well, nevermind. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I almost cabbed down there just now just to make sure my mummy is feeling well and alright, but i didn't in the end because she seemed fine, at least better when i heard her before she was on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Tonight, there was ballet class, and i could only watch the class. I was so tempted to do the pointe exercises. And i had to just mark through dance. Ugh, i just miss pointe! And it sucks because i haven't been en pointe for so long. What's even worse is that i'm on flats most of the time, at least 9 hours a day or more. This is no good, the next time i go en pointe, i'm gonna suffer and have a hard time with my feet. Stupid. Grr.&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;Okay, something stupid and annoying bit me on the back of my knee. It's freaking painful, i can't sleep properly, walk properly, sit properly, and i can't even dance, damn it. I need to dance! I feel so sad, i don't like that thing :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people got a shock when they saw how huge it was, gross enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's all thanks to Madagascar, yes? ahahah, no la, just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Madagascar because i get to see puss in the boots, &lt;b&gt;shrek &lt;/b&gt;(I just dreamt of him during my nap. lol!), princess fiona and the dance by the penguins, Alex, Gloria and king Julien. King Julien is so cool, i wanna dance like him! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but i'm smelling popcorn from USS carts. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MC for four days, miss me everyone, because i can't go out or work or anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, ballet! :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:1px;"&gt;I'll keep my fingers crossed for the good news and results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:1px;"&gt;Please let me hear it soon. &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/7511761040740940044-3628189363839700931?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&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;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hailey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. Ahhhhh, so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&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;Hmmm, nothing much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat hurts bec of shouting when no one's even listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head hurts because it was such a sunny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, i hope i'll see you on sunday. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luvsxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3149593572000600040?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3149593572000600040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3149593572000600040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-person-i-saw-when-i-reached-rgps.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3948933684290305618</id><published>2010-03-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:48:24.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that someone you once used to treasure can become into someone you don't even know now. I am hurt but to you, i'm always thinking for myself when the fact is i don't even know how to express the way i feel to you. To me, you're always right. To me, everyone is always right when there's a mistake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't ever understand so just don't say that you do.&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;b&gt;Life was never fair, neither was love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was never easy.&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i've always thought that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hailey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was a pretty name, for a pretty girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And indeed, i hope i see her today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's more to cute then pretty for now, i'm sure that when she grow up, she'll be really pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week's been full of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noisy, naughty, playful, but lots of fun and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;i&gt;girls&lt;/i&gt;, for last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You both really made my day! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only got today morning to rest, and then i'll be off to teach again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I cannot let my emotions get pass my front look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just keep smiling (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3948933684290305618?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3948933684290305618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3948933684290305618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-is-it-that-someone-you-once-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-6135765263612095481</id><published>2010-03-23T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:10:51.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp23/winnnnnny/BunnyWCrying.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sigh. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-6135765263612095481?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/6135765263612095481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6135765263612095481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6135765263612095481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-6761558900335303611</id><published>2010-03-23T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:43:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6izwBFTejI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ziLITThVYpI/s1600-h/Ice_Cream_in_Stack_by_HidamariNoAya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6izwBFTejI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ziLITThVYpI/s320/Ice_Cream_in_Stack_by_HidamariNoAya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451804986437761586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is&lt;b&gt; free cone day&lt;/b&gt;! :D (yums)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yezzz! Today's free cone day and we as singaporeans definitely went to queue up to get &lt;u&gt;FREE&lt;/u&gt; ice cream from BEN'S N JERRY'S, like duh. Hahaha. Some people even queued for quite a few times just to get more of the free stuff. Of course, we weren't that kiasu. We queued for about half an hour just to get a free cone, but it was worth it. They had a new flavour which was really nice! &lt;i&gt;A cookie affair.&lt;/i&gt; Yummy! :B &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too bad it only happens once in a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RGPS was a cute bunch for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Noisy and hard to control, but really flexible young talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went back to yt, took my letter from Ms Ruzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her letter was so, uh, cool. Hahahaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the morning, i went to my grandma's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had breakfast with my grandpa, grandma, cousin and mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went shopping, my grandfather said it was REAL shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the place we were REAL-ly shopping at was NTUC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny? Hahaha. Cute maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But we really bought alot of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that sums my day up for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing interesting, too bad. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It rained today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We planned to take chances tomorrow, but somehow, our plans got crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it's worth it, dance in the morning and afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sounds abit scary to me because i won't be the one dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uh, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And ahya, i'm broke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no moneyyyyyyy, honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I miss ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-6761558900335303611?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6761558900335303611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6761558900335303611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-free-cone-day-d-yums-yezzz.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6izwBFTejI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ziLITThVYpI/s72-c/Ice_Cream_in_Stack_by_HidamariNoAya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4875435500353693657</id><published>2010-03-22T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:20:40.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6inmQFgx-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/x7ZcUCGet3k/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6inmQFgx-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/x7ZcUCGet3k/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451791624526940130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most smiles are started by another smile (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;I went to teach dance today at a primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shocking? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's even more shocking is that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I taught &lt;b&gt;Chinese Dance&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHINESE &lt;/b&gt;dance. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool enough? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, but, i really miss doing chinese dance esp in chongfu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to yt to get my letters and testimonial too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to a few teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go back again tomorrow bec i've got one more letter to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Nikonmura with Jasmine and mommy for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate alot, bad, very bad. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was my treat, hahahaha, gosh, i'm so broke now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was quite a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;, I wanna work! :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4875435500353693657?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4875435500353693657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4875435500353693657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-smiles-are-started-by-another.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6inmQFgx-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/x7ZcUCGet3k/s72-c/DSC00457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3933552164371141188</id><published>2010-03-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:15:56.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6YkDP0FMHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2ruTxPnz7NM/s1600-h/loveeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6YkDP0FMHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2ruTxPnz7NM/s320/loveeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451084037181747314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Antonio Smith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i've decided that i'll go to NAFA to do my Dip in Dance instead of Lasalle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm, it was a really tough choice bec i had seniors in Lasalle too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And even my teacher said going to NAFA was a bad choice, esp for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the choice's been made, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went for ballet on friday and i felt stiff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt like i haven't danced for months, when i just did the week before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like the feeling that i'm stiff because, uh, i just don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Training's made my schedule a wee bit more packed than before but at least i'm enjoying it compared to my previous job. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides my uniform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm, it's not that bad actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least we got to play rotm, the merry-go-round and shrek 4d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a good share of screaming my emotions and my fear out at revenge of the mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't scary though, just dark, and thrilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bet bsg's even more thrilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope to start work soon. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The world is small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if i'm happy to see you, or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally satisfied my popcorn cravings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But somehow, it makes me crave for more, grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the smell of popcorn at USS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going back to ytss tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope i don't see some people and i hope i see some people too. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like it at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a boring blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm, at least it makes my blog look a little bit more alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodbye everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, and by the way, did i mentioned that you looked good in your uniform? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That totally turned my mood that day around.&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/7511761040740940044-3933552164371141188?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/3933552164371141188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/enjoy-little-things-in-life-for-one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3933552164371141188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3933552164371141188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/enjoy-little-things-in-life-for-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S6YkDP0FMHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2ruTxPnz7NM/s72-c/loveeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-200576136970326430</id><published>2010-03-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:12:14.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S590SULaWYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/h6uwctqFj24/s1600-h/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S590SULaWYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/h6uwctqFj24/s320/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449201932144630146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was never true that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we need is &lt;b&gt;to love without getting tired&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;I'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physically and emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-200576136970326430?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/200576136970326430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/200576136970326430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-never-true-that-love-in-order-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S590SULaWYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/h6uwctqFj24/s72-c/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-752416396908650725</id><published>2010-03-10T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:21:29.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One lesson learnt - Never try to be smart and smuggle chewing gum back to Singapore thinking that they won't catch u. Muahahah.&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/7511761040740940044-752416396908650725?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/752416396908650725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/752416396908650725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-lesson-learnt-never-try-to-be-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8693550218413951386</id><published>2010-03-10T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:01:26.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so well.&lt;div&gt;Nafa replied me, and...&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;/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;/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;/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;/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;YAYYYYYYY!  I GOT IN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, i've t choose either Lasalle or Nafa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm. But i'm still deciding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make my final decision once i get back to Singapore this friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to my cousin's school tmr with my auntie to get my cousin's SPM results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah, cool enough. My cousin's in Singapore so we're doing it for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet he's just so nervous, but i'm pretty sure that he'll do very very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Straight As perhaps. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to those who are getting their SPM results tmr aye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vovo too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, mom went back to Singapore already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna get busy now. Don't disturb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Emails replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Facebook messages replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Offline messages replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Facebook messages sent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8693550218413951386?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8693550218413951386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8693550218413951386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-so-well.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-461479813962527869</id><published>2010-03-06T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:34:07.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To my lovely "&lt;i&gt;babies&lt;/i&gt;":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ec two guides&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you girls are an awesome bunch. Gambateh for your competition, i'll be there. And, just keep practicing! Please be enthu! And yeah, practice and help each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, the competition is not only about you, it's about all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And winning isn't it, experience is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send me emails to update me alright! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And please respect ur seniors and don't make them upset yes?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all ttm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&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;KL early morning tomorrow, and guess what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't even packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omgosh, better start doing it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so nervous for my Nafa's results :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and, i'm gonna have a pet dog soon, as in, not me, but my family! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;No Boston SDP. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kinda sad, yet not.&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/7511761040740940044-461479813962527869?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/461479813962527869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/461479813962527869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-my-lovely-babies-s-ec-two-guides-you.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3308133208501194128</id><published>2010-03-05T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:00:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S5Cpr2wi48I/AAAAAAAAAp4/CHoJ0LVFaxY/s1600-h/PB+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S5Cpr2wi48I/AAAAAAAAAp4/CHoJ0LVFaxY/s320/PB+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445038520389526466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;I could still remember we had a hard time choosing the song that brandon should play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was the first and last time we performed for speech day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the first rehearsal (I just posted the vid for this on facebook) we had, i did a flip and all the coins I had in my skirt made an escape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually it's kinda obvious in the video, Mr Teo and Mr Ng were laughing about it, if you realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ms Sarah came up to me after the reh and asked "hey, you were the girl who dropped all ur coins on stage". hahaha, i thought that was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss it alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i found the video and i was like, wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i sucked in dance last time -.- Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grand jete was so ugly. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ballet tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw my fats. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't know why i'm not doing anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm going KL on Sunday for the whole of next week, gosh, more fats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to leave Singapore, even though it's only for a freaking short week. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i was saying, ballet tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel tired suddenly. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errrrr, supper with Reb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg, i'm craving for fast food, okaaaaaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3308133208501194128?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3308133208501194128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3308133208501194128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgic.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S5Cpr2wi48I/AAAAAAAAAp4/CHoJ0LVFaxY/s72-c/PB+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8268139362669293500</id><published>2010-03-04T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:30:15.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decision'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow, things today seems much better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm lovin it. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new job, and i really can't wait to start.&lt;br /&gt;And yup, today's the last day where i'm currently working at.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy about it, finally! :D&lt;br /&gt;Got my pay, which isn't alot, but i'm still gonna bring my family out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just something that's tugging at my chest atm.&lt;br /&gt;Bec of just one word - Decision.&lt;br /&gt;LASALLE or Nafa? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, once this choice is made i shouldn't regret it;&lt;br /&gt;Just like shopping, right? Okay, maybe shopping is not such an important deal as this to make.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's more likely to be LASALLE for now.&lt;br /&gt;It will feel much better if Nafa's results come in after i submit my Lasalle Applications, if not, i'll be so torn in between these two choices. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Some people's already received Nafa's results, i'm thinking mine might come either this or next week.&lt;br /&gt;And Lasalle's application is up next week (mid way of my holiday), so i'll have to make my decision by this week.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i'm going to KL next week.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh~ I need to have fun, before i start work which is double the fun!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, so excited! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8268139362669293500?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8268139362669293500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8268139362669293500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/somehow-things-today-seems-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-5876259566619974947</id><published>2010-03-02T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:09:49.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, you're not being fair to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think it was me who tagged you on ur tagboard in ur blog, you should go bang ur head on the wall because i'm not such a thick-skinned person. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For goodness sake, stop acting like you're Mr.Macho because you're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And if you're reading my blog and you think i'm talking about you, i apologize, but too bad, hope you &lt;i&gt;wake up&lt;/i&gt; your thinking)&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;Nikon was awesome after work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;dying&lt;/b&gt; to leave my current job, so people, if you've got nice jobs, and i said NICE ones, please tell me about it, please please please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, i'm really tired now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-5876259566619974947?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5876259566619974947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5876259566619974947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-youre-not-being-fair-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3474771500283402827</id><published>2010-03-01T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:21:20.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4sXiMBD54I/AAAAAAAAApw/zaxLrYul2-A/s1600-h/17092009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4sXiMBD54I/AAAAAAAAApw/zaxLrYul2-A/s320/17092009(005).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443470450716043138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;One is born to be a dancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No teacher can work miracles, nor will years of training make a good dancer of an untalented pupil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One may be able to acquire a certain technical facility, but no one can ever 'acquire an exceptional talent'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never prided myself on having an unusually gifted pupil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Pavlova is no one's pupil but God's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;;George Balanchine &lt;/i&gt;&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;Happy 1st of March everyone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3474771500283402827?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3474771500283402827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3474771500283402827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-is-born-to-be-dancer.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4sXiMBD54I/AAAAAAAAApw/zaxLrYul2-A/s72-c/17092009(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4020703972341086445</id><published>2010-02-28T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:10:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It feels like a slap in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not one, many actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's okay, i'm hanging on to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nobody told me things would turn out like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I dont feel happy ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But i know i deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7511761040740940044-4020703972341086445?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4020703972341086445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4020703972341086445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-feels-like-slap-in-face.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7465115972702762846</id><published>2010-02-27T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:06:25.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HASUNNY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;I'm really sorry, really really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you, for being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7465115972702762846?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7465115972702762846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7465115972702762846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/hasunny-im-really-sorry-really-really.html' title='Sunny!'/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7831794316455226885</id><published>2010-02-27T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:56:54.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpXraKaEI/AAAAAAAAApY/FkIlYIOSGuU/s1600-h/Tee007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpXraKaEI/AAAAAAAAApY/FkIlYIOSGuU/s320/Tee007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442927111420143682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpXG_rRrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/XCZdHL5vY50/s1600-h/Tee006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpXG_rRrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/XCZdHL5vY50/s320/Tee006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442927101645375154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpW0xT3dI/AAAAAAAAApI/eGSoAREtZrQ/s1600-h/27022010927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpW0xT3dI/AAAAAAAAApI/eGSoAREtZrQ/s320/27022010927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442927096753282514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpWFt9nbI/AAAAAAAAApA/Bc4PG4o3sC8/s1600-h/27022010925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpWFt9nbI/AAAAAAAAApA/Bc4PG4o3sC8/s320/27022010925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442927084122774962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awww, hugging him felt like the best moment in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only i could do it forever, all the time i feel down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's more than a best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only, my mother wasn't afraid of dogs. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i wish that wouldn't be our first and last conversation. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what Besley's said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to me soon. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballet tomorrow! :D&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 style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like, i want you to know but i don't wanna tell you.&lt;/i&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7831794316455226885?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7831794316455226885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7831794316455226885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/awww-hugging-him-felt-like-best-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4kpXraKaEI/AAAAAAAAApY/FkIlYIOSGuU/s72-c/Tee007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8447926596347386781</id><published>2010-02-26T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:56:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4feK2JCvCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Jl-WwsKFsgo/s1600-h/A_spoonful_of_happiness_by_Alephunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4feK2JCvCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Jl-WwsKFsgo/s320/A_spoonful_of_happiness_by_Alephunky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442562952614034466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like how my eyes twinkle when i see candies, wait, no candy! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alephunky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr's gonna be quite tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so i'll go rest now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Chingay, can't wait for Sunday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i could see the girls. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ps. I'm a stalker, worse than you can imagine and i'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8447926596347386781?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8447926596347386781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8447926596347386781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-like-how-my-eyes-twinkle-when-i.html' title='twinkles!'/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4feK2JCvCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Jl-WwsKFsgo/s72-c/A_spoonful_of_happiness_by_Alephunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-2068707214441750588</id><published>2010-02-25T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:21:54.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-2068707214441750588?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2068707214441750588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2068707214441750588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3961049925973128970</id><published>2010-02-22T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:31:54.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4IXdmrzfRI/AAAAAAAAAow/g4_hpyrmliU/s1600-h/Vincent+Ng+and+Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440937097184902418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4IXdmrzfRI/AAAAAAAAAow/g4_hpyrmliU/s320/Vincent+Ng+and+Group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yup, that was the end of Chingay 2010, and yes, i'm missing it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Great times we had esp w the girls; Sinyee, Suian, Fiona, Adeva, Alicia, Tiffany, Besley and Yexin. I never even thought i would be in their 'clique', like ya. But it was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;All the fun we had, before and after all the rehearsals and performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Gossips, scandals, &lt;i&gt;wushu guys&lt;/i&gt;, yellow river, the gay, complaining about our tired-ness, beef noodles, lunch and dinner, pictures and more pictures etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much fun it's never ending with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it was longer, ah wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Chingay, for leaving me with so much memories, for strengthening bonds with the girls and for making my eyes sparkle over candies everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Chingay'10, more than i did for last year. (:&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;And yeahs, everyone's back to studying now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm back to dancing. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lasalle and Nafa's audition's tomorrow, it's really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna make it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all the best to me! Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my whole solo piece turns out well. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you ballet.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Candy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3961049925973128970?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3961049925973128970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3961049925973128970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/yup-that-was-end-of-chingay-2010-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4IXdmrzfRI/AAAAAAAAAow/g4_hpyrmliU/s72-c/Vincent+Ng+and+Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3807167439490535746</id><published>2010-02-22T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:28:48.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4IVsLTBTrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/esvSMnQWsYY/s1600-h/tumblr_kxrjd8pmCk1qzfe84o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4IVsLTBTrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/esvSMnQWsYY/s320/tumblr_kxrjd8pmCk1qzfe84o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440935148507975346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; it will be way better if the someone, was my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3807167439490535746?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3807167439490535746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3807167439490535746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-will-be-way-better-if-someone-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S4IVsLTBTrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/esvSMnQWsYY/s72-c/tumblr_kxrjd8pmCk1qzfe84o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-6954633934076430876</id><published>2010-02-18T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:07:54.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S3ya3sbZhrI/AAAAAAAAAog/bsiEothZ8KI/s1600-h/14022010717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S3ya3sbZhrI/AAAAAAAAAog/bsiEothZ8KI/s320/14022010717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439392731566278322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So er, i wanted to post a whole chunk of photos last night, but well, as you can see, me being me, i'm just too lazy to rearrange the pictures in the album thus, it looks messy and ugly, so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not up. HAHAHA. Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe another day ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wellos wellos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cny's been preeetty awesome till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esp when hong keeps going on and on abt his crush, worse than a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then, i ate alot, mommy allowed me to eat cookies and cakes which was bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because i wasn't supposed to eat them, hah, ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But i ate them anyway, and i ate alot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, i hope i wouldn't put up alot of weight and even if i do, they're all gonna vanish within these three days. And you know what i'm so excited about, yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chingay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, today's the last reh already. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow, i don't want it to end so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah wells, and then fri and sat's the actual performance alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Sun, we'll be on teevee! Awesome much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, i'm quite tired now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to go somewhere later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And gosh, Joelynn, i still can't get over the fact that "Head" is so big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Omg, very very huge! but adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish i could pat him, but, a little bit scary ah. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I heart LOGAN LERMAN ttm. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you. *Huge grinnnnnn!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and Carter Jenkins too. THANK YOU EVEN MORE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha, whatever seriously, i sound damn &lt;u&gt;(fill in the blanks)&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But i'm not, so you can relax. HEHEHEHEHEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so in loved with TaeYang's "wedding dress", all thanks to vovo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But please don't get the wrong idea, he's in loved with P, and not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. Yay! Xeno ftw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Know-it-all , not. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7511761040740940044-6954633934076430876?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6954633934076430876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6954633934076430876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-er-i-wanted-to-post-whole-chunk-of.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S3ya3sbZhrI/AAAAAAAAAog/bsiEothZ8KI/s72-c/14022010717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3716661278492706175</id><published>2010-02-08T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:48:57.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya, i wanna go swimming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3716661278492706175?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/3716661278492706175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-ya-i-wanna-go-swimming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3716661278492706175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3716661278492706175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-ya-i-wanna-go-swimming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-7248661791190631673</id><published>2010-02-08T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:30:10.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. I'm at work now, but who cares, i'm blogging! Yay me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my weekend was pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;And uh, the day that our bags all got trapped inside PA.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very tiring weekend. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday evening, i went for class with Reina.&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost my handphone and my ezlink and my money and my cards and my hair pins and everything. Oh gosh, because i always have them together in a pouch.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i almost freaked out, but thank God, i found it in the dustbin -.-&lt;br /&gt;Stupid? Whatever, i didn't bother to find out who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat morning at Ms Lee's class again.&lt;br /&gt;Sat's class was tough. Very tough for me.&lt;br /&gt;But Ms Lee was really patient.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a few new steps, like, fouettes and fouette jetes.&lt;br /&gt;Then i cleared up my jete entrelace.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and a pirouette step, i cant rmbr its term though.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then chingay media prev on sat.&lt;br /&gt;I saw V, she's really pretty, and skinny. Gosh ._.&lt;br /&gt;And some others.&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for Hui Yi but i couldn't find her!&lt;br /&gt;Because PAYM's make up, okay, maybe it's not really make up, it's like, they painted their faces.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell who was who, everyone looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;Well, chingay was fun, and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;We had two runs, and it ended really late.&lt;br /&gt;For the last part, it was just so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;To sum the last part, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;Parents complain alot and like crazy. Went home without bags and shoes and our clothes (so we had to wear our costumes home). No more train and bus services. Reached home around 1 plus? PA's auto lock system after 11pm? wtf ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;I had Ms Lee's class before Chingay, so all my pointe shoes, soft pointes and soft shoes were in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up damn early to go collect them.&lt;br /&gt;Because i had to reach sdt by 1130 for BAC auds.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, Baybeh's mom came to send us both to scc to grab our stuffs in the morning. Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, BAC yesterday was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Better than the one last year.&lt;br /&gt;But i regretted, i felt i should have went for the Advanced level.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was good, i was tagged 75, last girl of the intermediate level. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Damnnnn~ Always last. :(&lt;br /&gt;I was last for Boston Ballet's SDP auds (45) too.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. .____.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND, damnnn suayyyyy~ "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;004&lt;/span&gt;" was there too.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i totally rolled my eyes till my eye balls were abt to fall off when i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Still the same her, ahahaha, i didn't really see her dance though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i'm glad i went for Ms Lee's class on sat, it definitely helped me for my BAC auds. Yay! But my jete entrelace was still bad. At least i managed to catch the steps this year, unlike last year, i screwed it upside down and im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ms Lee after class and had a short talk.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i'm feeling optimistic, but maybe a little negative because of my age.&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate level had 55 people auditioning for it and out of these 55, only 30 will be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, i'll just keep my fingers crossed though.&lt;br /&gt;I felt good after the auds, great experience. WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring enough? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cny's coming, pretty excited for it.&lt;br /&gt;Hate the fact that i cant eat cookies and all because there's egg.&lt;br /&gt;UGH! D: But nevermind, good for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then i wont go for Lasalle and Nafa's audition like a rolling tang yuan (who rmbrs what's this -.- ghey shit)&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i used to be so round and fat.&lt;br /&gt;EWWWW. Maybe i still am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I'll go find things to do now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7248661791190631673?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7248661791190631673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7248661791190631673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7679551330861517781</id><published>2010-02-06T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:28:40.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time, please pass very slow today. &lt;div&gt;I wanna dance till my hearts content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baibai everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BALLET BALLET BALLET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHINGAY WHOOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7679551330861517781?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7679551330861517781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7679551330861517781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-please-pass-very-slow-today.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8341097372002845616</id><published>2010-01-31T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:21:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I said i didn't wanted to do Boston Ballet's SDP auditions.&lt;br /&gt;But well, i went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of neoyun!&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanted to do the class initially, prolly just watch it.&lt;br /&gt;But then, i dont know and cant remember what's the reason why i decided to do it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great class though, who cares who gets in or not.&lt;br /&gt;The whole point's about the experience.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough class.&lt;br /&gt;I had to do things that i havent even learnt in my grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was tagged 45 today, also the last on the list.&lt;br /&gt;But there werent 45 people auditioning.&lt;br /&gt;I met Elizabeth, haha, it's been so long.&lt;br /&gt;And then, i saw one of my baos, Michelle, two of the Nut soldiers, Clara and Adelene.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Howie and Sencai, shocking? Hahah. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Howie seemed shocked when he saw me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time. Well, it was great to see and dance with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda scared when he made us do a penchee.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm fung never made us do penchees in class, i'm not so sure why.&lt;br /&gt;Mine wasn't 180 degrees la (i think), but well, i felt, square and nice.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Then another new one was jete en tournant. Never done it in class before either.&lt;br /&gt;I remember i had to do that during BAC's audition last year.&lt;br /&gt;And i skipped that exercise.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't skip it this time round, well, i tried.&lt;br /&gt;I think my allegro was worse than before, maybe because i didn't have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little too weak to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointe was quite a killer.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS IN THE CENTREEEE!! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was gonna faint.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wear toepad, so my toes went mad.&lt;br /&gt;Pirouettes en pointe, my gosh, my first time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it was quite successful.&lt;br /&gt;And another one, maybe a little more than&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 12&lt;/span&gt; pique turns leading into chaines, that was, scary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not strong en pointe, i know that very well.&lt;br /&gt;But....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did full pique turns!!!! Omg, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, so happy.&lt;br /&gt;But we all think it's because sdt has really good floor, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared to go on my toes and turn at first and we had to do it in twos!!!&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt dare to attempt the doubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we had to do sautes en pointe.&lt;br /&gt;Scary much? Omg.&lt;br /&gt;But it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome class.&lt;br /&gt;Really. I dont care if i get in.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten everything he's said in my head about tendus and frappes.&lt;br /&gt;They make so much sense and yes, it was so good!&lt;br /&gt;I feel perked up and ready to dance more.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye chicken pox-es! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and two girls came up to me after the audition class and said something to me that gave me a mega ego boost. OMG! I'm serious, i dont know if they were trying to be funny but they didn't sounded like they were.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, i felt my heart skip a beat when they said that.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, im not writing it here, come ask me on msn or sms me if you DESPERATELY wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;If i write it here, it's gonna sound quite, thick-skinned. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my body's still feeling weak and my toes hurt very much.&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAC's auds next sunday.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, i decided to go for intermediate.&lt;br /&gt;Advance's gonna be a challenge for me.&lt;br /&gt;And i need to eat breakfast this time! :D&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna be an easy audition, i'm gonna try my best.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get in for this one. (:&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, enough of auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prix finals today! 31st! Whoohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that Yu Hiu Tung got into the finals! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to watch them live tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, fancy how people chase late into the night to watch soccer matches or smth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna chase my night watching ballet! Whooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomesxzsxzsxzszxzsxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEYOU BALLET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why did you have to do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8341097372002845616?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/8341097372002845616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-said-i-didnt-wanted-to-do-boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8341097372002845616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8341097372002845616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-said-i-didnt-wanted-to-do-boston.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-4078675648600803380</id><published>2010-01-30T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:03:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh, no la. I don't want to go JC liao. &lt;div&gt;I was initially planning to go apply at a particular JC on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, cannot la, i decided not too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not do it slip-shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least i've time to spend with my ai(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though i need to work my ass off. (Damn this!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll still have enough time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least i can like, dance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ya! Spend time with my loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4078675648600803380?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/4078675648600803380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-no-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4078675648600803380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4078675648600803380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-no-la.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-5074696659560979134</id><published>2010-01-28T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:28:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, guess what. &lt;div&gt;I just received my audition info for NAFA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnnnnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both my auditions on the 23rd feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lasalle's in the morning from 8.30am-1.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAFA's after that, from 2.45pm-5.15pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i need to come up with a solo for NAFA's audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i need to do two essays for my Lasalle's audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the audition's in less than a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omgosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired die me sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't i have my Nafa's audition in March instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind la, all at once also good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahyo. Seriously gonna feel tired after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. But im excited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YES. I have decided, um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i wont say it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles monkeys and zebras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-5074696659560979134?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5074696659560979134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5074696659560979134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/woah-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3298192462647219795</id><published>2010-01-28T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:06:38.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S2DeMIrPthI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_Xj-g4t_xL8/s1600-h/19944_270610207263_6080122263_3065704_5710614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S2DeMIrPthI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_Xj-g4t_xL8/s320/19944_270610207263_6080122263_3065704_5710614_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431585450677483026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits: Prix De Lausanne 2010 on FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think 109's ala seconde is ah-mazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If only&lt;/b&gt; mine were as high and straight as hers. I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i still like 111 (Yu Hiu Tung)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's beautiful, she's got a pretty alignment, her turnouts are beautiful, her steps are clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she seemed a little nervous when i saw her vid blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope she goes far, she's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year's prix seems really exciting because there're so many dancers, the number of male dancers even seemed to have increased compared to last year. Major wow-ness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there seemed to be alot of competition. Omigosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish i could be there to watch the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for the finals to be posted up on Vid blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jiayou Yu Hiu Tung!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" class="gl_photo" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that love blossoms in such a funny way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why i'm up so early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a bad dream last night, i can't remember what it was though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe that's the reason why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regretted not participating in the Jae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, i hope i went to a JC, at least i don't have to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. I really hoped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad, too late isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna give Boston Ballet SDP audition this sunday a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard that alot of Sota girls were going too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good cause i can see most of them, like my dear baos, nut soldiers, and others! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad cause they're gonna be so good, im gonna feel so demoralised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, i'm not going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Neoyun'd still go, she said she'll only go if i go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i haven't been dancing because of poxy that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need so much training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i think im gonna give BAC auds a miss too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, im sad that i'm giving that a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i really wanna do it! Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me think, maybe i'll change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only left till sunday to submit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Def won't give Lasalle and Nafa's auds a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, talking about this, i've yet to do my essays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd better get started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, i say this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i'm gonna do it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I need to dance. I need to dance. I need to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;40kg, here i come! :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/7511761040740940044-3298192462647219795?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3298192462647219795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3298192462647219795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/credits-prix-de-lausanne-2010-on-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S2DeMIrPthI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_Xj-g4t_xL8/s72-c/19944_270610207263_6080122263_3065704_5710614_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7571581714575476083</id><published>2010-01-27T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:06:23.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1_EgqrqZTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DsEYYqfFzek/s1600-h/LOVE_by_Frenzyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1_EgqrqZTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DsEYYqfFzek/s320/LOVE_by_Frenzyy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431275741124388146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet yet bitter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi donkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been ages, yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grr, so lazy to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can't bear to abandon this lovely (NOT) blog of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i still miss all my previous posts, when i started blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, i always delete my posts on impulse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate that, hope i won't do that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, poxy's my best friend for the whole of this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though i dont even look like i've got chicken pox at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, they're not serious like my dad's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got very very very little!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been sleeping and playing and sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling myself that i need to do my audition essays, but im so lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, i'd better get started on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY! TIME FOR MEDICINE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to those who got into their choice of schools and course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the best to those who are appealing, yeahs.&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;My horoscope today said;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will enjoy learning how to go slow right now, because there is so much to see.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i am&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today. Tired, i don't feel like moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something not so nice happened in the morning, thats why im feeling like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it's meant to be, but worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My colour is &lt;b&gt;shadow black&lt;/b&gt;, idc cause i'm not going out, if not i'll wear entirely black, like i always do. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My number is&lt;b&gt; 36&lt;/b&gt;, in which i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, the time's &lt;b&gt;8pm&lt;/b&gt;. I'll wait and hope. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winny, take it slow.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; something or someone, let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it comes back to you, &lt;b&gt;it's yours&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it doesn't, it never was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How true this sounds, though cliche yes.&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;&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;i&gt;My heart feels squashed, but im staying strong&lt;/i&gt; (via &lt;b&gt;Joelynn Lim&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i really do feel this way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to fake a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, isn't everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's time to dance again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7511761040740940044-7571581714575476083?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7571581714575476083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7571581714575476083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-yet-bitter.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1_EgqrqZTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DsEYYqfFzek/s72-c/LOVE_by_Frenzyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7080207010292614696</id><published>2010-01-23T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:10:20.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1p94KVAxOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/R5UMzYnVSeY/s1600-h/DSC00017%5B1%5D.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1p94KVAxOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/R5UMzYnVSeY/s320/DSC00017%5B1%5D.JPEG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429790704547185890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geez! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the fact that i can't go for ballet classes and chingay rehs because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I'VE GOT CHICKEN POX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so itchy. Ugh!&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&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;&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;When im okay, i wanna go dim sum-ing with joelynn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im okay, i wanna go catch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im okay, i wanna go shopping for CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im okay, i wanna go swimming and get a nice tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im okay, i wanna travel a little bit, so that i can take that time to forget about what's happened in Singapore. I know im avoiding it, it's like when i come back, i'll still have to face all these shit, but i really wanna go somewhere, breathe some nice and fresh air, have some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you want it too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to forget everything, i want to wash it off my mind entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow, it's either the whole piece or part of it will still be intact in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna think about it, i dont wanna fake anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying. I can't find myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, this is life? I wish i had a better one then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish... i wish i wasn't so stupid and naive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna start over again, but now, it's not only about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need to dance alot when im okay, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7080207010292614696?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7080207010292614696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7080207010292614696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/geez-d-i-hate-fact-that-i-cant-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1p94KVAxOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/R5UMzYnVSeY/s72-c/DSC00017%5B1%5D.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1065242015933935134</id><published>2010-01-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:59:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was using facebook and munching on butterscotch that Joelynn bought.&lt;div&gt;Then suddenly, i cant feel anymore butterscotch on the plate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHH damnnnn, i finished maybe, one-quarter of the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nooooo! Butterscotch is so yums, i need more. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i slept for the entire time because my head was throbbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go chi's class but i can't make it in this state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, so many thing's been happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i'm awake but everything's still on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like i can run away or hide from reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a hit-and-run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;You were like a hi-and-bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And i really hate you for that somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go &lt;b&gt;dress&lt;/b&gt; shopping, and maybe&lt;b&gt; heels&lt;/b&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i wanna spend time with my mother, and father and sister. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for now, i'm gonna do some online shopping till mom comes home very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i'll go and eat and i'll go and sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got blood on my finger. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1065242015933935134?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1065242015933935134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1065242015933935134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-using-facebook-and-munching-on.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7229659124858685118</id><published>2010-01-18T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:40:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;To be honest, i hate that you can move on so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I'm sad, and i really want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7229659124858685118?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/7229659124858685118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-honest-i-hate-that-you-can-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7229659124858685118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7229659124858685118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-honest-i-hate-that-you-can-move.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-1095842164048755970</id><published>2010-01-18T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:47:46.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1PZp2rlJHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FMOIplXZQkQ/s1600-h/DSC03117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1PZp2rlJHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FMOIplXZQkQ/s320/DSC03117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427921288987747442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But with love. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&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;Maybe, it's really time to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I still wished you haven't said that so we might still be close now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I don't want to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Everytime, i cross my fingers, hoping you won't ever forget me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yup. Life's been good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chingay reh yesterday was waayyyyyyyy killer than the rehearsal on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to walk alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My right ankle and right knee hurts, my back aches, my neck aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it all up, i feel lethargic entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what, we've still got practice later in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, hanging on man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the performance days are gonna be crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 consecutive days non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really sad to those who've got school the next day, really.&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;&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;Well, just to cheer myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how i did it yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a really good lunch with the girls yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got entertained by nose-digger and singapore idol (NOT).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually both are the same person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Just Acia, free flow of ice-cream and drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, fun and laughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fun yes, alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took a bus, and alighted somewhere near panpac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panpac reminded me of D. Heh, cause she liked to talk about it all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Candy Empire, shared 200g with Sinyee and Fiona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yumsxzsxzs! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chingay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had entertainment again! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness, seriously funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gay! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had alot of rehs. Tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had nice talks with SinYee during breaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, blah and blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a din on the bus and MRT on the way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballerinas unglam much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! Very funny.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish today'd be a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still tired, but well, i'm already up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go juicy with Joelynn Lim! :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And go sun-tanning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burn all my stupid fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tday's my day, tmr's booked and dance at night, wed's my day, thur's dance, fri's dance, sat's chingay, sun's dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned to go to ACTFA today to complete my hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe next week. i've got alot of hours to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like 15hours. Or maybe more, gay right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then maybe Kyo Lao Shi misses me so he'll cont giving me free coaching for salsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. i hope they don't make me dance when i get back to complete my hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want test. And im gonna say i have no money for classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND IM SERIOUS ABOUT THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSH IM BROKE! SERIOUSLY BROKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still wanna go out in heels with Neo Yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glam much. HAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to distract myself. If you haven't noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long posts are coming back, yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I miss you, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1095842164048755970?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/1095842164048755970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-its-really-time-to-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1095842164048755970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1095842164048755970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-its-really-time-to-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S1PZp2rlJHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FMOIplXZQkQ/s72-c/DSC03117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-5855997894267433468</id><published>2010-01-16T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:16:07.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe, time has already told the story.&lt;div&gt;Yeah? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So do i.&lt;/span&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/7511761040740940044-5855997894267433468?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5855997894267433468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5855997894267433468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-time-has-already-told-story.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-739027260657226690</id><published>2010-01-16T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:04:09.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tempted by Posh's Trip Earle C, seriously! Ughhhh.&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe when i lose 5kg successfully, i will have that as a reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I survived on two bowls of soup and two pieces of nuggets for the whole of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahah! So not healthy, but well, at least not fattening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehhhhh, why do they give &lt;b&gt;dancers &lt;/b&gt;MacDonalds for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse, MacSpicy? Huh? Ahyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so wrong, seriously. They should pack some HEALTHY meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm becoming a diet freak. OMGOOD! :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am overweight, for a dancer! Gah, screw this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i'm excited for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna give pei's class a miss. Wanted to submit my audi form today, but nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe tues or smth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna meet NEOYUN to apply for Lasalle and Nafa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, thanks to Serene Seah, i applied for Lasalle already! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, we'll go to NAFA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll have lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll talk alot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. About dance, and work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got ballet tonight too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a tiring day! If i go for ADV1 in the morning, it'll be TRIPLE tired-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday's chingay media preview was kinda happening! And fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were almost late, actually, we were late. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were people later then us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept telling myself to return the umbrella to Ms Cam, but in the end, i forgot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So luckily, i saw Ms Low and she helped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAHAH. Omg, why is it always like that, you keep trying to remind yourself not to forget something, but eventually forgets it. Tsk, horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Media preview was, wow, bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the camera flashes, like last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just so not my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got 4 new blisters on my feet, and i was so kei kiang that i shut my mouth and continued dancing until i cannot tahan anymore because the pain was really, bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took out my shoes and guess what!!!!????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blisters broke, which meant my skin came off. Ahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain like what only. So i walked bare footed to get plasters from my bag (Thank God i have them!) I was unglam. Always am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trust me, the floor sucks. It's the f1 track la, so you can roughly imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the 2nd media preview, my head gear flew off when i did my last Feng Huo Lun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gay, it literally FLEW away. And my head was damn pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there's a small part on my head that looks like i've got loss of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm serious, my mom said it. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And worse still, the guy, this guy, i shan't say much la, but he's just so freaking rude!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kicked my head gear off and still can say this: "Wah, Ta de tou fei diao" (Her head fly off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo stupiddddddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think they'd put that on news or tv or the papers. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever, then we went to the flyer toilet and cleaned ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chingay this year feels much more awesome because of the friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year was a hell lot of bitchings, but this year, it feels diff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i really like, us. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, we're gonna have a healthy meal at DB exchange for 2 hours before going to f1 pit for rehearsal. Pigs much? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ballet on sunday, good? Not really i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i haven't danced ballet in ages. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm having class later! So, yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking to go and submit my aud forms and maybe, meet R and TIARA tomorrow before meeting the girls, but my sister's gonna make a big fuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm, let me think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOOO... Today and tomorrow's gonna be cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And monday, i'm gonna rot again because everyone else is going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. Maybe i'll bake! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'll do my audition written assignments for both schools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, funny question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are waffles really better than pancakes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know how i should write a "compo" with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there even a diff? Maybe i should ask Ms Juny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA! Joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, all the best me. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la, happy much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, where'd all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who add on to my happiness disappeared to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Huh? Really forget about me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahyo! Sighhhhhhhh. I feel so sad when i think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;To be honest, these people make me feel so much (less than / 3), but what can i do, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'll be there when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; need &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, really.&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;So if you wanna cont ignoring me, or be mean to me, or forget abt me, let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;But i'll still care, about you, very much.&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/7511761040740940044-739027260657226690?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/739027260657226690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/739027260657226690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-tempted-by-poshs-trip-earle-c.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-9070439687750442277</id><published>2010-01-15T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:55:27.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S0_Xig3wlPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/jq-rNJOGwLo/s1600-h/P1110055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S0_Xig3wlPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/jq-rNJOGwLo/s320/P1110055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426793063944066290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S0_XiDbkzFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/K0tuuMeM9j4/s1600-h/P1100598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S0_XiDbkzFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/K0tuuMeM9j4/s320/P1100598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426793056041225298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Korea love is so much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awww, these two pictures feels very warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esp with them around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These proves that we're always around each other, anywhere la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet up soon! Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Hahaha, I'm so sleepyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm happy. I have to be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always happy isn't it people! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just sometimes, you don't know only. \:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Chingay media Conf tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoooooo. Dunnoe if i should feel happy or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My costume is kinda smelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, my shirt stinks more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to wash sia. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still air it la obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel happy. I should be though. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who cares if i fake anw right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, happy is still the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no more &lt;i&gt;work &lt;/i&gt;next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yipee doodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i want to go food-ing but the devil is,... fats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhhh! FATS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever, my blog is so not interesting anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booooooo! I know i know! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged properly in ages! Oh my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't regret it la. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if this is a proper post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm kinda scared to blog because everything i blog about is wrong to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So well, maybe i'll blog less often. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better for me, and some others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sigh.. I'm kinda a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever, who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna move on now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay like a happy fool! :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;even though i feel crushed inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. Yay to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna photocopy my certificates now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somemore i must photocopy two sets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i bring enough ka-chings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel good when i see all my dance certs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, yipeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a happy fool and i'll remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MYSELF AND YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss me for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-9070439687750442277?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/9070439687750442277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/9070439687750442277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/korea-love-is-so-much-love.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S0_Xig3wlPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/jq-rNJOGwLo/s72-c/P1110055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8218064520698752425</id><published>2010-01-13T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:05:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S03Nv8lKUrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ccNuWnkw5j4/s1600-h/helpless_by_ouzhnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426219349650854578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/S03Nv8lKUrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ccNuWnkw5j4/s320/helpless_by_ouzhnn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So what if i feel helpless, who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&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;I haven't posted a proper post for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of thing's been happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad, good. A mixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, life goes on, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to sister Eliza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she'll help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the connection, the good results, my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am scared, i really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i will always remember that i've had the best sweet sixteen with my cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll always be the best people in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've changed my life, every single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my cell, my ex-cell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so sad when i talk about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only... but it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will make a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how i should phrase it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel tormented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am extremely sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey, i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wish you haven't told me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We seem to be drifting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will you really forget about me in time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do a proper post when i feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way i am now, the feeling sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, time will tell the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anyway i could perish but not make it a sin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like i said last time, though not in the same context, the feeling is similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you look at me, i look away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you look away, i regret.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You figure it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8218064520698752425?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8218064520698752425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8218064520698752425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-what-if-i-feel-helpless-who-cares-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/S03Nv8lKUrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ccNuWnkw5j4/s72-c/helpless_by_ouzhnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-5958912635882577099</id><published>2010-01-12T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:03:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God for my set of results, really. &lt;div&gt;Indeed, i've tasted my own piece of success from my very own sheer hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to do what i really need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go winny! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not participating in JAE, so friends who are, all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to, but i decided not to be so unfair to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not going back to sec 4, even though i really wanted to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am gonna try alot of things this year that's gonna make alot of difference in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss DA alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i will wait for the chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to dance so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to meet sissies, and talk and cry and dance together.&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;There's just so many things that i can't say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why is it that life's so unfair?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-5958912635882577099?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5958912635882577099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/5958912635882577099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-god-for-my-set-of-results-really.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-2035351681101489431</id><published>2010-01-09T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:02:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the most stupid dream in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-2035351681101489431?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2035351681101489431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2035351681101489431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7861078760853232482</id><published>2009-12-31T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:01:39.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Szx6bxYZnxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pBEY5lN_ewc/s1600-h/Tired_by_gruenerapfel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421342668977970962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Szx6bxYZnxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pBEY5lN_ewc/s320/Tired_by_gruenerapfel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's new year eve, but i don't really feel like it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost how i should be blogging. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to quickly get my pay, i've got things to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy new year everyone! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7861078760853232482?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7861078760853232482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7861078760853232482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/12/todays-new-year-eve-but-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Szx6bxYZnxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pBEY5lN_ewc/s72-c/Tired_by_gruenerapfel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1319679672298390127</id><published>2009-12-07T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:21:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;!@#$%&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;*()_)(*&amp;amp;^%$#^ &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/7511761040740940044-1319679672298390127?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1319679672298390127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1319679672298390127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4974036658784503572</id><published>2009-12-02T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:42:48.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did you do this to meeeeeeeeeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4974036658784503572?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/4974036658784503572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-did-you-do-this-to-meeeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4974036658784503572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4974036658784503572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-did-you-do-this-to-meeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-8035771471248433133</id><published>2009-11-30T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:58:19.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be positive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come i feel like everything around me's like falling apart? &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bias? Unfair? Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess it's just t my disadvantage, to be more positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish i had a chance though, those were beautiful moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe in time, i'll get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or maybe, i'll never ever get it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being alone could probably be another reason that affected me at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean, who likes to be alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or maybe, i'm just too sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, my heart aches for a funny reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know you're fine, everything's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i just dont know why, i feel funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like crying when i read ur messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really dont know why. It's dao, but maybe im just negative so i think positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe because, you didn't include smiley faces? ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Probably because you're still not over what's happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I baked today, after what seemed like a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was, ... nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It smelled like famous amos, but it's not cookie, it's small cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They dont taste fantastic, i guess my mood affected my all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something inside of me seems bottled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't even know what is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8035771471248433133?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8035771471248433133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8035771471248433133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-come-i-feel-like-everything-around.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-469760188858273654</id><published>2009-11-25T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:04:36.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now i've got 5 stitches.&lt;div&gt;They hurt occasionally but it's not that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna go to the birdpark \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I was really hinting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i can make a wish now and have it come true straight away, i want my pet in neopets t be alive. Really. Such joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-469760188858273654?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/469760188858273654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/469760188858273654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-ive-got-5-stitches.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-3900479082764856333</id><published>2009-11-20T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:56:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SwXpDPMnXKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8UgQnZsM2SI/s1600/reflected..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SwXpDPMnXKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8UgQnZsM2SI/s320/reflected..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405983169556470946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only things could be left simple, or better, simplest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-3900479082764856333?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3900479082764856333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/3900479082764856333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-only-things-could-be-left-simple-or.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SwXpDPMnXKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8UgQnZsM2SI/s72-c/reflected..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8287591047486936677</id><published>2009-11-16T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:55:04.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a great day!&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be great too, but i'm really nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really for part one of the day, but more of part two of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky Reina's gonna be there! \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish all go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8287591047486936677?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8287591047486936677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8287591047486936677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-great-day-tomorrows-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-2020310115497031173</id><published>2009-11-16T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:53:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally love the way my holiday is going right now, even though i havent gone shopping! &lt;div&gt;Gah, that sucks, i feel like i need shopping soon, if i have money la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the packed schedules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chingay rehs, ballet classes, reh for next year's performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoo! I'm gonna have 4 perfs next year! Awesome or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday was one of the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They succeeded in surprising me, hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun, they had fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you girls! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chingay reh at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still having fun. Yipeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-2020310115497031173?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2020310115497031173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2020310115497031173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-totally-love-way-my-holiday-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-490592410329572447</id><published>2009-11-10T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:54:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can anyone bring me to the zoo? \:&lt;div&gt;Or maybe the night safari, or jurong birdpark? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-490592410329572447?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/490592410329572447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/490592410329572447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-anyone-bring-me-to-zoo-or-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-2778835975213477529</id><published>2009-11-10T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:50:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SvjST4oDGoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UDNkaX54OZY/s1600-h/Love_Drunk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402298992090618498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SvjST4oDGoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UDNkaX54OZY/s320/Love_Drunk.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; _______ &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, one last paper tomorrow, im still keeping this up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd better be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got so much plans after Os.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Movies, Dates, Shop, Work, Performances DANCE, DANCE, DANCE, BALLET, DANCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait, life's never been this good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna work on my technique and my extensions! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pirouettes too, gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, must do well for O levels! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH YA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's the use of crying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you just Smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-2778835975213477529?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2778835975213477529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2778835975213477529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-always-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/SvjST4oDGoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UDNkaX54OZY/s72-c/Love_Drunk.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1122252238441066748</id><published>2009-10-31T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:47:56.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm sick now, emotionally and physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel weak, inside and outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, why at this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, i just gotta hang on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's killing me -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1122252238441066748?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1122252238441066748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1122252238441066748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sick-now-emotionally-and-physically.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-466269703619156887</id><published>2009-10-29T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:45:33.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so wanna celebrate halloween and do a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hokiepokie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lot of trick or treat-ing(!) especially near liz's; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEXT YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, i love O levels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA, no i'm not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-466269703619156887?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/466269703619156887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/466269703619156887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-so-wanna-celebrate-halloween-and-do.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-2343399931300731329</id><published>2009-10-25T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:36:59.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good luck people! ♥&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/7511761040740940044-2343399931300731329?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2343399931300731329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/2343399931300731329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-luck-people.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1466447646309690226</id><published>2009-10-24T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:59:06.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait! :D&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;&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;I miss them! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True enough, it's been long, but our hearts still link, remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that's happening in our lives, are just so similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very amazing and i love the way it is!&lt;br /&gt;They have so much hope in me! *twinkles eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; g&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t _ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love;&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/7511761040740940044-1466447646309690226?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1466447646309690226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1466447646309690226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-wait-d-i-miss-them.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-7969232472031805736</id><published>2009-10-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:59:19.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SthtMbgx9yI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_aR0PjxVyhQ/s1600-h/Friendship+doubles+and+divides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SthtMbgx9yI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_aR0PjxVyhQ/s320/Friendship+doubles+and+divides.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393180614087276322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friendships are formed unconsciously, not by asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True ones are seen through the &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt;, not the eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Keeps twitching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's a sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-7969232472031805736?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7969232472031805736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/7969232472031805736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/10/friendships-are-formed-unconsciously.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/SthtMbgx9yI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_aR0PjxVyhQ/s72-c/Friendship+doubles+and+divides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-6330798871213292542</id><published>2009-09-26T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:14:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Sr3MBDHPlgI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K9VRdHLnOaw/s320/Ms+Juny%27s+Arman.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385685047792604674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This adorable stuff, belongs t Ms Juny! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Sr3MBegTbCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/u81fX1wCo6U/s320/Image335.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385685055145471010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Sr3MB7R4wtI/AAAAAAAAAlY/c6RWr6c29m8/s320/Whee081.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385685062869631698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who of the three (Reshmi, Rajathi and Me) Arman likes the most...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME OF COURSE! :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Sr3MCX5KkyI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Y6d1qsuZcT0/s1600-h/Image342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Sr3MCX5KkyI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Y6d1qsuZcT0/s320/Image342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385685070550569762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, more of my star earstuds and hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha. I had a great day yesterday (though it was seriously LONG).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arman likes me! Whoo. He's so cuteee! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've yet t upload the rest of the photos on Facebook, soon i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta get ready for ballet now! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps. Sunny's after ballet! Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-6330798871213292542?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6330798871213292542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/6330798871213292542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-adorable-stuff-belongs-t-ms-juny-d.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/Sr3MBDHPlgI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K9VRdHLnOaw/s72-c/Ms+Juny%27s+Arman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1519725775069290232</id><published>2009-09-24T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:43:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Phobia 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; hoho, wow, zzz, AHHHHHHH! &lt;div&gt;But anyway, if you watched 4bia, you should watch this, it's pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember t bring enough "cloth" t cover yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, hated the goriness, total ew-ness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! I was aching all over after the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yaye that the prelims are over, but it doesnt mean fun yet \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh, can't wait for Os t be over, yeah. Yeah, everybody says that on their blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, i want good results too! Gahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a long break this week, i only went t school tday and i have t go for normal lessons tmr, ah, usual long day. And we're getting back some of our results tmr, im excited, and im nervous, i dont know why la, maybe because i did study this round, and i hope for better grades? Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anyway, during this long break, i did study, but i think i wasted some time too, actually not some. I watched G-force, 9, the ugly truth, whiteout, aliens in the attic and today, phobia 2. Ohgosh, yes yes, i can't believe it too. Hahah. Okay, but at least i still studied! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! I think i'm gonna get a good rest tonight, im gonna have a good sleep and from tomorrow onwards, i cannot slack at all. And it's gonna be doubles! Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im gonna have t give dance a miss tomorrow, besides, i wanna get a new leotard first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna have some "fnn elective" gathering at Ms Juny's tmr, yaye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sunny's on saturday, w her nieces of course! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah! Hari Raya seems so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling hungry now \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeyou! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1519725775069290232?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1519725775069290232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1519725775069290232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/phobia-2-was-hoho-wow-zzz-ahhhhhhh-but.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-4178975563589159430</id><published>2009-09-20T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:40:55.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IDHASLY.&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-4178975563589159430?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/feeds/4178975563589159430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/idhasly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4178975563589159430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/4178975563589159430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/idhasly.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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-7511761040740940044.post-8272375379615407515</id><published>2009-09-19T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:41:28.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SrRNFwWrgjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hwhiOCqTwfM/s1600-h/EDITTED+17092009002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383012215889297970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKK9LGC66C0/SrRNFwWrgjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hwhiOCqTwfM/s320/EDITTED+17092009002-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Every-little-girl's-dream, not :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha Graham once said "Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to paradise of the achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep. There are times of complete frustration, there are daily small deaths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's such an inspirational woman! (:&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;Anyway, im feeling i need maybe one or two days break because i have a long "week holiday" next week. Hah, because i only have to go back t school on thursday for my last prelim paper which is only 1 hour (chem and phys paper 1). Hah. So yesterday was like my second-last prelim paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to watch "the ugly truth" at causeway after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a funny show, hahah! Nope, no regrets. Quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there's ballet tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing happened last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8272375379615407515?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8272375379615407515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8272375379615407515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-little-girls-dream-not-d-martha.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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/_GKK9LGC66C0/SrRNFwWrgjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hwhiOCqTwfM/s72-c/EDITTED+17092009002-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8483048969570040448</id><published>2009-09-18T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:50:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hold back, i hold back, i hold back;&lt;div&gt;Then you walk off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i burst out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm left with nothing t say, speechless and choiceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i can understand the things that you say t me, but do you make an effort t understand the way i hope (not WANT) things t be. I thought you supported me, like my sister and even quite unbelievably, father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made serious thinkings about my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end, you just clearly do not support me, after all that i've assured you with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i know that i can't do anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe when i'm 21, i'll go out there and prove u wrong, i hate t say this, but i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe life is this unfair, maybe i really would have no future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been so negative about my future before, in this case, my passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My mother doesn't believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8483048969570040448?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8483048969570040448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8483048969570040448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hold-back-i-hold-back-i-hold-back.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-8771166244952901087</id><published>2009-09-12T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:45:24.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When can my ankles ever be strong and good?! \:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-8771166244952901087?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8771166244952901087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/8771166244952901087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-can-my-ankles-ever-be-strong-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511761040740940044.post-1480930083841388461</id><published>2009-09-11T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:27:21.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to cry over small stupid little things.&lt;div&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511761040740940044-1480930083841388461?l=w-inny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1480930083841388461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511761040740940044/posts/default/1480930083841388461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-inny.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-to-cry-over-small-stupid-little.html' title=''/><author><name>WINNY</name><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></entry></feed>
