<?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-73969360541586533</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:59:02.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's with the o_0?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8228977660330995325</id><published>2010-01-19T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:19:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UST's study breaks</title><content type='html'>i just realised i will have "super" study breaks in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-sem break: 1apr (thur) - 7apr(wed) which includes public holidays like Easter, and Good Friday; so they eat up my holidays =( that's like the equivalent of NUS's eating up my pals' CNY break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why do all Unis NOT let their students enjoy their public holidays properly? Why eat into their public hols by cramming them into the study break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the BEST THING is: i only have 2 days 18-19may to study for the finals. FINALS!!!! How to study 4 months' work in 2 days? NUS give me 1 week also not enough, UST only give me 2 days?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die le la.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8228977660330995325?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8228977660330995325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8228977660330995325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/usts-study-breaks.html' title='UST&apos;s study breaks'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5758048733855496532</id><published>2010-01-14T23:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:26:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with Gladys</title><content type='html'>Met up with Gladys to shop today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Bugis and PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped a lot, till pocket got hole, legs turn jelly (and countless visits to the toilets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But had a lot of fun with her =) She shared a lot of interesting stories with me. Haha.....  And I intro-ed her a lot of temptations to buy, which I want too but till now have not decided on them. But she has good self-discipline. Just like me, she'll consider before splurging on expensive stuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy with the sling bag I bought. After 50% off, it's only $15 and the design and quality's nice! Can't wait to use it in HK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5758048733855496532?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5758048733855496532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5758048733855496532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-with-gladys.html' title='Shopping with Gladys'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3398325506722021256</id><published>2010-01-13T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:29:20.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3398325506722021256?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3398325506722021256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3398325506722021256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-4553173820724490018</id><published>2010-01-10T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:38:39.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Period of Reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While my sisters (3, 4, 5) are reminiscing about their camps they just returned from, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reminiscing about my Langkawi trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh... school starts tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not for me! XD&lt;br /&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/73969360541586533-4553173820724490018?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4553173820724490018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4553173820724490018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-period-of-reminisce.html' title='It&apos;s the Period of Reminisce'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-7313817319591896542</id><published>2010-01-08T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:24:08.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我怀念的</title><content type='html'>i'm missing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that's normal just feels weird, but yet strangely familiar and well... normal... but strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhh.... we should have longer getaways next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-7313817319591896542?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7313817319591896542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7313817319591896542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='我怀念的'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3072778549240352474</id><published>2010-01-08T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:23:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet-up with Rebecca</title><content type='html'>Met up with Rebecca at Doby Ghaut this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Checked out the movies but there weren't interesting ones to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Spotlight and walking through the sewing/handicraft sections gave me many ideas but I'm wondering if I have the time to actually get down to doing them.&lt;br /&gt;Then Daiso, which is so utterly messy I can't stand it. It's like horror to me. I wonder how they do stock taking.&lt;br /&gt;Finally Cotton On which is having up to 50% sale! I bought 2 black shorts for $10 each. So happy with myself for this discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Central @ Clarke Quay (as usual, we got lost at the basement looking for that stupid hidden escalator) for dinner at this Jap restaurant that Reb was so excited about. I don't know its name but it's hidden behind Billy Bombers so interested parties can go search for it. We both ordered Ramen-Pork Cheek that Reb kept saying how heavenly it was and tempted me to try it though it was more expensive than the others since it occurs in limited amounts. One bite and I realised why Reb was so excited about it. The meat is so much tender and tastier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I find the soup base and the pork cheek meat rather salty and I had to drink lots of water. But the noodles itself is really nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the sweet shop, Sticky, which makes sweets using the traditional hand-made method, and so happened they were making the sweets so we stood there watched them. It was quite interesting. But they used a hell lot of sugar which freaked me out. I took a sample and hell! Damn sweet! Sticky's sweets are definitely not for me! Rebecca's loving them though, despite she's rather unhappy with her choice of flavour that she bought. Nevermind Reb! There's always a next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, we went out to sit on the steps by the river and watched the Hippo boats go by and watch people screaming their heads off as they took those crazy rides. Then a girl came and sat beside us eating a super large cone of Hokkaido ice-cream and we got tempted and went to buy a Dark Choc one. Heavenly! It was my first trying a Dark Choc ice-cream. So nice!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Home Sweet Home! Seriously, I have not recovered from the vacation. I'm still tired and lifeless. Forever yawning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3072778549240352474?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3072778549240352474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3072778549240352474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-up-with-rebecca.html' title='Meet-up with Rebecca'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5706791058943268893</id><published>2009-12-27T22:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:42:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual Year-End Project</title><content type='html'>I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew they were thinking like that all along. Now, they finally voiced it out. Or rather, one of them voiced it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just updating the Chairperson on the progress of the project, and ended up being accused for always carrying tales. Who were the ones who left the work half-done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said those things could wait. How many times have I heard them say "wait" and actually see things getting done the way it should have been done? 1 out of 50 times maybe? Or... a year later (by ME!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unfortunate times (unfortunate for them) when they are forced by the Chairperson, what do they do? &lt;em&gt;"(in whispers) huh... haix.... aiya, we just act act la, just act act like packing can alr." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even bother taking up this thankless, tiring, sweaty (and sometimes painful) job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm 犯贱. So much so that I do it yearly, totally knowing well what I was getting myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, I volunteer as the Project Manager, stupidly, but willingly. And within a month, or two at most, after the completion of The Project, all my effort will get wasted, by the dear team mates. Every year. Every year this cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year end I pack, 1-2 months later, everything's messed up. I tell them to tidy, they say "wait". And their "wait" last for a year. So now, I'm totally immune to their "wait". No. I think I do not trust their "wait" at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to pack you know! Except for your school books (multiply by 4!), I do the rest all by myself you know!!! And you all can't even help me maintain the tidyness, can't even return the things back to their original positions. And I can't even complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for a period of time, I tried very hard not to say anything to the Chairperson, to keep everything to myself. I dared not even blog for I know they'll read. I think I got very depressed that time, and it must have been quite serious for the Chairperson to have realised it and made me talk about it which I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE: I'm a person fond of carrying tales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5706791058943268893?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5706791058943268893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5706791058943268893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/annual-year-end-project.html' title='The Annual Year-End Project'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6647697088815664120</id><published>2009-12-18T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:25:29.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love OREO!</title><content type='html'>The new OREO advertisement is so cute!! The little boy is so adorable and his expressions are so comical!!! Love him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_X3KM9g3IQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_X3KM9g3IQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found other versions by chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCIaYWPZNxw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCIaYWPZNxw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDan7ClvO3Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDan7ClvO3Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love the first one the best =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6647697088815664120?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6647697088815664120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6647697088815664120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-oreo.html' title='Love OREO!'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3896965823812650543</id><published>2009-11-25T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:37:07.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怎么会这样？</title><content type='html'>虽然他经常不在，&lt;br /&gt;但是 在她们的身上，&lt;br /&gt;可以清清楚楚看到 他的身影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跟他一样喜欢收集“垃圾”&lt;br /&gt;也跟他一样喜欢把他的“垃圾"乱放&lt;br /&gt;又跟他一样不喜欢收拾&lt;br /&gt;最残的是 跟他一样讲不听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天啊。。。&lt;br /&gt;怎么会这样？&lt;br /&gt;很累的leh。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3896965823812650543?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3896965823812650543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3896965823812650543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/leh.html' title='怎么会这样？'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5923061777173111774</id><published>2009-10-21T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:11:02.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>okay feeling better today.&lt;br /&gt;sleep is good.&lt;br /&gt;skipped lecture today. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5923061777173111774?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5923061777173111774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5923061777173111774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/random_21.html' title='random'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-766465029238328206</id><published>2009-10-21T00:54:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:43:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4F therapy (shortened)</title><content type='html'>4F Therapy really works!&lt;br /&gt;Food + Friends = Fun + Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Hotpot Culture with NUS clique at Marina Square today. Love their &lt;em&gt;crispy silky tofu or smthg like that.&lt;/em&gt; Totally fun! Made fun of Jinjin as usual, and gossiped about Y-K-W and a new target: &lt;em&gt;that lab guy (shall not name irritating names)&lt;/em&gt;. And discovered something about Rachel and her Mr Keropok whom she is so determinedly mum about (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;share la! spread the joy man!&lt;/span&gt;). And a lot of randomly crappy stuff. I laughed so hard my stomach started to have cramps on the way back &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(jiaping: now i know why we had cramps the other time; n times of food multiplied by n times of laughter = indigestion = stomach pain =P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in relatively high spirits after the whole thing. My mood kinda lifted off, though still not totally. But good enough. I think I talked (tonight) more than what I have talked like the past 2 weeks or so (excluding my nagging/scolding/screaming off at my sisters 'cos that isn't really conversational).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I even bother to talk to them when they don't even bother to remember/to listen to what i say.&lt;br /&gt;Told them 1, they left 2.&lt;br /&gt;Told them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE SMALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plate, they left &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; plates.&lt;br /&gt;Told them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umpteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; times to leave the light on for me.... they do it maybe only once after mentioning 10 times?&lt;br /&gt;Told them NOT to use the orange light 'cos it uses and wastes a lot of energy, they left it on.&lt;br /&gt;Told her to try on the top, she didn't. Then how am I supposed to know if it fits. I hope she realises its so DAMN DIFFICULT to buy clothes for her that fits her and that she &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;likes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop acting like i owe you something. I'm just following what i've been taught and what &lt;strong&gt;YOU'&lt;/strong&gt;ve been taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, there are times where they nice and adorable and sweet and everything. But other times they so damn pissed me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to school and meet people that pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;then i come home and is welcomed by people that pisses me off too&lt;br /&gt;and then the next day i go back to school and meet people that pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;and then i come home and is welcomed by people that pisses me off too&lt;br /&gt;and then the next day... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. talking to them is so taxing.&lt;br /&gt;day 1: keep your books. so messy. (ok)&lt;br /&gt;day 4: keep your books can? very messy. (uh)&lt;br /&gt;day 7: why you still haven't keep your books? (ok ok i do it later)&lt;br /&gt;day 12: can you keep your books not! tell you so many times already! the whole place so messy! (orrrhhhhhhhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;day 18: NYX! GO AND KEEP YOUR BOOKS NOW! (ok later!) NO! NOW! (later!) NNNOOOWWW! (LATER CANNOT MEH? ALSO NEVER SAY I WON'T! CANNOT WAIT IS IT! [see the irony?] [then show black face, then storm off, then start banging books]) then Mummy: YOUMEI! CAN YOU STOP SHOUTING? better still when daddy comes back, youmei! can you talk to your sisters nicely! why are you always shouting at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fault again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what about &lt;u&gt;used&lt;/u&gt; tissue papers left lying around. everyone claims it's not them. so what? the tissue papers decides to every other day, fly to the toilet, turn on the tap and wet itself, and then bob back to the table and lie there waiting for me to throw it into the dustbin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is... their school worksheets can lie on the computer table for weeks, MONTHS even, unmarked. I seriously have no idea why they don't have to hand in their homework, neither do i understand why the teacher gave the homework w/o collecting them back, nor why they didn't ask my sis back for the worksheet if she did indeed collect back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If their results were fantastic, i wouldn't care less, but their results are like.... Not bad, but not good either. Like really not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very frequently, i have to repeat everything i say like 10 times and it still doesn't get to them. I have already become naggy! At the young age of 21! actually even earlier, since JC days, my classmates have been saying i can be a housewife, a nicer way of calling me auntie. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU1 YOU2 YOU3 YOU4!!! and &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; dare say i very naggy! you think i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick already. like why bother talking to them. dun tell them also like that, tell them also like that. Mummy complain her room messy, i pack, they mess up. Then she complain again, i pack again, they mess up again. Thennnnn she complain again. TO ME! MY FAULT MEH???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno how to end this entry properly. i'm so damn irritated now so i'll end it abruptly. JUST TOTALLY SPOIL MY MOOD that lasted for the few short hours that i thought will last me a few better days ahead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-766465029238328206?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/766465029238328206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/766465029238328206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/4f-therapy-turned-bad.html' title='4F therapy (shortened)'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8928707959267907240</id><published>2009-10-18T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:16:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Tell Me</title><content type='html'>sing to "Count on Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a vision for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You will believe you will believe&lt;br /&gt;He has a dream since yesterday&lt;br /&gt;He will achieve he will achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;What do I see&lt;br /&gt;Just a blanket&lt;br /&gt;White and misty&lt;br /&gt;I do not see (eee) any paths for me ahead (eadddd)&lt;br /&gt;I am so dead I am so dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tell me somebody&lt;br /&gt;Come tell me somebody&lt;br /&gt;Come tell me where my strengths lie in&lt;br /&gt;Come tell me what's my calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8928707959267907240?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8928707959267907240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8928707959267907240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/sing-to-count-on-me-you-have-vision-for.html' title='Come Tell Me'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-9092641109913239109</id><published>2009-10-18T17:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:53:52.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Falling</title><content type='html'>sing to "Keep Bleeding" by Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep falling&lt;br /&gt;Keep keep falling down&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling&lt;br /&gt;I keep keep falling down&lt;br /&gt;Keep falling&lt;br /&gt;I still keep falling down&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't see the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-9092641109913239109?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/9092641109913239109'/><link rel='self' 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Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6129077214028517574</id><published>2009-10-17T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:54:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Meridian</title><content type='html'>who are who are who are we? we are we are Meridian!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mh5knCxsMRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mh5knCxsMRo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering from miss Meridian sydrome =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6129077214028517574?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6129077214028517574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6129077214028517574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-meridian.html' title='Missing Meridian'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8984708516528561367</id><published>2009-10-17T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:55:10.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!! part 2</title><content type='html'>i just wanna strangle her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll escape to HK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8984708516528561367?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8984708516528561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8984708516528561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/argh-part-2.html' title='argh!!! part 2'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8861537819335859407</id><published>2009-10-14T22:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:55:25.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!!</title><content type='html'>Ng You Jun is so rude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just send me to HK now please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8861537819335859407?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8861537819335859407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8861537819335859407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/argh.html' title='argh!!!'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8021204442925839924</id><published>2009-10-14T22:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:56:03.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>933FM Ris Low joke</title><content type='html'>i was listening to FM933 while driving home and the 2 DJs were like cracking a joke about Ris Low. Quite lame but i found it rather amusing and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男DJ: 你知道谁是Ris Low 吗?&lt;br /&gt;女DJ: 当然知道啦! 她是...... and she went on to explain.... Miss World Singapore, credit card fraud... bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男DJ: 你对她这样骗人有什么看法?&lt;br /&gt;女DJ: ....... (i cant rmb what was said but anyway its inconsequential)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男DJ: 这个Ris Low 从参加Miss World Singapore 一开始就已经骗了大家.&lt;br /&gt;女DJ: 是吗?&lt;br /&gt;男DJ: 是啊! 她连她的名字也骗了我们. 她不是Ris Low. 她是Ris High (&lt;em&gt;Risk&lt;/em&gt; High).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my! i burst out laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch PCK interview- Ris Low style!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_C5uUVB4i8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_C5uUVB4i8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQ1R4w20924&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQ1R4w20924&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiSB90l4Krk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiSB90l4Krk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8021204442925839924?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8021204442925839924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8021204442925839924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/933fm-ris-low-joke.html' title='933FM Ris Low joke'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3599059063372324306</id><published>2009-10-14T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:56:17.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>why are my shorts getting looser when i'm not getting any thinner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3599059063372324306?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3599059063372324306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3599059063372324306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8067545195474685807</id><published>2009-10-13T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:56:32.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing it so dearly!!</title><content type='html'>I MISS 401+ 381 + 373 + 2 + 418 (or 416?) + 111 kids gathering!!!!!! all the madness is FUN FUN FUN!!! and sadly, the earliest we can POSSIBLY do that again is in dec. if 401 is tired, that means we have to wait till feb! T.T T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8067545195474685807?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8067545195474685807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8067545195474685807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-it-so-dearly.html' title='missing it so dearly!!'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-9178657207296647933</id><published>2009-10-12T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:38:07.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cakes again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cakes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479193605714626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/StXvQYmNssI/AAAAAAAAALg/oCgE0OywEw8/s320/DSC01036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolate banana again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;awfully chocolate (shan's) nicer or savoury fare (mine) nicer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't decide!&lt;br /&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/73969360541586533-9178657207296647933?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/9178657207296647933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/9178657207296647933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/cakes-again.html' title='cakes again!'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/StXvQYmNssI/AAAAAAAAALg/oCgE0OywEw8/s72-c/DSC01036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6939721204833286814</id><published>2009-10-12T22:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:05:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wished i was i an ostrich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS 1 of 3 (worth 2 SMSes long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo! So embarrassing! I wanted to vertical park, but i drove too close to e side such tt if i reverse in I'll scratch e cars along e side. So i tried to do correction but it became worse. So i had to drive all e way ahead to re-align my position N reverse back. So paiseh ok! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so i was like reversing forward and backwards QUITE a few times =S)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS 2 of 3 (also 2 SMSes worth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During e short few mins dunno from where pop up so many guys finish parking N walking past me and LOOKING &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(probably in total astonishment that i managed to pass the driving test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at me as they get to the bus stop! I think they must be laughing at me! I think i just throw e faceS of all lady drivers =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS 3 of 3 (2 SMSes worth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i purposely nua in e car, walk super slow hoping they'll get up e shuttle N just disappear but e buses today all decided to slack N so when i was reaching e bus stop i can feel a bus stop full of guys watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or sniggering at, or staring, still in shock, at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me! I just feel like burrowing into e grd! Dun dare to look up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya! I was like o.m.g. Help. Shit. Argh. Y got so many. Please stop looking. T.T dunno y 2day every1 park same area S me! Normally only me or max 1. 2day got like 3 or 4 cars park within looking distance! Then some cars got like 2 passengers... -.- N e freaking bus stop was like FULL of guys tt came fr carpark! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(-who saw my horrible parking skills!! actually not that horrible... it was a bad-parking-day. analogous to bad-hair day. do i sound like i'm making excuses?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;arrggggggghhhhhhh..... 丢脸丢到家！！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6939721204833286814?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6939721204833286814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6939721204833286814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wished-i-was-i-ostrich.html' title='i wished i was i an ostrich'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5775964754071477949</id><published>2009-10-07T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:51:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Phoebe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Phoebe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I got home from school, Mummy told me I had received a package. I was suprised. I looked at the package, yeah it's my name; turned it around, Lee Weikang. Who is Lee Weikang?!? I turned the package around again; correct what, it's my name what. Correct address too... And I turned it around &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, C. Road. Where on earth is C. Road?! Sounds very west-located. Nooo... I don't have friends living in C. Road (even though i have no idea where is that). I ran the list of my west-living NUS friends through my mind. No leh... No Lees... (actually got 1)... Hmmm... Then whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gingerly opened the package... Woah! Pink! Searched for a card. There it was! Birthday card. How this person know it's my birthday? Opened and looked straight down for the signature. Wahhh... Took me a few seconds to decipher the signature- Phoebe! And suddenly &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; makes sense to me! Hahaha. You know- the realisation came down to me like a domino effect. Just bam bam bam ding *bulb lights up*! I looked up at Mummy (she and my sisters were watching me open the package the entire time)- "Phoebe's boyfriend!" and she was like "oh." Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Phoebe! Sorry to Weikang too! Really didn't expect this! hahhaha! And thanks for the air-flown gift!!! I'm so fascinated by the malleable pencil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: my sisters are fighting with me over the book and pencil =( hahah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5775964754071477949?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5775964754071477949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5775964754071477949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-phoebe.html' title='Dear Phoebe'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2042091578720706204</id><published>2009-10-05T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:24:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X(</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never &lt;em&gt;h-a-t-e-d&lt;/em&gt; school more than I ever did than &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once in secondary school, in early Sec 4, I had so many deadlines I just wanted to fall sick and not appear in school. In the end, I managed to struggle and complete the tasks and after that, I gave myself I think about 2 days off with parent's letter; I doubt I had an MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I dreaded going to school was in junior college, Year 1. I just dreaded it all of a sudden. I took a day off, I think I had MC, probably just for some minor flu that wasn't serious but I was soooooooo reluctant to go to school that I just couldn't bother less. But I regretted it instantaneosly the very next day when I realised the amount of lecture notes and tutorial answers I had to copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm in university, I dread going to school every week. Every sunday, I wish that the next day would be saturday or some public holiday. Every week. Every sunday. I have never felt such &lt;em&gt;intense&lt;/em&gt; desire for tomorrow-is-a-holiday. (Can you feel the intensity burning right out of your screen now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lab reports are never ending. Most of the time I have no idea what is going on in the lab. And even after lab, I still have no idea what I just did and what I'm supposed to write in my report. Weekly lab reports are terrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather do those late-night tutorials that I had to struggle with back in Mj than do these weekly lab reports. I have no idea what the marking criteria is (we're supposed to know "instinctively" what to include in the reports), I have no idea what to write, and those &lt;em&gt;chimology &lt;/em&gt;theories that the seniors and my friends include in theirs, I don't understand a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how, it just gets worse. The frequency of I-wish-tomorrow's-a-holiday is increasing as the weeks go by. Already it is far greater than Year 2's. I have nothing to look forward to going to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think back, what was it that kept me going during the tougher periods back in Mj and Sjc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I need to sit down and think. But, I have a stupid long lab report to do, 2 tests coming, 1 project meeting, and my SEP application to do; and these are only for this week, not counting the later deadlines. Oh plus a new lab report to do on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had more life back in Mj you know? Isn't this sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I H-A-T-E SCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2042091578720706204?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2042091578720706204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2042091578720706204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/x.html' title='X('/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8169693951559563542</id><published>2009-09-24T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:21:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>this article is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if my dear chemist friends will like it. especially those taking solid state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Man-Made Substances that Laugh in the Face of Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_17476_7-man-made-substances-that-laugh-in-face-physics.html"&gt;http://www.cracked.com/article_17476_7-man-made-substances-that-laugh-in-face-physics.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8169693951559563542?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8169693951559563542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8169693951559563542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-article-is-interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6270950890773618088</id><published>2009-09-18T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:58:10.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, September 18 2009. Truly Malaysian?</title><content type='html'>Friday, September 18 2009. Truly Malaysian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tourism Minister wants to stake claim on popular dishes."&lt;br /&gt;"Kuala Lumpur: Malaysia is starting a food fight. Laksa, Nasi Lemak, Hainanese Chicken Rice, Chilli Crab and Bak Kut Teh are all Malaysian dishes, Tourism Minister Ng Yen Yen declared. On Wednesday, Datuk Seri Dr Ng accused other countries of "hijacking" local dishes...." Read more on The Straits Times, Friday, September 18 2009 Prime page A9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please! come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that tourists don't rmb YOU for your "famous" hainanese chicken rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not you patent these recipes then? or maybe add to your list of "hijacked" dishes satay, hokkien mee, hor fun, char kway teow, char tao kway, kway chap, rojak, popiah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真无聊!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: oh! but then again... &lt;em&gt;Hainanese&lt;/em&gt; chicken rice is not &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; malaysian, is it? It's &lt;em&gt;HAINANESE&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6270950890773618088?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6270950890773618088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6270950890773618088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-september-18-2009-truly.html' title='Friday, September 18 2009. Truly Malaysian?'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-301143308280078131</id><published>2009-09-16T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:44:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SrD5MHMPc_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/kM8MNP2Z2ms/s1600-h/IMG_6255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382075541191881714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SrD5MHMPc_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/kM8MNP2Z2ms/s320/IMG_6255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-301143308280078131?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/301143308280078131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/301143308280078131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SrD5MHMPc_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/kM8MNP2Z2ms/s72-c/IMG_6255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5600254808244492685</id><published>2009-09-16T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:42:36.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16sep09 wed horn horn HORN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;16sep09 wed horn horn HORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was filtering out from behind Taka (coming out from the carpark) into the major lane (between Taka and Meritus Mandarin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was only 1 filter lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was exiting the the lane, there was this truck right there in front waiting with its warning signals there flashing flashing flashing... obviously i couldn't drive forward in my lane or i would crash straight into the stupid truck, so i had to filter right, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..... there was oncoming traffic from behind so i couldn't filter right, so i stopped there waiting for the traffic to clear so i can change lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stupid car behind me honked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the stupid car behind this stupid car honked too, and the first stupid car behind me honked again, and soon i heard like what sounded like 3 or 4 stupid cars behind honking and honking and honking and honking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the hell is wrong with these people man? WAIT LA! there's a stupid truck right smack in my lane i cant drive ahead! and there's traffic coming from behind like CONTINUOUSLY i cant filter right. I CANT MOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i P-plate can bully me arh! think i lady driver can bully me arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like honestly i dun really blame the 2nd or 3rd car behind me cos they may not be able to see that there's this stupid truck right smack in my lane cos of the bend, but SURELY the first stupid car right behind me can see that there's this stupid truck flashing flashing flashing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID DRIVER!!! also not i purposely stop there dun move! I CANT WHAT!!! honk honk, and those stupid cars behind also. anyhow honk. i hope all of you also kena stuck there! FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5600254808244492685?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5600254808244492685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5600254808244492685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/16sep09-wed-horn-horn-horn.html' title='16sep09 wed horn horn HORN!'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3752420531792126622</id><published>2009-09-16T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:41:35.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev7oLCwD3ME&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev7oLCwD3ME&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2009/08/29/absolutely-unbelievable-friendship-between-a-man-and-38-lions.html"&gt;http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2009/08/29/absolutely-unbelievable-friendship-between-a-man-and-38-lions.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SO COOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3752420531792126622?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3752420531792126622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3752420531792126622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='=) video'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2312321428811969384</id><published>2009-08-17T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:36:27.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16aug09 National Day Rally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;16aug09 National Day Rally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; agree with PM Lee's view on the topic of &lt;em&gt;aggressive preaching&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love his "Then and Now"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2312321428811969384?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2312321428811969384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2312321428811969384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/16aug09-national-day-rally.html' title='16aug09 National Day Rally'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-7082053741517935516</id><published>2009-08-08T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:28:03.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08aug09 grumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;08aug09 grumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i organising my own birthday party? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's pushed forward to 19th sept 2009. yeah. damn super early right. who ask my family got so many october babies. not fair lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-7082053741517935516?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7082053741517935516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7082053741517935516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/08aug09-grumble.html' title='08aug09 grumble'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2856727058328601315</id><published>2009-08-05T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:49:15.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05aug09 Tennis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;05aug09 Tennis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Played tennis with Claudia, Ashley, and Ashley's friend, Desmond. Well... I didn't really play, Claudia was teaching me most of the time. Played till my arms ached and still aching (a bit). Picked up tennis balls most of the time. But at least I can serve now!! And i think not bad hahah! I think I serve better than I hit the balls. The ones I serve go straight, the ones I hit go extreme left, extreme right, and all over the place except straight. Booooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last time Claud and I "played" tennis was 2 years ago. Like damn long ago la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went back to Claud's place for shower and headed down for lunch. Then home. Then chauffered Mummy to the Mall to run errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tmr's a longer day. But it should be exciting and very filling (yes very filling for stomach and very emptying for pocket)... Till then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2856727058328601315?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2856727058328601315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2856727058328601315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/played-tennis-with-claudia-ashley-and.html' title='05aug09 Tennis!'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1805135869840630975</id><published>2009-08-03T15:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:50:12.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03aug09 mon, The Shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;03aug09 mon, The Shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early yesterday morning, I had a freaky nightmare that caused me to shout out and freaked out my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Arh. Arh. Arh! Arh!! No! Stop! Take it out now! Arh! Arh! (in dream) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (shouted out) Oh crap! I actually just shouted out in real life. Omg. So embarrassing. (I thought to myself a split second after I shouted out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"jiejie, you ok not? mummy mummy, jiejie just shouted."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I heard it but I was too tired to reply and just went back to sleep. I was lying face down, feeling extremely uncomfortable, my heart thumping very hard. I didn't dare to move. I feared I would break the needle. I could actually feel it. But then again, I know it was just a dream. I turned to my side and slowly, the sensation disappeared and I felt relieved and dozed off to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few hours later in the day, my sisters kept telling me that I gave them such a fright. Well... Sorry... I could not control it. This is the first time this has ever happened to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dream of an injection symbolizes fear or oppression. It has a meaning of a warning, and if a doctor gives you a shot in your dream, it indicates that you might be fed up with being forced to do something troublesome. &lt;a href="http://dreamfortunetelling.com/situation/injection/"&gt;http://dreamfortunetelling.com/situation/injection/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;well... it was a friend who gave me that TWO shots. in the dream she was a doctor. but in reality, she's not pursuing medicine. so claud. it's not you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To dream that you are being injected for medical reasons, indicates that you need to develop yourself on a mental and spiritual level. You are looking for an emotional uplift or need some time to heal. Alternatively, the dream may be a metaphor that you need to "inject" more energy into your walking life.&lt;br /&gt;To dream that someone is forcibly injecting you, represents your negative attitudes about a particular situation/person. It also indicates the influence of peer pressure working against you. You are recognizing that someone is forcing their negative and unwelcome views/values on you. &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/i2.htm"&gt;http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/i2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;by the way, i DO NOT, i repeat DO NOT, shout out when taking injections in real life =P&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/73969360541586533-1805135869840630975?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1805135869840630975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1805135869840630975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/early-yesterday-morning-i-had-freaky.html' title='03aug09 mon, The Shout'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8149182350775562705</id><published>2009-07-24T23:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:43:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24jul09 fri HARRY POTTER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;24JUL09 fri HARRY POTTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince today! Like &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;! Like after close to 2 weeks... It seems like not so long ago, I would have caught it with them within the first 3 days! Well... most of them did... with ----- ----------- -----. Of course! How foolish of me to have forgotten most of them have now ----- ----- ----------- ----- and going to the movies is, apparently, one of THE things ------ ------- do. sigh.... Well anyway luckily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I still have Rebecca! Wahaha! Great to meet up after sooooo long! Even more great that her boss suddenly gave her half-day leave; it's as though we had a drop of Felix Felicis!! Hahaha! So we caught the earlier movie and saved- well not much, but it's still money right?- $1.50. And I got my cauldron and wizard's hat C= C= C= ! I was so worried I won't be able to get it 'cos it's &lt;em&gt;while stocks lasts!&lt;/em&gt; and there weren't anyone purchasing the combo so i thought they ran out of stock! Felix Felicis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 6th movie isn't as exciting as i expected it to be from watching the trailers. I thought there would be a lot of exciting battle scenes. Apparently, they already incorporated all of the excitement into the trailers. =X Nevertheless, I had one good shock from &lt;em&gt;that very first&lt;/em&gt; Inferi that burst out of the dark waters. That was about the only excitement I had. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(The scene where the one of the Inferi dragged Harry deep down into the dark waters and started hugging and sort of carassing him was awful! It made me so uncomfortable and creeped out! ) &lt;/span&gt;The rest was mainly "&lt;em&gt;snogging".&lt;/em&gt; But I did really appreciate the amount of humour they put into this movie, which were to me, considerable lesser in the last 2 movies. They were really funny! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Especially Ron! when he "fell in love" with Romilda Vane... Wahahaha! And the part about Ron and Harry liking Hermoine and Ginny because they- had nice skin. LOL LOL LOL! &lt;/span&gt;Well I guess the humour could have compensated for the lack of action, but I wished there was more action and less talk, and more magic, rather than watching Draco disappearing objects in the Vanishing Cabinet for I don't know how many times.... *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they changed the story quite considerably... I don't remember The Burrow being set on fire... And they might as well not introduce Fenir Greyback and Narcissa Malfoy; they just &lt;em&gt;come out show face and do nothing&lt;/em&gt;, what's the point; devote more time for Luna &lt;em&gt;ma&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh oh oh!!! The orphanage Tom Riddle is so ccccuuuuutttttteeeeee!!!! I felt like pinching his cheeks the moment he appeared. The Hogwarts Tom Riddle, however, I thought he looked like a girl. I was half-expecting a female voice to come out when he wanted to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh one more thing! They brought Quidditch back! Finally! The past renditions of Quidditch had been pathetic, just 意思意思 &lt;em&gt;fly here fly there&lt;/em&gt; for a few seconds and that's it. At least this time, more screen time was given to a more or less proper Quidditch match =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I still enjoyed myself.... I had been waiting and waiting and waiting for this 2 and 1/2 hours... hahaha! Meet up again soon Rebecca!! We hardly talked today!! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8149182350775562705?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8149182350775562705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8149182350775562705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/24jul09-harry-potter.html' title='24jul09 fri HARRY POTTER!!'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-344959216299800060</id><published>2009-07-19T23:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:44:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19jul09 sun Butterfly &amp; the Crickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seemed not so long ago when Butterfly would often meet up with its little friends. It hardly had to organise the outings, most of the time its other little friends would do it; only once in a while when it was its turn to organise did it had to flutter around. Be it enjoying the sunset, collecting nectar, tunnelling underground, climbing trees, exploring new gardens, or just simply fluttering (or scurrying, or slithering or hopping) around the neighbourhood, it would hang out for hours with its little friends- from noon to night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the years passed, it became more and more of a task to simply meet up. Bee was forever so busy buzzing around, Grasshopper had hopped to the further green garden over somewhere, Magpie was always soaring the skies, and not to mention Mantis, Stick, Earthworm, Mouse, Moth, Hedgehog, etc etc.... In the rare event that they actually managed to organise an outing, they would meet up only when dusk falls and after mere hours, all scatter back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; only were the little excursions dying down, it found it difficult to ask its friends out too. On one occasion, it was planning, together with Robin, to meet up with Song Thrush and Hover Fly. Despite arranging it 2-3 weeks beforehand, the date had to be changed because of everyone's clashing schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yet another occasion, it wanted to catch the new concert by the popular band- the Crickets, and as it attempted to ask its friends out, it realised that one by one, they had already watched it! Magpie watched it with Sparrow, Bee with Hornet, Earthworm with Millipede. It recalled when they used to watch it together, but now that they had ----- ----- ----------- -----, it was another story.... It also asked Frog, Spider and Beetle, but alas! they could not spare the time. Later, it found out that Mouse watched with its other furry little creatures and even Moth had caught it with the other moths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pity its own butterfly mates were never fans of the Crickets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-344959216299800060?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/344959216299800060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/344959216299800060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/19jul09-sun-butterfly-crickets.html' title='19jul09 sun Butterfly &amp; the Crickets'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5318162468430437392</id><published>2009-07-06T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:52:44.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07jul09 Mon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;07jul09 Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blog for an entire month!!! But there's nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5318162468430437392?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5318162468430437392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5318162468430437392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/07jul09-mon.html' title='07jul09 Mon'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-4711690050509452817</id><published>2009-06-06T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:31:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 June 2009 Saturday h.e.l.p.n.e.e.d.e.d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhhheeeeeeeeelllllllllpppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;no prog to watch. nth interesting to surf. nth to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have loads on my mind. confused. lost. see my grades and i think my future looks bleak. ask me what's my goal or purpose in life, my future looks &lt;i&gt;even&lt;/i&gt; bleaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at my friends, i see teachers in them, i see doctors, lawyers, accountants, physiotherapists, pharmacists, chemists, businesswomen/men..... i see they see a future in themselves... what do i see in myself? n.o.t.h.i.n.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you askED me, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" i.d.u.n.n.o&lt;br /&gt;20 years later you ask me, "what do you want to do after you graduate?" i.s.t.i.l.l.d.u.n.n.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why... why do i not have a goal in life? what have i been living my past 20 years for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-4711690050509452817?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4711690050509452817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4711690050509452817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-june-2009-saturday-h.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-9077711269788789012</id><published>2009-05-17T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:52:07.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;17may09 sunday &lt;strong&gt;104/112 clique outing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning: tuition. Claire scored 80 marks for her maths paper!! Wahahaha!!! Great relief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon: met up with Cindy Wenqi Liyana Ashley Weilun Kokboon Roger. played board games at Princep Minds Cafe. i had lunch there too. ex leh. felt the pinch the whole time there. and i kept losing. i can't play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night: dinner at Plaza Singapura. Pasta Mania. then home. Cindy and I were talking to Kokboon and Roger about Uni stuff and attending camps and halls and taking the correct modules bla bla bla on the way home... they appeared stressed after that haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-9077711269788789012?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/9077711269788789012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/9077711269788789012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/17may09-sunday-104112-clique-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1083224664721749406</id><published>2009-05-14T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:55:07.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;14may09, thur. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special Sem day 2 - Lab day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i smell of ether. smelly smelly. ether. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday. while doing column chromatography with that &lt;em&gt;deadly&lt;/em&gt; silica gel, i kept thinking to myself. oh my, i'm gonna die... i'm gonna die... i'm gonna die... die of lung cancer, die of heart disease, die of i don't what that light-weighted powdery silica gel thingy will cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then today? i kept feeling that my nose will rot. cause almost everyone was at that stage of normal-filtering and suction-filtering their crude product and recrystallising it to obtain the pure product and suction-filter it again. So the air in the lab was floating with many many many minuscule particles which irritated my nose really really badly. i kept sneezing, even all the way home. irritating. till now, my nose still feels itchy and sneezy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1083224664721749406?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1083224664721749406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1083224664721749406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/14may09-thur.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8753008358534460925</id><published>2009-05-13T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:18:47.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;13may09, wed.&lt;strong&gt; Special Sem day 1-Lab day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i smell like ferrocene. smelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i smell like ethyl acetate-hexane, 1:9, v/v. smelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i smell like the compound the other 1/3 of the lab was using/synthesizing in don't know which experiment. smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;smelly smelly smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can't believe this is how i'm going to spend my holidays. but 是我自找的。=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;smsed jiaping at HF station:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one NEL personnel just told me to stop drinking. But i was drinking PLAIN WATER from my water bottle -.- was dying of thirst after 8 hours of lab &lt;/span&gt;(the banana milkshake i had during dinner with esther failed to quench my thirst at all)&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe he was hallucinating that i drank some sticky syrup and i would &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;be so bo liao as to&lt;/span&gt; spill over HF station -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jiaping:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;slap him upside down and tell him go a** d**. Plain water only leh! Then all the babies will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which i agree so much! what if an infant cries for milk along the train journey? besides, i wasn't even inside the train yet. i was just at walking down the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;plain water only leh! from my own water bottle leh! it's not like i'm drinking from those take-away plastic bags and dripping water all over the place. Crazy man! it's just PLAIN WATER! PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER! it's just PLAIN WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back at the mall, saw Superman and Supergirl (no not wonderwoman) giving out flyers. Apparently no one dared to take them. Hahaha! Hilarious! Should have taken photos. Will try to rmb tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haix... Tmr's Grignard synthesis. Again. Why? We did it in Year 2 already what.... Gonna smell &lt;em&gt;heavenly&lt;/em&gt; again tmr......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8753008358534460925?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8753008358534460925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8753008358534460925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/13may09-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1106224928077689363</id><published>2009-04-30T22:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:18:01.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30apr09, thur. Aesthetics Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;30apr09, thur. &lt;strong&gt;Aesthetics Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last paper to gggooo!! whoo hoo!! 5 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i attented chij sjc's first combined performing arts concert (choir, guitar, angklung, concert band, modern dance, indian dance, centrestage, handbell) at the Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts after my CM2111 Inorganic Chemistry paper with Hui and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134439781617554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/Sfv-hwUIz5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9AxdRMopZAs/s400/IMG_2849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134447267006370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/Sfv-iMMyx6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/1jUpRjx3sRY/s400/IMG_2852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134450686999554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/Sfv-iY8LvAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/F-Q5GuMpVac/s400/IMG_2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pardon me for looking chui. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;itz like that after just finishing a paper with several sleepless nights and early mornings =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angklung is good! I never knew those seemingly 不起眼的 wooden instruments can produce such nice music. the girls who played the drums were good. they built up the entire atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choir has made improvements too. Love their "Snow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Modern Dance is nice too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with many of my teachers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking at the video the IT club played brought back many memories, especially the scene they filmed the choir practice room. Hasn't changed one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we had an uninvited guest: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331136059771456194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SfwAADP0CsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4R73ndofuY8/s400/IMG_2864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never seen such a large one before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331136864474691810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SfwAu5AA-OI/AAAAAAAAALI/23pOQcDD428/s400/IMG_2859+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never knew grasshoppers could fly. i thot grass&lt;em&gt;hoppers&lt;/em&gt; only &lt;em&gt;hop&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. it flew all round the living room freaking me out. lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1106224928077689363?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1106224928077689363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1106224928077689363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-last-paper-to-gggooo-whoo-hoo-5.html' title='30apr09, thur. Aesthetics Night'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/Sfv-hwUIz5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9AxdRMopZAs/s72-c/IMG_2849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-4414450036068848435</id><published>2009-04-26T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:19:49.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26apr09, sun, Star Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm a little disappointed with this year's star awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First and foremost, why is Dai Yang Tian not in the top 20?!? and then how can Henry Thia be in the top 20 &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; in the top 10?!?!?!? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ATROCIOUS&lt;/span&gt;!! I don't see how Henry Thia is hotter and more popular than Dai Yang Tian! HOW CAN HENRY THIA BE IN THE TOP 10? WAS THERE A TYPO ERROR IN THE RESULT SLIP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even if we do not consider DYT, what about Zhang Yao Dong? I think he deserves a place in the top 10 way more than &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;henry thia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly, though DYT grabbed the Best Newcomer and i should be happy, i would prefer Paige Chua (蔡琪慧) to have it cos she acted really well in the shows that she acted in. And she was more natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In addition, I was voting for Lin Mei Jiao to get the Best Supporting Actress but Xiang Yun got it. But I was delighted when Huang Hui was also awarded the award. YAY! Her role as Ah-Tao is definitely good. So likeable. I used to dislike her, but now i like her. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was also hoping Tay Ping Hui to grab the Best Lead Actor, but to my disappointment Chen Han Wei got it. Wahhhhhh...... whyyyyy..... Tay Ping Hui acted so bad so well in The Golden Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And not to forget Jeanette Aw, I was hoping she would be awarded Best Lead Actress but I don't mind Joanne Peh getting it too. Her reaction was so adorable. Cute =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah well.... back to mugging &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i still can't accept henry thia's in the top 10. how? impossible!)...&lt;/span&gt; Tmr's the first paper. All the best! Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-4414450036068848435?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4414450036068848435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4414450036068848435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/26apr09-sun-star-awards-2009.html' title='26apr09, sun, Star Awards 2009'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3176600636769340363</id><published>2009-04-23T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:53:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Jiaping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reply to Jiaping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you edit your posts? returned to find them shortened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... yeah... we've failed to study tgt from primary school since yeah primary school all because of my *irritating-but-also-not-irritating* primary school.... but NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO.... we WILL succeed to study tgt finally....... we must have faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... errr... it's prob just a dream? i dont think dreams will translate into reality, at least mine doesn't. ya... itz scary!!! we must believe IT IS NOT TRUE NOT TRUE!!!! NOT TRUE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3176600636769340363?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3176600636769340363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3176600636769340363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/reply-to-jiaping-why-you-edit-your.html' title='Reply to Jiaping'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2519291186789926040</id><published>2009-04-22T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:17:55.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jin Jin's CM2142 Analytical Chemistry Tuition Class / CM2142 Overdose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jin Jin's CM2142 Analytical Chemistry Tuition Class / CM2142 Overdose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 3rd sesssion of Jin Jin's CM2142 tutition class. Monday was 2nd. Ist was just before mid-term test. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: ZJ, PK, WW, A, and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a lot today. At least i know my lecture notes and textbook better now (itz open book exam) and attempted some textbook examples and past year papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had an overdose of Anac today. Essentially, i was switched off the moment we watched Youtube (at Zj's suggestion- WangCaiHua and BaiYun- damn hilarious la! esp the modified advertisements!) on Jin Jin's new super glossy laptop *Clarissa!* after PK and A left. then we headed to Bukit Batok for dinner and returned to continue our conquest of Chromatography. I was lagging behind JJ, ZJ and WW all the way after dinner la. I stare at the question, the question stare back at me (as quoted from ZJ). luckily the 2 guys were patient enough to explain things to me. after 2 questions or so, we ended the tuition and phew! it was a relief man! i was seriously too overwhelmed by Anac already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fruitful day. Finally grasp some Anac concepts. yay! Thanks Jin Hua!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2519291186789926040?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2519291186789926040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2519291186789926040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/jin-jins-cm2142-analytical-chemistry.html' title='Jin Jin&apos;s CM2142 Analytical Chemistry Tuition Class / CM2142 Overdose'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8180503529913700567</id><published>2009-04-17T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:08:26.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kboxing-cum-dinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post-test-pre-exam-relax session.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Kbox and dinner at Clementi&lt;br /&gt;Who: YN, CK, JH, ZJ, PK, WW, A, and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun!!! Can't wait for exams to be over! think itz becos of the stress due to the upcoming exams, we weren't as high as the last time we went Kara-ok-ing, but nevertheless it was good for me, to relax for the time being and get recharged before i start supersaturating myself for the whole of the next 2-3 weeks. had been rushing deadlines and mugging for tests, i feel so worn out and lifeless and super duper tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was definitely a GOOD time away from academics! yay yay! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8180503529913700567?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8180503529913700567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8180503529913700567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/kboxing-cum-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3558364838691055572</id><published>2009-04-17T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:59:25.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16 April 2009, Thursday. Concept Map Wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that horrendous concept map below? i got some links wrong!! *horrors* O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof TCS was going through some questions that students emailed him and one asked him about polarizable electrodes and non-polarizable electrodes which were to be included in the concept map and as he was explaining i realised that i linked wrongly. WHY DIDN'T HE GO THRU THESE QUESTIONS B4 THE DEADLINE OF THE SUBMISSION?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and itz tough tuitioning kids who don't have 上进心. i want to vomit blood already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach the same old kind of questions like a hundred times already&lt;br /&gt;teach the same of old kind of methods like a thousand times already&lt;br /&gt;repeated the same words like a million times already i think i've become like a million times more auntie than the auntie i now already am&lt;br /&gt;she do the questions also want to die already also sian already but she still does them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz weird you know. when she does it alone, they'll be wrong. but when she does the corrections, with me by her side BUT WITHOUT ME HELPING, she gets them correct. WHY WHY WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3558364838691055572?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3558364838691055572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3558364838691055572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/16-april-2009-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-4319383382886283507</id><published>2009-04-11T22:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:39:32.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11apr09 sat partll 2142 concept map</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11April09, Sat. 2142 Concept Map&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha i finally finished my CM2142 Analytical Chemistry concept map worth 10%!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323450041471238610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SeCxm51ugdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/12In71IPfvQ/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SeCxm51ugdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/12In71IPfvQ/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-7724470295066078499</id><published>2009-04-11T13:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:39:58.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11apr09 sat kevin cheng</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry i can't help but post this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323318897926378034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SeA6VWEGkjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aawX6RhL7qs/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;wahahahhahaahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-7724470295066078499?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7724470295066078499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7724470295066078499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-i-cant-help-but-post-this.html' title='11apr09 sat kevin cheng'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SeA6VWEGkjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aawX6RhL7qs/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6964460131408966262</id><published>2009-04-06T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:08:41.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06apr09 mon partll kevin cheng</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didn't know Kevin Cheng is 39 years old!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he definitely doesn't look that old!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodnesss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6964460131408966262?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6964460131408966262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6964460131408966262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/06apr09-mon-partll.html' title='06apr09 mon partll kevin cheng'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1562908551462788912</id><published>2009-04-03T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:35:16.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03apr09 fri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;down down down down =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1562908551462788912?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1562908551462788912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1562908551462788912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/down-down-down-down.html' title='03apr09 fri'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2119367855998307244</id><published>2009-04-02T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:26:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01apr09 wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;01apr09 wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so freaking tired. can i not go to school tmr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2119367855998307244?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2119367855998307244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2119367855998307244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/01apr09-wed.html' title='01apr09 wed'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6168525276885478389</id><published>2009-03-25T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:05:20.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25mar09 wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know when you visit my blog here, there will be background music right? Can you all tell me if the music plays smoothly like -twinkle twinkle little star- or in bits and pieces like -twink (pause) le (pause) twinkle li (pause) ttle s(pause) tar-? or does it even play? Does anyone know how to correct that? tell me please!! itz irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have an announcement to make! I'll be &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;getting a facebook account. Not that I want to, but my Marketing project group mates have been bugging me to get it. I guess I cant escape from it already. Just not worth it to get a bad peer review over a facebook account man. =X So add me ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me wrt the music please! Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6168525276885478389?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6168525276885478389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6168525276885478389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/25mar09.html' title='25mar09 wed'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1011780329886787543</id><published>2009-03-18T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:21:01.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12mar09 wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;today is a tiring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my free day&lt;br /&gt;but i had to wake at 6am&lt;br /&gt;rush down to school by 9am&lt;br /&gt;only to find out the shop's not opened and the owner came only at 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;the group discussed with him for about 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;continued with the group alone&lt;br /&gt;did the minutes till 1++&lt;br /&gt;then attempted to do GEM1008 critique till abt 3&lt;br /&gt;had a bad bad headache&lt;br /&gt;packed lunch from canteen&lt;br /&gt;then ate and did my SEP research simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;continued my critique&lt;br /&gt;after the entire day, i only managed to come up with the intro. 100 ++ words. when i need a 600-700 word essay. -.- by this friday. I HAVE NO TIME. today no more time.tmr lagi no time. got tuition at nightttttttttt........&lt;br /&gt;played badminton with Angelina and her sister at 5pm&lt;br /&gt;then 6.30pm went to the gym THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I EVER STEPPED INTO A GYM i felt so out of place and angelina had to teach me how to use the machines haha but good workout man i feel healthy&lt;br /&gt;then bathe eat and come home for another meeting online 10pm but luckily postponed HAHAHAHA YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;still having a bad headache&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping an average of 4-5 hours for past few days&lt;br /&gt;5 hours may be fine with some of you guys but for me i need at least 10 hours of sleep daily hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok back to critique-ing -o-&lt;br /&gt;predict i will sleep less than 5 hours again -o-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1011780329886787543?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1011780329886787543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1011780329886787543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/12mar09-wed.html' title='12mar09 wed'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2118225969395772359</id><published>2009-03-14T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:30:59.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14mar09 sat</title><content type='html'>i love Kevin Cheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his voice is so charming! isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2118225969395772359?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2118225969395772359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2118225969395772359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/14mar09-sat.html' title='14mar09 sat'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-4137762771367354473</id><published>2009-03-14T01:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:31:28.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13mar09 fri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13mar09 fri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today, what can i say, is both good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i woke up feeling alright, but became irritated soon after upon realisation that No. 3 did something really irritating. Small matter, but annoying nevertheless. It annoyed me the entire day. This was already a bad start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then next, it was CM2132 Physical Chemistry tutorial. (&gt;!!!) Haix... i shall not elaborate. i know, you know, can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After which, i went to the library to use the computer for about 20min, then rush to the canteen, joined the ultra-long queue, and gulped my duck rice lunch down in another 20-30min, rushed to take the shuttle bus to CELC for the boring 3-hour long seminar class. (it was a mad rush!) But at least i learnt smthg abt the Schrodinger's cat, thanks to Yin Ngai, and got the explanation for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; tutorial question, during the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Backtracking to the lunch period; it was MIRACULOUS! It seemed like a scene in those HK dramas. after i bought my lunch, i made (rushed) my way to the booth outside LT26, made the donation and signed. There, just above my name! There! I was happy! Such a coincidence! So near yet so far. we were both there. but we just didn't see each other. Although i've stopped feeling race cars racing in my heart and the butterflies stopped fluttering in my stomach, i get happy when we meet (though that happened only once). Does that mean i have not got over it? Help 05s104 girls!! How......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then rushed for TR2202 Entrepeunerial Marketing project meeting. It was fruitful and interesting. Haha, Gladys and Nic were hilarious as they related their experiences at certain eating cafes. Nic even did a role play! Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(new) oh ya, but i was labelled as an auntie again. We were discussing about our marketing and publicity materials and Gladys and I were like ouch-- people will throw them away, and they're so ex, so we were like feeling the pinch, and Nic commented that's such an auntie attitude. Sad sia. the last time i was described as an auntie was about a year ago? sad... some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, studied together and had dinner tgt with Angelina till late. I confided in her about how i've been feeling guilty and bla bla bla... because i seem to be lengthening my *******-list uncontrollably. at every stage of my life, right from primary school, i have always had AT LEAST one that i *******.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am so guilty. i need to seriously check myself. but Angelina consoled me saying it's natural. but i still can't help feeling bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i asked if i was oversensitive and related 2 experiences (the person-got-annoyed one and the lame-comments one) to her... till now, i have not reached a conclusion. arghhh..... bad bad bad me.............................................................................................. i need to check myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-4137762771367354473?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4137762771367354473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/4137762771367354473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/13mar09-fri.html' title='13mar09 fri'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-773437146074173691</id><published>2009-03-12T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:15:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12mar09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;how should i say&lt;br /&gt;what should i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to check myself&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;it's irritating,&lt;br /&gt;and lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will try to control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-773437146074173691?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/773437146074173691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/773437146074173691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-should-i-say-what-should-i-say-i.html' title='12mar09'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-761640466218123492</id><published>2009-03-04T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:16:03.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04mar09 wed 2142help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT PALS&lt;/span&gt; at NUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Angelina, ZhenJian, and most most most important, JinHua!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-761640466218123492?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/761640466218123492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/761640466218123492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/04mar09-wed-2142help.html' title='04mar09 wed 2142help'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8984639064272474257</id><published>2009-02-26T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:55:32.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26feb09 thur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;钱, 真的很难赚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就连只是给小妹妹补习也。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307126807945999394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SaaztqWS9CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/039PSGhmZSc/s400/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;我被她的妹妹欺负了！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;我也太烂了吧。。。　只是赚他们区区几百块也可以这样。。。　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我要赔偿！没有啦，开玩笑的啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't know why, i just can't bring myself to be fierce with them, in fact, any non-family member, unless that person is really really really really annoying. but then, i can be really hot and loud with my sisters and blow my top at them easily... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wahhh... i gotta be firm with her/them man... or they'll climb all over me during tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8984639064272474257?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8984639064272474257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8984639064272474257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/26feb09-thur.html' title='26feb09 thur'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SaaztqWS9CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/039PSGhmZSc/s72-c/DSC00799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6438726277006155637</id><published>2009-02-25T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:34:31.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25feb09 wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the bright side: scientists test 'happy' gene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AFP - Wednesday, February 25&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PARIS (AFP) - - Whether you see life as a glass half-empty or half-full may depend on a single, hormone-delivery gene, scientists in Britain reported Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks, in other words, are likely hard-wired for happiness while others are genetically gluttons for gloom, they suggested in a study published in Britain's Proceedings of the Royal Society B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier research had already established that the gene known as 5-HTTLPR plays a key role in determining how the neurotransmitter serotonin functions within the brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serotonin, a hormone, transmits chemical messages between nerve cells, and has been closely linked to mood. Several anti-depressant drugs regulate serotonin levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists had also identified three variants of the gene. Two so-called "short" alleles, or variants, were linked to a higher risk of depression and suicide attempts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the third "long" allele, they were also thought to trigger an exaggerated neurochemical response to stressful situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trio of researchers from the University of Essex in Britain led by Elaine Fox decided to find out if people with different variants were more or less drawn to or repelled by both distressing and pleasing situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individually, 97 participants were shown a series of slides, each containing a pair of images drawn from a psychological tool called the International Affective Picture Set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images were divided into three categories: negative ones designed to inspire fear or stress such as a menacing spider or person on the verge of committing suicide, erotic or pleasant ones, and neutral ones. The two pictures on each slide were drawn from different groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 16 participants who had the long variant of the 5-HTTLPR gene "showed a marked avoidance of negative material alongside a vigilance for positive material," the researchers found.&lt;br /&gt;They paid close attention to the pretty pictures, in other words, and screened out the frightening ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By contrast, the short allele groups showed opposite preferences, though not as strongly.&lt;br /&gt;"The results indicated that a genetically-driven tendency to look on the bright side of life is a core cognitive mechanism underlying resilience to general life stress," the study concludes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of this "protective bias", they said, was probably linked to a greater vulnerability to mood disorders and anxiety, as indicated in earlier studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i think i have the short allele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090225/tts-health-psychology-disease-depression-c1b2fc3.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090225/tts-health-psychology-disease-depression-c1b2fc3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6438726277006155637?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6438726277006155637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6438726277006155637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-bright-side-scientists-test-happy.html' title='25feb09 wed'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5302394676714521663</id><published>2009-02-24T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:10:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24feb09 lab report nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had a lab report nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of huge red crosses all over my lab reports&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of huge red circles all over my lab reports&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of Cs and Ds on my lab reports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggggggggghhhhhhhhh T.T T.T T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream still sends shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;and i'm doing my 2111 one now =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5302394676714521663?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5302394676714521663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5302394676714521663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-lab-report-nightmare-i-dreamt-of.html' title='24feb09 lab report nightmare'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5202750015867959275</id><published>2009-02-08T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:08:02.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08feb09 sun 4Igathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kiyoko invited us over to her place for a 4 Integrity class gathering tonight. It was great. I have never been immersed in such a large turnout of an all-girls-gathering ever since we graduated &lt;em&gt;(horror!)&lt;/em&gt; 5 years ago! (except for Kiyoko's brother who was our chef and cameraman for the night) Even though we still had regular gatherings every now and then but the turnout were mostly 1/4. Tonight, it was 1/2! The function room was packed and you should have heard us, we were so noisy and all the laughing and giggling and cam-horing. I miss these times. Haven't heard much girl-laughter for a long long time... It gives me a sense of nostalgia.. I've been feeling nostalgic lately. First it was MJC, now it's SJC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The food was good. I like the spaghetti and potato and that deep fried triangular curry potato thingy that people continuously mis-pronounced it as &lt;em&gt;mimosa&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. Until now, I have no idea what it's called.. Something-mo-sa. Whatever. And there was a healthy choice of fruits too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone looked different all dressed up and make-up and not to forget the super-in-thing now; false eyelashes!  I pale in comparison beside them. Oh and Kiyoko's new hairstyle is so wow! So puff! Everyone was targetting her hair. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also found out that I have more supporters in &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; having a facebook account! Haha! Yay! I'm not alone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mrs Lim brought with her our all-time-fave, her home-baked brownies!!! to go with Kiyoko's ice-cream! Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We took lots of photos, with some especially nice ones by the pool, but it'll take me a long while to get the photos simply because I don't have a facebook account. =P It was so fun! Towards the end, we played "I Never" to help finish the food. Well... I learned a lot about my ex-classmates during this session, things that I never ever knew in my 2-4 years of classmate-ship with them. With some very interesting and hilarious stuff. Like simply hilarious! As well as all-girls topics which probably made the only guy around feel a little uneasy? Haha.. no idea. Arhhh.... Never felt so at ease talking about all-girls topics for a very long time.. It's like you can talk and laugh and joke about anything-girl under the sun, something that I couldn't experience to the fullest in JC or Uni, even when I'm hanging out with my girl-clique, there's still something missing, something different when you do the exact same thing with your 2-4 years of all-girls classmates. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love Secondary 4 Integrity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5202750015867959275?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5202750015867959275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5202750015867959275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/08feb09-sun-4igathering.html' title='08feb09 sun 4Igathering'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-7982010158899144417</id><published>2009-02-06T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:57:25.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06feb09 fri imissmjc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;UPDATED 07feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was walking down to the MRT station this morning when I saw this huge hoarde of students running from the bus stop towards the station. They were running and carrying placards. From afar, I saw something hugely familiar. That &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;characteristic blue shorts&lt;/span&gt;. But this is already what week of school and they are still having orientation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Upon closer look, I saw "Fortitude". What does that mean? Below it, I saw NJC. Huh? How can it be? What are they doing &lt;em&gt;all the way&lt;/em&gt; here? (plus, I didn't know NJC's PE shorts were &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;) Soon, I saw "Meridian" on the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;characteristic blue shorts&lt;/span&gt;. Oh! It's really them! How great! I soon felt a surge of emotions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Meridian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Orientation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Alhena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss all the cheering and running and playing and laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Claudia, Cindy, Phoebe, Liyana, Wenqi, Peimin, Shirlynn, Weiqi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss days we had Ya Kun tgt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss days we ordered Canadian Pizza &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(7 Feb 09, 19:06 claudia: hahaha it was new york pizza to be precise.. I MISS MJCCCCC!)&lt;/span&gt; and attempted to split it equally by measuring angles (i dunno why we had to measure angles since, if i didn't rmb wrongly, the pizzas were &lt;em&gt;square&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss gossiping after school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss running on the track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss playing badminton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss talking about who and who's crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss helping who and who avoid who and who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss 4-of-a-kind bags we got from Bugis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Mr Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Mr K Quek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Mr Patrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Mrs Loh (who always stressed she's not Mrs &lt;em&gt;Low &lt;/em&gt;and threatened to minus marks if we spelt wrongly the next time. hahahha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Miss Liu (and her by default chem notes on the table)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss front-row-and-back-row-people-thingy (it's always good to be the middle-row-people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss times we packed food from the canteen to eat in class during recess while doing work and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we got when Miss Lai declared that the stall vendors shall not sell packed food to students because they had been littering the classrooms. i swear it wasn't us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss "Vision to be the Best"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seeing them got me all high and excited for day until I had to go for my boring GEM module....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-7982010158899144417?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7982010158899144417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7982010158899144417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/06feb09.html' title='06feb09 fri imissmjc'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-7905348161529456914</id><published>2009-02-01T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:44:58.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01feb09</title><content type='html'>oh my! NUS changed the outlook of its website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well... it's a good thing, something different... but i could not find the link to my NUS email account! In the past it was just there. Prominently at the bottom. I searched the page, click this click that but still, I couldn't find it. Just as I was about to use the search engine, I saw it there. A small inconspicuous link right at the top. Haix... Well... Nvm cos I like the new look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-7905348161529456914?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7905348161529456914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7905348161529456914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/01feb09.html' title='01feb09'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8418732477981869196</id><published>2009-01-29T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:29:48.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29jan09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm still in the Chinese New Year mood! i don't want to go back to school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess what... i couldn't wake up in the morn for school, and only to find out that my friends experienced that too! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Physical chem lecture was noisy today, only because of the choice (unfortunate) of seats. I &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;understand what Adrian and Cheekeong meant by SN1, SN2 and SN2'. They are really super noisy 1, 2 and 3. They really talk non-stop. Like non-stop. To think we actually came from the same college. I have never in those 2 years seen them before.. hahah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8418732477981869196?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8418732477981869196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8418732477981869196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/29jan2009.html' title='29jan09'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6075069717386646647</id><published>2009-01-15T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:29:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15jan09 thur partll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm so screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm in deep shit&lt;br /&gt;i'm in grave danger of great disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to graduate with a second upper with my lousy grades!!! i tried to work out what i need to get and the grades are like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared stressed scared stressed scared stressedscaredstressedscaredstressed.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6075069717386646647?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6075069717386646647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6075069717386646647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/15jan09-thur-partll.html' title='15jan09 thur partll'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5965338292640236166</id><published>2009-01-15T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:21:46.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15jan09 thur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i'm starting to like Dr Chipmunk. His lecture was rather interesting today. He's one funny guy la. Amusing. It's the things he does and say. Funny person. But i still have difficulty deciphering what he says in his high-pitched ang-moh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i oh-so-hate analytical chemistry. it's not chemistry! it's statistics! and i thought the nightmare was over after MA1421 3 sems ago =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5965338292640236166?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5965338292640236166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5965338292640236166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/15jan09-thur.html' title='15jan09 thur'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-363666116274693882</id><published>2009-01-13T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:22:28.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13jan09 tue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;woke up super early only to find out the sinseh closed his clinic today when ma-ma and i reached there. sian....... came home and i slept all the way before leaving for TR2201 lecture (6-9pm: sucky timeslot) it's not bad. i think i'm looking forward to the next session. but at the same time, i'm a little fearful. the lecturer gave us reasons why we should drop the module.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 projects, 1 exam&lt;br /&gt;- very highly activity based&lt;br /&gt;- intensive&lt;br /&gt;- time-consuming&lt;br /&gt;- no-go for loners/people-shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- have to be thick-skinned, bla bla bla... i cant rmb... i'm worried about the time, activity and intensity factors... but i wanna know more about entrepreneurial marketing as well. the lecturer gives me the feeling that he's gonna conduct the module as similar to the real outside world as possible, with much hands-on and practical approach, as opposed to typical theory-kind of lectures, the former which i feel is beneficial to me, yet challenging and scary for me because all these years, i never left the theory-classroom kind of learning environment. i'm wary of stepping out of my comfort zone. hopefully, this module can give me a little insight to the challenges of being an entreprenuer and doing business...we'll see how....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, i enjoyed much of today's lecture excusing the fact the he's rather lor-sor and keeps telling stories. telling stories is good. it makes the lecture more interesting. but telling soooooooo many.... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- it's okay to make mistakes, but make new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- don't stifle or reject ideas, even if they are not possible, let them go ahead to discover for themselves how impossible it is, only then will they be convinced and not regretted. But be encourage to find ways to overcome the problem and modify the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-363666116274693882?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/363666116274693882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/363666116274693882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/woke-up-super-early-only-to-find-out.html' title='13jan09 tue'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2632962978751954176</id><published>2009-01-12T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:24:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12jan09 mon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today's the first day of the new school term. i was expecting a slack slack day, just as the past 3 semesters had been. but to my surprise and disappointment, the lecturers went straight into teaching. i even slept in the lectures which i thought, yesterday, that i would not. Sigh.... work's certainly getting tougher, and i certainly have to pull my socks up a lot....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh my... one of my chem lecturers is like.... AT..... i can't understand his high-pitched ang-moh at all... for the past 2 semesters, i had to spend 50% of my energy trying to decipher what the AT lecturers were saying, and there remained only 50% to understand what they were teaching, excluding the fact i need energy to stay awake. i think this sem, i have to spend like 80% of my energy to decipher what this high-pitched AT is saying, and that leaves me with less than 20% to understand what he is teaching. i heard singular-rotation when he said pseudo-rotation. a lot of difference you know! it took me a few minutes to realise what he was saying, and it was my friend who told me that. how to survive the module like that? firstly, some ATs cant really articulate fluently, then there's their accents, and then here comes one with the former two plus high-pitched. oh my..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i have to work really hard this sem... utilise more of my textbooks... get better grades for my core! arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2632962978751954176?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2632962978751954176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2632962978751954176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-first-day-of-new-school-term.html' title='12jan09 mon'/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3439145373655270145</id><published>2009-01-12T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:38:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, we had lunch at a vegetarian restaurant around Kovan/Hillside Drive for a very special occasion. The food was not bad butthe service and attitude of the crew weren't satisfactory. They failed to top up our tea when our glasses were empty, they ignored Mummy's request (how dare they!), and they rushed to serve the dessert before we were even done with the dishes. This supposedly joyous celebration is so dampened by their attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suppose I have to be fair to them. We reached the restaurant at about 2.15pm, and the last order was to be at 2.45pm. If not for us, they could have finished work and gone home. But still, we're paying customers and your restaurant's not closed yet. Besides, we were not the last customers too. In any case, their service is bad, and affected our mood for the day to a certain extent. I certainly hope we do not patronise them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3439145373655270145?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3439145373655270145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3439145373655270145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-we-had-lunch-at-vegetarian.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2910617539763321607</id><published>2009-01-10T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:20:37.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday, i had steamboat dinner with my NUS clique around Bugis area. you know that whole stretch of road filled with steamboat stalls behind Bugis Junction? yinngai, jinhua, mark, yongcong, angelina, cheekeong, zhenjian, adrian and rachel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the gathering was mainly a farewell for adrian who's gg on SEP really soon and sort of a belated celebration for his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was a fun and comedy filled night contributed largely by our all-time-favourite-target JIN JIN! hahah.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;highlights of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- $8 jug of freeeeeeeeeeee lemon juice greatly enjoyed by jin jin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- 还要来, 还要吃。。。。什么？ 记得吃！不要吃, 不好吃。。。hahaha。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- infectious and on-schedule 大屎大使 lol。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289684309838864642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SWi72pXnIQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cihD9d84XIo/s320/n675058593_1894582_8819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289684309605899746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SWi72ogEXeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eNlYyFH2xBQ/s320/n675058593_1894581_8555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did a mini-shopping with angelina for her friend's birthday gift. saw quite a few nice pendants at Perlini's Silver. we decided to get that small purple square pendant. it was nice! small with an air of elegance, simple yet sweet. i thought it looked beautiful on me... ahahahhaha!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2910617539763321607?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2910617539763321607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2910617539763321607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-i-had-steamboat-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SWi72pXnIQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cihD9d84XIo/s72-c/n675058593_1894582_8819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3951296809189148000</id><published>2009-01-09T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:38:19.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an online interpretation of my Peter Pan dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams that start off with flight but end with crashing to earth&lt;/strong&gt; usually indicate a loss of control or fear of failure. Ironically, these dreams may also point to a fear of success. If you've become accustomed to a certain way of life--even a bad way of life--leaving it behind can be scary. What's out there? What will I do with all this freedom? I know how to handle the bad stuff but what do I do with success? &lt;a href="http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8844.asp"&gt;http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8844.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well... i'm not sure if i &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;crash to earth because i think i woke up before i crashed... but i know i was very near the ground =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3951296809189148000?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3951296809189148000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3951296809189148000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/online-interpretation-of-my-peter-pan.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-835046575012506898</id><published>2009-01-08T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:38:47.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SWTedIZFetI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwOoqxO_olk/s1600-h/4cd7442445fd7b6ac7a79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288596454490077906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SWTedIZFetI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwOoqxO_olk/s400/4cd7442445fd7b6ac7a79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288597006506795986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SWTe9Q0II9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/xZZm1tznuxQ/s400/4cd7442445f67a03529dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hot! Isn't he? And adorable too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You know what? I was looking at his profile on his blog and i realised he's 4 years older than me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first thing that came to my mind was, "what?!? He's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 years older than me?!? I'm that old already?!? My idols of the past used to me &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 8 years older!! I'm no longer young? T_T"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-835046575012506898?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/835046575012506898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/835046575012506898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-isnt-he-and-adorable-too-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SWTedIZFetI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwOoqxO_olk/s72-c/4cd7442445fd7b6ac7a79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6720230092995750695</id><published>2009-01-05T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:52:45.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haix.... 小娘惹 has ended! =( i feel so sad for ChenXi.... whyyyyy..... why YueNiang can't be with him ='( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the male characters in the show are so.... arhhhhhhh i dunno how to describe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yousuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah! the hero! handsome! so devoted! totally anticipating his upcoming serial....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my Mr devoted! poor thing.... especially that scene where he saw JuXiang as he was dying... so sad! such devotion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Xi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yet another hero has arisen! with also much devotion! but he and her were not meant to be =( sad sad sad sad sad..... ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ooh..... my Mr Charming-eyes... so charming!!!! where did Mediacorp get him from? i really look forward to seeing him more often on shows. omg. i luuurrrvvvveeee his eyes.... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6720230092995750695?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6720230092995750695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6720230092995750695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-695952665822384229</id><published>2009-01-04T17:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:11:02.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been wanting to update for a long while but have just been too lazy to do so. i wanna blog about what i've been doing for this past one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 29 December 2008&lt;br /&gt;- went out with Shir and PM at Orchard- Far East (which i've already blogged about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 30 December 2008&lt;br /&gt;- family dinner at a Vegetarian Restaurant which my grandmother seemed to like a lot the other time we brought her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 31 December 2008&lt;br /&gt;- went to AMK Hub to get something done before going to Claudia's house for class gathering&lt;br /&gt;- before i entered the room, i had already heard weilun's voice (he was being irritaing the whole time)&lt;br /&gt;- upon entering, there he was lying on the floor, and andy and edwin were on the chairs, phoebe and oh there's boonhow! wow! he came! out of like &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; times of class gatherings this is only his 2nd time appearing. and i see ashley there. and.... eh... who's that? *stunned* philip? *stunned* wow.... *mind blank*&lt;br /&gt;- they were playing Wii. Wii's fun!! super fun!&lt;br /&gt;- claudia treated us to chocolates and cheesecake she baked herself. DELICIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;- had pizza&lt;br /&gt;- i played that kart racing game thingy. always got 12th place. last place.&lt;br /&gt;- weilun was being irritating. kept giving me wrong instructions delibrately&lt;br /&gt;- played Wii tennis. i scored quite badly. and i hit phoebe's head accidentally when she tried giving me instructions =X&lt;br /&gt;- weilun was being irritating&lt;br /&gt;- played Wii bowling.&lt;br /&gt;- played Wii boxing. super fun! though tiring! BUT I BEAT PHILIP!!! hahahaha... but they said it was because his controller was less sensitive. oh whatever. i still beat him! hohoho. muscle ache terribly after the game&lt;br /&gt;- went back to kart racing. haix... still 12th place. last place&lt;br /&gt;- boonhow left for church&lt;br /&gt;- played bridge with andy philip and phoebe, with claudia's and ashley's help.&lt;br /&gt;- andy edwin philip phoebe left&lt;br /&gt;- played tai-tee.&lt;br /&gt;- weilun was being irritating.&lt;br /&gt;- kokboon came&lt;br /&gt;- played cheat/bluff/whatever&lt;br /&gt;- played more Wii&lt;br /&gt;- watched Ryan and Robynn play Wii&lt;br /&gt;- watched them play more Wii&lt;br /&gt;- stared into space&lt;br /&gt;- stone&lt;br /&gt;- ashley sent us home&lt;br /&gt;- 4am =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 1 January 2009&lt;br /&gt;- 6 of us went shopping at Far East (again)&lt;br /&gt;- afraid to go out with them next time. so ma fan. keep asking for food. as though kena starved for 3 days like that.&lt;br /&gt;- then so noisy and so playful. keep running around like 3-year-olds. they how old already!&lt;br /&gt;- then quite embarrassing also&lt;br /&gt;- walk until legs wanna break&lt;br /&gt;- met phoebe and weikang there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 2 January 2009&lt;br /&gt;- met Jiaping for shopping at Far East (&lt;em&gt;again! -.-&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- walked till legs turn jelly&lt;br /&gt;- but covered areas i've never been to. cool.&lt;br /&gt;- had early dinner at a eating outlet on the last level jiaping recommended. DELICIOUS!!!!! expensive for that kind of environment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday&lt;br /&gt;-slack slack slack!!!!!!!! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-695952665822384229?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/695952665822384229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/695952665822384229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-wanting-to-update-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2354612645288916048</id><published>2008-12-30T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:09:01.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didn't see Peter Pan last night =(&lt;br /&gt;i didn't fly last night =(&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't Wendy last night =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't sleep a wink =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be yesterday's 2 cups of teh-ping =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2354612645288916048?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2354612645288916048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2354612645288916048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-didnt-see-peter-pan-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-137938855462660530</id><published>2008-12-30T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:19:01.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Are Diamonds Rare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are actually quite rare in the past but not any more. While it's true that the process of extracting diamond is quite laborious (mines move many tons of dirt per carat of diamond found) and that gem-quality diamonds are relatively few (only about 1 in 1 million diamonds are quality one carat stones, only 1 in 5 million are 2-carat; and 1 in 15 million are 3-carat), diamonds are not rare in an economic sense because supply exceeds demand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;To maintain the high prices of diamonds, De Beers creates an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;artificial scarcity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: they stockpile mined diamonds and sell them in small amounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps De Beers chairman Nicky Oppenheimer said it best: "diamonds are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intrinsically worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, except for the deep psychological need they fill." (mental_floss, vol 7 issue 6, p. 21 "Diamond Engagement Rings" by Rebecca Zerzan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Diamonds are Actually Lousy Investments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why is there no active after-market for diamonds? It is estimated that the public holds about 500 million carats of gem diamonds - if a significant portion of the public begins selling, then the price of diamond would plummet. To prevent this from happening, the diamond industry spent a huge sum in making diamonds "heirloom" properties to be passed down for generations, keeping the price of diamond &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;artificially high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (so people wouldn't be tempted to unload them for fear of losing money) and discourage jewelers from buying diamonds from the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2008/12/29/10-facts-about-diamond-you-should-know.html"&gt;http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2008/12/29/10-facts-about-diamond-you-should-know.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;related: past entry: &lt;a href="http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth-behind-diamonds.html"&gt;blood diamonds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-137938855462660530?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/137938855462660530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/137938855462660530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/5.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6125891252326637117</id><published>2008-12-30T01:29:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:19:16.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This entry is about what she has been up to today (monday), the dream she had last night (sunday night) and what she did on sunday; so beware, long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She met up with Shirlynn and Peimin for lunch and some shopping at Orchard (&lt;em&gt;again -.- Singapore is just so small&lt;/em&gt;). They ate at some HK Xin Wang Cafe at Cineleisure. For some weird reason, all 3 could not finish their food, they totally wasted half of their own orders =( After that, they walked around the complex; there has been some new additions in there since the last time she went there, which was probably more than a year ago. However, there was still not much there and knowing she wanted to buy flapflaps (or flappies =P claudia), they suggested Max&amp;amp;More? at Wisma. Oh my. It was super crowded in there so she was too lazy to shop in there and they moved on to Forever21 and Cotton On. At Cotton On, she wanted the sandals that were going at 2 for $20 but there weren't her sizes for the second pair so she didn't get it. She felt quite paiseh, because they had to wait for her for quite a long while as she had also tried on some clothes and the queue for the fitting room was super long AND in the end she didn't get anything -.- as they either didn't fit her or the colours she wanted were out of stock. In the end, Shir bought something. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They then headed to Far East to look for her flapflaps (or flappies or butterfly sleeves or whatever la). Oh my. She has never tried sooooooo many flapflaps in a day in her entire life! The first few were not bad but quite big for her. Finally, she came across one that was quite fitting and she liked. But it wasn't cheap, but not expensive too, just market price lor =( And so she decided, as usual, to scout around first, but subconsciously she probably had already set her mind on that piece, because the later pieces that she tried were just unsatisfactory, somehow..... =X (Shir, PM, paiseh leh, you guys had to accompany me for so long all around =X thanks a lot!) Until they finally found this shop that had dresses going really cheaply! Even though they weren't flapflaps but the dresses/tops were nice and going really economically! She got stuck at that shop for very very very long and tried so many pieces. She liked so many and couldn't make up her mind which to get. After a long struggle, she decided on a dress and a top. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You know what Shir and PM, i think i like the brown one too! The second dress i tried- the very beachy dress-the one i tried with the black scarf? i feel like going back to buy it! but i'm not sure if i will have that many chances to wear so many of them? (i think i still prefer shorts over dresses anytime) how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They shopped at one last flapflap stall, which has greater variety. She tried on a piece which was quite nice and then again, she entered a state of dilema as which to buy- this one? or the one earlier? Eventually, she decided to buy the earlier piece. And so at the end of the day, she had 3 tops, out of the oh-so-many tops she tried. Tiring indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so very satisfied at the 2 bargains she got, she went home happily and very enthusiatically showed her sisters her 收获. To her utter despair, they started making snide remarks and commenting that the stuff weren't nice. i know i'm quite fat but there's such a thing called CARDIGAN to cover up! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and now you say not nice right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T EVER LET ME CATCH YOU WEARING OR EVEN &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRYING ON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;SOMETHING SIMILAR WHEN YOU GROW UP I TELL YOU! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL OF YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She recalls there was a period of time when she grew sick of tying her hair back and she changed to tying to the side instead. This invited snide remarks and they were so very much against it. But uh! Barely a month later, she noticed that they were tying their hair up in THE VERY SAME WAY that they were so against. If it is so ugly, why are they doing it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why did she bother looking out for suitable clothes for them? Why bother when they find her taste that undesirable? To all her dear friends out there, she is sincerely appealing to you guys that the next time she goes shopping with you and she buys something, please please please remind her not to so stupidly share her joy with them. Please remind her to show the stuff to her Mummy only when they are all asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A wonderful day ends just like that. So dampening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, on the dream. I hope this will be quite short. She was watching Peter Pan on Sunday night on Channel 5 , i think. And hahahha.... She dreamt of Peter Pan in the night! AND.... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she was Wendy!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.... She dreamt she could fly! Initially, the setting was just like in the movie, herself (Wendy) and her 2 brothers at their balcony. Then halfway, she became herself (Me!) and her 2 brothers turned into ALL her sisters! And it occured in her very own house! A pity, she flew only for a while as not long later the dream simply stopped. Sad! I want to fly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally! Earlier in the day (Sunday), she finally got down to packing the wardrobes after so many days and weeks of procastination. For a change and with the consent of everyone, she decided to pack everyone's tops together, and bottoms together, instead of just her own in her own wardrobe. She thought about this.. haha... for her own convenience honestly. This is because they would wear her tops and shorts (rarely) and she would wear theirs (very frequently =P) and it gets really annoying when she has to look through 3 wardrobes to decide on a top or ransack 3 wardrobes just to find her missing shorts. Haha! It was tiring work man! In the past she only had to pack 1 wardrobe- hers. Now she had to pack 3! And arrange them. And filter unwanted stuff. On a hot stuffy afternoon. She had a sense of achievement though. Her next target would be the dressing table. When? No idea. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay... she is finally done with what she wanted to blog about. Woah! Hahah! It's 3am already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-6125891252326637117?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6125891252326637117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6125891252326637117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-entry-is-about-what-she-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-6962444324637721699</id><published>2008-12-27T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:53:17.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i went to compass point to catch my new idol 戴阳天, and 欧宣, and the rest of 小娘惹 cast. so exciting!!! you should have seen the crowd! it was more packed than a can of sardines! a pity they gave out only 100 posters, so pathetic! how would it be enough for the fans (including me) of the blockbuster drama of the year? i went there pretty late so i couldn't get the posters =( the cast was on time, something i didn't expect as past 追星 experiences taught me otherwise. kudos!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;戴阳天 is so handsome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photos at a later date&lt;/em&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/73969360541586533-6962444324637721699?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6962444324637721699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/6962444324637721699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-to-compass-point-to-catch-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5401828739170291772</id><published>2008-12-26T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:39:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i met claudia for lunch and some shopping. we had jap ramen at far east plaza before shopping around for her shoes and my "flap-flap"s (or "flappy"s going by claud's terms). don't ask me what flap-flap is because it's hard to explain. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a short while later we crossed over to the huge Mango opposite. I never knew that there was such a huge Mango there. i'm such a su-ku. X.X claud was shopping for formal wear and i just simply looked on, i wasn't in the mood to shop today- SURPRISE! while waiting for her, i was just glancing around and some multiple colours thing flashed past me. it's rather unusual to have something of multiple colours in Mango you know and so i looked back. Oh my! Horror of Horrors! BRIGHT green pants with BRIGHT yellow edges. further down, ugly dirty dull obiang red shoes with pulled-high socks. Add on a pink tee. HELP!!! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284135969065752962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SVUFqtUHWYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XhqsJUGpOHk/s320/ugly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u tell me ugly or not? yeah.. i'm that bored and boh-liao.. laugh laugh laugh all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;moving on and forgetting that terrible sight, claudia bought her pants and she was happy for the rest of the day after that, comparable "madness" to the other day of no-more-potatoes-for-now. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we then headed to espirit and also met phoebe and edwin there. after which we headed to wheelock and wisma and taka and heeren for some aimless shopping. arh... singapore gets quite boring after a while... to quote edwin, "nothing to do, and yet there's nothing we can do about it!" love the quote. haha. interesting. true. funny. what can you do when you bored and broke. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after edwin left, the girls continued our not-so-aimless shopping to paragon metro to see if they have my flap-flaps (or flappy) and lingered there. 没有收获 =( but i saw 2 nice wallets that i would like to have but nah.... still not the ideal one i want.... then weikang (phoebe's bf) joined us and we went to have dinner at taka (&lt;em&gt;again... its like the 4th time this week -.-&lt;/em&gt;) Pepper Lunch. i have never eaten at Pepper Lunch. always wanted to try it out but circumstances had always prevented me from doing so. nice. except i don't like the pepper, even though i finished everything i had. can i order pepper lunch without pepper? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after a fulfilling dinner, we decide to head home. i think i'm the happiest, firstly because my feet were hurting from the shoes i was wearing but secondly because i would be home in time for 小娘惹! whoo-hoo! on our way back, phoebe started playing with my name. arhh... it has since been a long time since i heard that... brings back fond memories of those times with my JC-mates =D and she also told us something that made me feel very honored and surprised. &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; never crossed my mind. weird person arh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, i'm happily back home (so are my feet =P) and tata! back to tv ^.^ &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/73969360541586533-5401828739170291772?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5401828739170291772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5401828739170291772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-met-claudia-for-lunch-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SVUFqtUHWYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XhqsJUGpOHk/s72-c/ugly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1599958608466924567</id><published>2008-12-23T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:33:27.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went out with jiaping today to shop. we went to bugis street and walked round and round and round till i felt a little dazed. but we got some bargains (cheap cheap!) so haha i'm happy. haven't gone out with her for decades. then we headed down to town and walked around wisma and taka. they were packed like a can of sardines; like on a tuesday night? tuesday night leh, not friday or saturday night leh. while we were just strolling aimlessly in taka, we spotted our little cousin and family and went over to say hello, before we went back to strolling aimlessly till we decided to just head home before our legs gave up on us. just before we entered the station, we received a call from our little aunt to join them for dinner/dessert, and after some consideration, we decided to head back to taka to join them. Hee!! got dessert and car ride home and got to play with our little cousin. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now.... boo hoo hoo!! bahhhh....... my results are out. BAD. CAP dropped AGAIN! why why why.... i already worked much harder than last semester..... and i cant find my past result slips. argh!! how to do honors like that.... :'( :'( :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1599958608466924567?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1599958608466924567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1599958608466924567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-out-with-jiaping-today-to-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-2969808657138446981</id><published>2008-12-22T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:18:07.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JUST WHAT IS WRONG WITH HOTMAIL?! WHY DOESN'T IT JUST FREAKING LET ME CHECK MY MAIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went to amoy street for lunch (plus dessert) with claudia and wenqi. claudia was so funny. she kept laughing or smiling to herself for the whole of today simply because she was just simply so so sooo elated she doesn't have to have potatoes for 3 meals everyday. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then went to meet cindy at her school where she introduced us to her CCA room and friends. Singapore is really really small... Met some ex-JC-mates, and claud's friend's friend. that scene was hilarious. first there was this awkwardness yet with some sense of familiarity; and just all of a sudden, everyone knows everyone. hahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then we had some heart-to-heart talking (something we haven't done in a long time) before we each left to do own stuff. i went to the chinese physiotherapist/bonesetter. wah. painful sia. everytime i go there, i feel like she's playing guitar with my bones/nerves/blood vessels. painful..... but no choice leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hah.. wenqi told us about this.. hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CabQfB874B0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CabQfB874B0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How come we didn't receive such entertain back then? unfair sia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-2969808657138446981?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2969808657138446981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/2969808657138446981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-what-is-wrong-with-hotmail-why.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5869026009554574382</id><published>2008-12-21T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:03:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went swimming with jiaping jiaqi and families... i thoroughly enjoyed myself, it was such a laughter-filled and fun day. when was the last time we swam together? it seemed like decades ago... i can scarely rmb where we swam even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we had like some weird and hilarious competitions... haha... and because the pool was like semi-enclosed, our laughter seemed to echo all around.... hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today's sunday. there was so many people... traffic was so heavy in the pool.. difficult to swim. but nevertheless, it was still very fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5869026009554574382?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5869026009554574382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5869026009554574382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-swimming-with-jiaping-jiaqi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1688690092572579599</id><published>2008-12-17T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:16:03.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm aching all over.... this is what happens after not exercising for so long and then playing badminton for 2 hours. went all the way to yishun stadium to play with angelina guangrong yinngai and yongcong, since it's the most central meeting place for us out of all the inaccessible parts of Singapore. Lucky for yongcong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mummy bought home 4 cups of almond pudding. i finished mine first. perfectly fine. No.2 tried hers, sour. No.3, sour. No.4,also sour. Oh no! why is this happening &lt;a href="http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/qi-yiwu-is-so-cute-we-went-to-to-pray.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt; (no it's from a different stall from the other time)? i feel bad, i finished all of mine and couldn't manage to share with them... poor things..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and there's this song that's been popping in and out of my head recently, ever since YOU sang it, though it was quite a long while back... and then i cant get it out of my head. and the worst part is, the song repeats after the first 2 lines because you sang only the first 2 lines and also i only know the lyrics to the first 2 lines... bahhh.... i just forgot what's the 成语 i wanted to use. bahhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1688690092572579599?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1688690092572579599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1688690092572579599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-aching-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3971778958830731155</id><published>2008-12-16T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:16:17.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went &lt;s&gt;jogging&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;walking &lt;/em&gt;this morn with No. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then she brought me to some youghurt place for &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt;, yoghurt. the yoghurt itself was not bad, the serving was large, but the toppings came only with larger cups, and the flavours were limited to certain days only... so... all in all, i feel it isn't very worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i came back with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; mosquito bite&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!!! itchy itchy scratchy wacky... argh!!and they have left ugly marks on my thighs &gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.... 小娘惹 is unfolding so very s l o w l y. can they speed things up a little....? how i miss the first 8 episodes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3971778958830731155?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3971778958830731155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3971778958830731155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-jogging-walking-this-morn-with-no.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8767625656972528079</id><published>2008-12-15T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:00:19.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;met up with rebecca today for a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; and early dinner. we ate a lot...... i ordered spaghetti and she ordered chicken chop. in addition, she recommended the pizza so we ordered one to share too. i was extremely extremely full. so we sat there and ate and chat for close to 2 hours. the cafe was very cozy with not many people (in fact, there was only 2 of us) and the owners were very friendly and allowed us to sit there and chat. the food was good. i like my spaghetti. unique. finally, we ordered a lava something, can't rmb the name, its a chocolate fondue cake, where it's a cake on the outside and melted chocolate inside that flows out like hot lava when you cut it. simply heavenly. simply sinful. we shared 1 cos we were simply toooooo fulllllll........ haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was nice meeting up. the last time we met was a year ago.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8767625656972528079?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8767625656972528079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8767625656972528079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/met-up-with-rebecca-today-for-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3756596819608965030</id><published>2008-12-14T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:00:42.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday, i went cycling at ECP with zhenjian, yongcong, yinngai, pakkin, guangrong, cheekeong, angelina, and adrian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279624083440192514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUT-IZkMzAI/AAAAAAAAAII/-t7O3NpDDMY/s400/n675058593_1737888_6985.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 hours is not enough. although it's enough to make my butt hurt =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279624081446227826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUT-ISIzT3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cpJbaebpXOw/s400/n675058593_1737883_5798.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angelina and i in our 情侣妆, as always. it wasn't planned. it was NEVER planned. but we always end up wearing same colours. won't you say we are 默契十足？=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279624089876196706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUT-IxiqbWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FZKqq7jcxSc/s400/n675058593_1737895_8732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adrian bored? tired? from waiting for some of us when angelina's bicycle chain came off. the group spilt into two. the faster one were far ahead of the more relaxed group and hence did not know what happened. after angelina's bike was repaired, my bag strap snapped which made the wait for the group ahead even longer. so i supposed they were trying to while time away with weird funny photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279624090628266930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUT-I0V-G7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-YeJ6WYjAls/s400/n675058593_1737882_5531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ck and his water bottle "beautified" by zj with a newspaper cutting of popular cartoon series "Winx Club". see how "satisfied" ck looks with his new water bottle. hahahha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;they then had dinner tgt to celebrate ZJ's bday, angelina left for church, and i made my way to have dinner with my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this morning, they went swimming again. i was too lazy to wake up, even though i went to bed earlier than usual last night to make sure i could wake up this morning; the weather was too good for lazing in bed. =P and for the rest of the day i was just lazing around...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i watched History Channel- How the Earth was made. quite interesting. though it didn't satify my curiosity of how large complex organisms could evolve from single-celled bacteria, which originate from outer space. it was interesting nevertheless.... they briefly introduced how they determined the age of Earth (using carbon-dating), and the world came to a consesus that all the continents were once a supercontinent (by observing same species in different parts of the world), that the presence of an iridium-rich extremely thin layer of rock squashed between layers of rock around mountains around the world supported the theory that a meteorite wiped out the dinosaurs, and also diamonds were formed during the Jurassic Era... And that the Earth went though several Ice Ages, and there are more to come.... it was also postulated that the water on Earth originated from outer space (via meteorites) because in the initial stages of Earth formation, there was high volcanic activity with little water. then the oceans were green due to iron.... and some other stuff which i didn't really catch cos i was almost dozing off =X i'm rather pissed they didn't show how the organisms evolved but then again, there's only so much they can show of 4.5 billion years in 2 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3756596819608965030?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3756596819608965030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3756596819608965030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-i-went-cycling-at-ecp-with.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUT-IZkMzAI/AAAAAAAAAII/-t7O3NpDDMY/s72-c/n675058593_1737888_6985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1017297078319406728</id><published>2008-12-13T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:14:46.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from supper =) =( =) =( =) Prata =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went swimming again today ^.^ i still can't swim for nuts!!! =( =( =( after which we had supposedly famous wanton mee. Yeah, supposedly. There was this loooonnnnggggg queue although it was already 2pm ++. However, i didn't really like it, the noodles were sort of soft and a teeny weeny soggy, and my sisters and i didn't like the wantons either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then sent the printer for service. Stupid leh! They ate up 66 bucks for the stupid printhead when the stupid printer-cum-scanner costs only ~198 bucks. One stupid printhead costs almost half the entire printer. Stupid! I might as well buy another printer...... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i'm gonna talk abt 小娘惹 again, so those sick of reading me blogging abt it can stop now... heh heh... i'm starting to feel a little fed up with it. the story is unfolding oh-too-sloooooowwwwwwly.........  a good thing channel 8 decided to air 2 episodes of it starting this coming monday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1017297078319406728?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1017297078319406728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1017297078319406728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-supper-prata-d-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3973208469457284283</id><published>2008-12-11T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:58:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;还我鸡汤!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Yiwu is so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to 四马路观音庙 to pray today, then for lunch, supposed to go swimming again, but it started pouring (argh so dampening), so went grocery-shopping and finally home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch was good. Daddy ordered so much we could hardly finish and ended up packing some of the remaining food home. What disappointed me was that the dessert, almond milk pudding, we ordered was bad. It was spoilt! It tasted sour (when it's not supposed to)! We informed the waitresses to reject the dessert and cancel the order. They said alright but tried to persuade us to try their other desserts. However, we were already quite full so we declined. Then came another waitress who tried to persuade us again. How irritating! Don't want means don't want &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LA&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/73969360541586533-3973208469457284283?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3973208469457284283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3973208469457284283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/qi-yiwu-is-so-cute-we-went-to-to-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1638519355512808235</id><published>2008-12-11T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:29:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUEjs2YZIEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GmEh-XBOe98/s1600-h/justjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278539491673972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUEjs2YZIEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GmEh-XBOe98/s400/justjump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/ST_9ldOjWjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LZaj9RaMUdI/s1600-h/justjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2008/11/30/7-moments-in-mixed-messages.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2008/11/30/7-moments-in-mixed-messages.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1638519355512808235?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1638519355512808235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1638519355512808235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahahahaha-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/SUEjs2YZIEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GmEh-XBOe98/s72-c/justjump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-7953301725063070208</id><published>2008-12-10T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:30:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还我鸡汤！还我鸡汤！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha! That scene where Xi-er and Yueniang squabbled is so cute! Xi-er's character is so 调皮, so adorable :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yueniang is nice too, but i prefer Juxiang over her anytime, though both characters are played by Jeanette Aw. I really like her portrayal of Juxiang; it's something novel and special compared to her previous TV roles =D too bad it lasted only for 8 episodes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for the next episode!! But the advertisements in the intervals are so irritating! I'm not sure if it's just me or anything but i feel that the advertisements come up so every often and then the show feels really really short! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i miss Yousuke!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough about that... Today, we went swimming! Finally! Haha... It's so much better, cleaner, nicer, bigger than the old one somewhere..... My first exercise after how many months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't swim. It's horrible. I've forgotten most of the strokes i learnt when i took up swimming lessons last year which i stopped when school reopened. I keep sinking down. The more i swim, the lower i sink. And then, i can't reach up to take in air... And then i have to stop.. Eewww... And i guess the lifeguards saw how sucky i was at swimming, one of them actually went up to my dad to give him his name card =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the swim, my dad drove us to some ulu car park again to teach me how to park. Again, i fared HORRIBLY! NO IMPROVEMENT! argh... i'm so ashamed of myself. i wondered how i passed my driving test =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-7953301725063070208?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7953301725063070208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7953301725063070208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahaha-that-scene-where-xi-er-and.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-976726533015922536</id><published>2008-12-05T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:34.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today (thursday) was a "well spent day". Mummy, EE, and us went to Novena Square for an ice-cream treat to celebrate No. 5's birthday. It was satisfying. My tummy was swimming full of ice-cream of 9 different flavours, plus some waffles. Argh, growing fat already la. Bahhhh..... After which we did a tiny weeny bit of shopping before heading home to beat the evening after-office crowd. On the way back, i remembered the 2-hour free Starbucks event so we headed to Starbucks upon reaching the station. Oh my, the queue was sooooooooooooo llllllllooooooooonnnnnngggggggggg. Thank goodness the staff was rather efficient so we did not have to wait for very long (though not very short either). So all 7 of us came home happily with a cup of Starbucks each in our hand (Lots of thanks to Mark for the sms! Heehee). It is indeed a fruitful day =) Then cake-cutting after 小娘惹, which was a really bad decision of mine because i had to take photos with red and puffy eyes. Oh, we should have cut the cake before the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why i'm devastated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;菊香 and 洋介&lt;em&gt;(Yousuke)&lt;/em&gt; died in today's episode! so sad....!! that scene in the forest where they had to part... and the scene where 菊香 and 月娘 realised that 洋介 was dead... so heartwrenching.... my heart weeps for 菊香 and 洋介. all that sickening Charlie Zhang's fault. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the cruelty of war. Why do people like to go to war? Very happy to see people die and part is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the video is launched in the market, i'm so gonna get it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;argh.... now no more Yousuke for me to watch already. well, at least 月娘 did managed to get her father's body back to bury with her mother's... arhhhhh so sad so sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sad sad sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's just a show la... don't scold me... i just can't help it, my sister's laughing at me all this while... "it's just a show!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm soooooooooo sad.............. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-976726533015922536?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/976726533015922536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/976726533015922536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-devastated.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-7730344134895403432</id><published>2008-12-04T01:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:56:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i cant help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I LOVE 戴阳天 (aka Yousuke) !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275625448483554226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/STbJZNjfg7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/P5KZjleE880/s400/2_dai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275626028155549698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/STbJ69AEOAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/238RMlpDldE/s400/4cd7442444f5afb3967d2%26000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275627091574883042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/STbK42i_guI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RKaYQhC7lFY/s400/4cd7442444f968df71eac%26000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/73969360541586533-7730344134895403432?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7730344134895403432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/7730344134895403432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-help-it-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixUpkIZ8_O8/STbJZNjfg7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/P5KZjleE880/s72-c/2_dai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8478198970988648996</id><published>2008-12-04T01:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:56:21.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HELLO MY DEAR BLOG! I'M BACK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;you would have guessed i've been MIA due to exams. i had to refrain from switching on the computer because i know i'll get hooked to it for a long long loooonnnggg time... hence, the long period of absence from blogging. actually, monday was my last paper but i was just to busy(?) to come online. haha. busy "bonding" with my sisters. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---slept the later half of monday away.... (my sisters were so cute, they all congratulated me when i reached home. but i knew they had an ulterior motive; they were happy because i could finally bring them out. hah.)&lt;br /&gt;---spent the whole of tuesday on a new found hobby (bonding) with my sisters. i still find it simply amusing. the scene is just so amusing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;---spent today (wednesday) out with Mummy and No.4 and No.5. i PS-ed my uni friends. supposed to have movie, kbox and dinner with them but i turned them down. SORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;---going to spend tomorrow with Mummy, EE, and all the cuties for.... i'll update tmr. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally, i must say I LOVE "小娘惹 THE LITTLE NYONYA"!!! more accurately, i love &lt;em&gt;Yousuke &lt;/em&gt;from 小娘惹! i love the way he gazes at 菊香. so gentle... so nice... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i can just melt....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So Handsome!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I like Jeanette Aw's portrayal of 菊香 too... Especially tonight's episode. The way she cried for &lt;em&gt;Yousuke&lt;/em&gt; was so 凄惨 so heartbreaking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;arhhh so sad.... 菊香 and &lt;em&gt;Yousuke&lt;/em&gt; wont be together in the end... why....... ='( ='( ='( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8478198970988648996?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8478198970988648996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8478198970988648996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-my-dear-blog-im-back-haha-you.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-213436493042203774</id><published>2008-10-29T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:42:09.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the music seems to have stopped playing. is it my laptop or do you guys also experience "silence" when you're here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i read this interesting news article &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081029/tts-lifestyle-us-men-women-sex-offbeat-972e412.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081029/tts-lifestyle-us-men-women-sex-offbeat-972e412.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. I like the last sentence. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-213436493042203774?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/213436493042203774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/213436493042203774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-seems-to-have-stopped-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-8051958205548361368</id><published>2008-10-28T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:42:36.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm watching Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix now!!! on HBO!!! oh man. i'm sure gonna look like a panda tomorrow. Have you seen a panda doing lab?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The effects are great. i still love it although i've watched it before. And i must say Professor Umbridge is soooooooooooo irritating!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-8051958205548361368?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8051958205548361368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/8051958205548361368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-watching-harry-potter-and-order-of.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-3694361468012169936</id><published>2008-10-24T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:42:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i'll soon develop a phobia for writing the essay for my Understanding The Universe term paper............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg for lect.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeee..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-3694361468012169936?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3694361468012169936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/3694361468012169936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-ill-soon-develop-phobia-for.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1654485804132047141</id><published>2008-10-24T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:56:37.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE SW1101E INTRODUCTION TO SOCIAL WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lectures are fun and interactive, so are the tutorials, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my project group mates (we all rock!). And i can relate relatively easy to the contents. It's the best module i've taken in my 3 semesters of university education, apart from CM2121 Organic Chemistry and CM1101 Principles of Modern Chemistry. The latter two ranks high only because the lecturers are interesting and humorous. Nothing more. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's lecture was on diversity and cross-boundaries issues. We touched on cultural and gender issues today, and the lecture became particularly interesting upon discussion of gender equality issues in modern day Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the highlight of today's lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer (Male) said-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my family, i'm the head, and i stand by position as the head. i will always be the head of the family. (pause-some gruntles from dissatisfied females) But... i also recognise my wife is the neck. When the neck turns, the head has no choice but to turn. (he turns his head from side to side and the entire LT burst out in laughter) Also, as the head, i have the last say in the family (pause) "yes dear, yes dear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahahahahahha.... funny right? The LT was roaring with laughter. Oh! This module is enjoyable! Sadly, i only have one more tutorial to go and one or two more lectures. I have never felt so sad that tutorials are ending. The tutorials are simply interesting. Everyone contributes their ideas and there are times (though few and far) where a mini debates occurs. It's so interactive. Unlike my Chemistry modules. Due to the fact that Chemistry tutorials go through concepts, it's rather difficult to make it interactive (cheers to Prof Lai for making his tutorials interactive, but not as fun as Social Work's though). For instance, i do not contribute in Chem tutorials simply because i dun understand. Whereas, in SW tutorials, its more of "what other comments/ideas do you have?" or "do you agree with this this this?" and then you get different ideas pouring in. It's really interesting to listen to the different views students from different faculties of different cohorts have on the various societal issues, and it widens my scope of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, the extra X factor is contributed by the interesting and nice tutor, Dr Hong, and interesting tutorial group. How i'll miss this module by the end of the semester. I'm not very optismitic that i'll get to experience this again in my other modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm.... i don't know how to end. Erm... so i'll end here. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1654485804132047141?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1654485804132047141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1654485804132047141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-sw1101e-introduction-to-social.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-1715098583144046936</id><published>2008-10-24T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:12:02.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;bahhharrrrhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to sense some harshness, as subtle as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;why others can do what they do, but i can't do what they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz gotta be karma.&lt;br /&gt;serves me right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-1715098583144046936?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1715098583144046936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/1715098583144046936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/bahhharrrrhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5232412695184622194</id><published>2008-10-21T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:12:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Breakfast: 8am: 1 slice of bread, 1/4 cup of milk&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: 5pm: rice + soup from Science canteen&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: 9pm: Secret Recipe at Dobhy Gaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes. My lunch was at 5pm! X( Organic Chem lab today was suuuuuuper long!!! But i found it quite fun because we did stuff that we have never done before, like pouring the Grignard reagent into dry ice which resulted in a sticky-gluey-turned-stiff-and-hard-yellow stuff. That was quite fun. However, the smell was &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt;... It can't beat that of the ether though. Pungent is simply an understatement. While doing the experiment, our thoughts were all filled with how many years we have taken off our initial lifespan by breathing in all these toxic gases. Haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lecture, we (cheekeong, jinhua, yongcong, yinngai, guangrong, zhenjian, rachel, angelina, and me!) headed to DB to celebrate our dear jinjin's birthday! His birthday cake was &lt;em&gt;HUGE&lt;/em&gt;! Its height was like double that of the normal cakes. It was nice, but I was hoping it would be chocolate banana. Lol. I had a lot of fun. There were a lot of jokes and teasing, not to forget jinjin's video! haha.... I laughed so hard i was worried my dinner will all come out. Unfortunately, the night was short and we had to make our way home as some of us had lessons tomorrow. Okay, i gotta stop now and do my Social Work project, otherwise CK will kill me... I'm so tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5232412695184622194?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5232412695184622194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5232412695184622194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/breakfast-8am-1-slice-of-bread-14-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73969360541586533.post-5517635364795821062</id><published>2008-10-21T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:11:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao.....&lt;br /&gt;Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was right!&lt;br /&gt;Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao.....&lt;br /&gt;Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao Ngiao.&lt;br /&gt;I worry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Meow meow meow meow.....&lt;br /&gt;Meow meow meow meow.&lt;br /&gt;Ripped.&lt;br /&gt;Meow meow meow meow.....&lt;br /&gt;Meow meow meow meow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73969360541586533-5517635364795821062?l=yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5517635364795821062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73969360541586533/posts/default/5517635364795821062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiambitchingaboutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/ngiao-ngiao-ngiao-ngiao-ngiao.html' title=''/><author><name>You Mei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17845370936965569639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
