<?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-2542016604068601465</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:44:30.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed your faith and your fears will starve to death;</title><subtitle type='html'>When i stand before god at the end of my life,&lt;br&gt;
I hope that i could say.&lt;br&gt;
''i used everything you gave me.''&lt;br&gt;
♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3104344590947787115</id><published>2009-07-26T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:45:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yilinggg.xanga.com</title><content type='html'>HAHA OMG BLOGGER SUCKS OKAY.&lt;div&gt;SO I HAVE SHIFTED TO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yilinggg.xanga.com (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually shifted to y-iling.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then aye, just changing blog but blogger still can't load any pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks so i change to xanga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogger really sucks a big time D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; xanga cannot link any people unless you're xanga one i think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; new xanga template cnnt have tagbox so you can only COMMENT in my every post :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH PLEASE DO THAT, COMMENT HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-3104344590947787115?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3104344590947787115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha-omg-blogger-sucks-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3104344590947787115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3104344590947787115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha-omg-blogger-sucks-okay.html' title='yilinggg.xanga.com'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6386383230783240415</id><published>2009-07-24T03:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:01:22.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Actually, i have been thinking this for very long. I think i am so fortunate, i think my life is actually good enough already as compared to those whose life is worst then me. Human beings, like me always complain that our life is bad. Even when you had already get the things you want, you still grumble and wine that you don't even know it yourself.  We just don't understand why are all these things happening to us, why not others. But when you compare those whose life is much pathetic then yours, your thinking will seriously change (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although yes i often grumble alot about my mum and such, but when i think twice ..my thinking change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's good enough just that we often take things for granted. Nobody can deny this, we must all admit that we take things for granted. Everybody does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know god's always fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If something is yours, it will always be yours. Although now you don't get it, even after years if its yours it will still go back to you. What you need to do is just wait and wait but i know if something is not yours, no matter how you force or how long you wait it will never be yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be more grateful with what i have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something i don't have &amp;amp; something i always hope i have &amp;amp; something right now i hope i have doesn't seems to come close to me at all, but i know one day it will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God planned everybody's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybodys's life is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you might think your life sucks but wait just a little more, maybe your thinking will change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes maybe, no matter how down you're now i've learned that one must think positive, everybody still have that smallest bit of hope, faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy first and everything will be fine(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6386383230783240415?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6386383230783240415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6386383230783240415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6386383230783240415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-sleep.html' title='(:'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-519468285782519942</id><published>2009-07-23T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:13:51.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My facebook</title><content type='html'>Yesyes i shouldn't be so angry. &lt;div&gt;I am actually grateful for the life i've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be grateful and be happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, PEOPLE GO TO MY FACEBOOK AND SEEEEEE THOSE FUNNY PICTURES I JUST UPLOADED :D:D:D GOSH. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOING SHOPPING TML WITH MY MUM OH YES AHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much.. Feeling horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't say i don't show but that doesn't mean i don't care at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-519468285782519942?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/519468285782519942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/519468285782519942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/519468285782519942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-facebook.html' title='My facebook'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5246589821548593839</id><published>2009-07-23T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:22:26.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST, FUCK EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>Yes, fuck &lt;s&gt;everything. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you think i am a 3 yr kid who doesn't know anything? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i know what's happening but i just don't wna say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, even a 3 yr kid knows something is going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5246589821548593839?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5246589821548593839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-fuck-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5246589821548593839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5246589821548593839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-fuck-everything.html' title='JUST, FUCK EVERYTHING'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6498640482417683405</id><published>2009-07-22T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:19:27.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIAN ):</title><content type='html'>Arghhhhhhhhh~ &lt;div&gt;My cousin ask me to work bottle tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing i am sian about is why bottle tree part time only on sat &amp;amp; sun! And their full time is like so hiong. Form 11am to 11pm. I can't work on sat &amp;amp; sun cause i have church and i don't wna miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the cotton on job. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND BLOGGER IS BEING SUCHA ASSSSSSSS AGAIN! WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6498640482417683405?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6498640482417683405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/sian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6498640482417683405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6498640482417683405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/sian.html' title='SIAN ):'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-566494570673398166</id><published>2009-07-22T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:49:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only i can think lesser</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard for me to think lesser?&lt;div&gt;I've been trying so hard but i guess it's still the same that i can't stop thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain is not big enough for me to think so much, like what you say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i wokeup late today and didn't go watch BE &amp;amp; venalie's gymnastic performance in school. I wokeup and it's frigging 12 plus already and the first thing i do was send venalie a jiayou email hahahaha. My hp chui alrdy &amp;amp; i am using my brother's old phone which is also, chui one. I am gonna try to go see 'em next week though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yes, i am missing my classmates jokes and laughter and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing to do. I borrowed so many books from the library but i got no mood at all to read or even browse through ): Plaza sing POA shop please accept me leh, let me workkkkk x.x Theirs is flexible time one lehhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i fill in quite alot of forms like sheer romance one, blablahhhh &amp;amp; plaza sing one. But sheer romance's like $5 per hr. &amp;amp; it's not flexible time. I need flexible time one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyah okay whatever i am bored now, very very bored. My appetite isn't good these few days too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i miss the times together too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-566494570673398166?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/566494570673398166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-i-can-think-lesser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/566494570673398166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/566494570673398166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-i-can-think-lesser.html' title='If only i can think lesser'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4738151494139490832</id><published>2009-07-21T23:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:39:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God have different plans for different people</title><content type='html'>Went school, find buddies for lunch.&lt;div&gt;Meet jasmine, she acc-ed me for job hunting as she's late for school alrdy &amp;amp; not going. &amp;amp; ohyah i passed by BUILD A BEAR WORKSHOP omfg damm nice can!? Got hello kitty shoes and clothes somemore. How good if they have carebears one too! OMGOMGOMGOMG. I am gonna save $$$$. TO BUY, TO BUYYYYYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, but am not feeling very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days, keep feeling very tired and slept at 12 plus(early for me). I still feel tired though after an early sleep. &amp;amp; my neck, stomach, head hurts. Aching like crazy man D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4738151494139490832?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4738151494139490832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4738151494139490832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4738151494139490832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title='God have different plans for different people'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8756624933445793129</id><published>2009-07-20T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:36:02.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today marks the first day i am at home, don't have to go school anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SmQ9-Gsz5MI/AAAAAAAACeE/XNuOxYpVdec/s1600-h/Picture+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 81px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SmQ9-Gsz5MI/AAAAAAAACeE/XNuOxYpVdec/s400/Picture+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360477593637479618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real kenneth and fake kenneth. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fake kenneth was yvonne's msn nick. She keep playing with different people's name lol. Snap shot it, damm funny aye when i look at my screen suddenly got 2 kenneth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SmSOuA0EK6I/AAAAAAAACeM/qsb5rtDllM8/s400/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360566377621236642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this, 3 YIXINs -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy yvone &amp;amp; yixin siao alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today was a extremely horrible day. Seriously. Lazy to blog about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolled away rolled away rolled away, all the burden in my heart rolled away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my sin had to go, near the crimsoon flow.&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/2542016604068601465-8756624933445793129?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8756624933445793129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8756624933445793129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8756624933445793129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-day.html' title='Edited!'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SmQ9-Gsz5MI/AAAAAAAACeE/XNuOxYpVdec/s72-c/Picture+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8017786702403220693</id><published>2009-07-19T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:52:49.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating people is bad so we shouldn't even think of that. (:</title><content type='html'>Went church just now, leave church later then normal times cause today youth group we discussed things about mooncake festival performances &amp;amp; etc. &lt;div&gt;They seriously ask me to dance that day :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried asking xian siang &amp;amp; he was like, YILING INVITE ME OF COURSE! But i feel weird dancing on mooncake festival lol. Now like don't have the mood to dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i guess i have to? LOL! Haha aiyah whatever, now i feel so damm tired to think of anything. I have to do the flyer design and another don't know what HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway went out with aunt they all after my church. Went library too. Keep going library these days. LOL! OhOh I am looking forward to next saturday when youth grp friends coming my house :D I am missing all my mgbd friends now although i only haven't seen them for days but starting from tomorrow i seriously don't have to go school anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aye .....miss miss ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, headache &amp;amp; very tired now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8017786702403220693?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8017786702403220693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hating-people-is-bad-so-we-shouldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8017786702403220693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8017786702403220693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hating-people-is-bad-so-we-shouldnt.html' title='Hating people is bad so we shouldn&apos;t even think of that. (:'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8991521320786677267</id><published>2009-07-18T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:08:56.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited, 11.05pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited!&lt;/span&gt; (actually life's good enough just that most of us take things for granted).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home not long just now after church fellowship. It's great, Haha always great luh huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway was feeling damm tired just now :/ Didn't sleep enough for the previous night. Oh we discussed abit about mooncake festival too when it's going to end soon. &amp;amp; an hui jiang dao was like, alvin and me say what go see moon together lah, HAHA! Cause we're supposed to like maybe put up short drama. Like damm funny. Everybody keep laughing. &amp;amp; she told me if i can dance that day .__. Like omg, lol. Aiyah idk anyway. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;Slept at around 6am in the morning. Feeling unwell, my neck's damm pain and stomach too. &lt;div&gt;I watched tv, online, etc  ..still couldn't sleep. Then called doreen to talk to phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endedup she's also tired and ko-ed at 5 plus? D: Then i toss around my bed trying to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokeup at 1 plus pm just now. Wanted to go out and find jobs but i was damm lost idk why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; My stomach's feeling damm uncomfortable. Went to library to retun my books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While i was looking through some graphic books, my stomach DAMM FUCKING PAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of a sudden, sharp pain. Damm it man i swear. I feel like i am gonna faint soon. I didn't ate anything too from yesterday till now. &amp;amp; i surrender man, went back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Headache &amp;amp; stomach pain kills. &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/2542016604068601465-8991521320786677267?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8991521320786677267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondering-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8991521320786677267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8991521320786677267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondering-again.html' title='Edited, 11.05pm'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6346011518208800360</id><published>2009-07-18T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:55:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional.</title><content type='html'>Damm fugging emo now lol :/ Seriously, damm fucking sadddddddd ))))))): &lt;div&gt;Just came back from school, my classmates got a photoshoot in green screen room with their ex-dee baybeats members. I realised one of the members is one of the campus superstar 'marcus'. lol. Anyway, I waited for guixin cause i got nothing to do after their presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's my last day in SIDM D: Okay, i am super sad that i nearly cried just now when jingyee asked me things. Yea but whatever, i had fun taking like so many photos with 'em! I will load one only cause blogger's sucha asshole, bloody slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can go to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; to see :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SmC65e5rZiI/AAAAAAAACd8/Dn2HIvkKhio/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359489053281183266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SmC1WsEvuGI/AAAAAAAACd0/ubLqGYG_Mio/s400/DSC_0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359482957963704418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss everyone in mgbd like hell, i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been long since.. I miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6346011518208800360?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6346011518208800360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/emotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6346011518208800360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6346011518208800360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/emotional.html' title='Emotional.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SmC65e5rZiI/AAAAAAAACd8/Dn2HIvkKhio/s72-c/DSC_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-282705045938687023</id><published>2009-07-16T20:12:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:45:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pain deep inside and i don't know why, maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;think life's good enough just that most of us often take things for granted, like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think.. We have nice clothes to wear, nice food to eat! &amp;amp;nice place to stay in .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why are most of us always grumbling that our life's bad? I don't understand why i am like this too. I should seriously stop complaining so much &amp;amp; be grateful.&lt;/div&gt;Surrendered my admin card today. Laughed alot with jasmine these few days. Urg, am so gonna miss it. I am gonna miss all my classmates after tml ): Mum's asking me to find a design course for like maybe a few months before finding a job. She told me maybe NAFA/laselle course? At first, she wants me to work like everyday. She says i can't earn much by just working a few days in a wk but if you ask me to work everyday i won't have other time to learn something outside like what they want me to. &amp;amp; by the time i reached home, i will be damm tired. I think after tomorrow last day, my life would be boring w/o classmates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously damm fugging sian till ..no mood to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously miss &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;very badly ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;They say love is blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-282705045938687023?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/282705045938687023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-and-that_2491.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/282705045938687023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/282705045938687023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-and-that_2491.html' title='I feel pain deep inside and i don&apos;t know why, maybe'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8048936851776520631</id><published>2009-07-15T19:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:45:50.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unstoppable~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;One moment, i feel like blogging. Another moment, i don't have the mood already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling damm tired &amp;amp; sick these few days, i don't know why. (sleepy mood). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway there's no school today but i went back to watch lunchtime performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need just some time to get back my blogging feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Edited yaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, finally have some photos to upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch lunchtime performance, but didn't took any photos with my cca people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped them and left earlier after taking their dance videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela &amp;amp; me took some pictures with aubin. That prettye! Well, enjoy in stagearts(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sl3rPVA7xfI/AAAAAAAACdk/80qo7KqedEo/s320/aubin+and+me+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358697780212385266" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sl3rGU9jwZI/AAAAAAAACdc/TJGIUhQdSsY/s320/me+and+aubin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358697625579405714" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sl3rdkdG0TI/AAAAAAAACds/tcZlaLUgFxI/s320/angela+and+aubin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698024875249970" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8048936851776520631?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8048936851776520631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/badly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8048936851776520631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8048936851776520631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/badly.html' title='Edited.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sl3rPVA7xfI/AAAAAAAACdk/80qo7KqedEo/s72-c/aubin+and+me+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4811823427920445865</id><published>2009-07-15T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:35:47.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's not a bed of roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know life is never fair. It's simple yet not easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since i got into poly, so many things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;So many things which i've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); "&gt;never ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt; thought of will happen on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i've grown up quite alot after all these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all these obstacles, i've got closer to god too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope from now on, i won't regret whatever things i've done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;I miss the times, badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic; "&gt;I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4811823427920445865?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4811823427920445865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-not-bed-of-roses_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4811823427920445865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4811823427920445865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-not-bed-of-roses_15.html' title='Life&apos;s not a bed of roses'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3443581343652470219</id><published>2009-07-12T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:50:12.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;DOVA &amp;amp; YINGYI! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlnaA93tsfI/AAAAAAAACdM/OvCIiBDn8nk/s1600-h/DOVA+AND+YINGYI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlnaA93tsfI/AAAAAAAACdM/OvCIiBDn8nk/s400/DOVA+AND+YINGYI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357552941877015026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, really thanks dova these days so much for being there for me(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's don't think so much, together. Let's update each other okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yingyi although you don't know how to console people hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still thanks for always talking to me HAHAHA! :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-3443581343652470219?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3443581343652470219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/dova-yingyi-2-darlings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3443581343652470219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3443581343652470219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/dova-yingyi-2-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlnaA93tsfI/AAAAAAAACdM/OvCIiBDn8nk/s72-c/DOVA+AND+YINGYI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5982431779690709119</id><published>2009-07-12T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:13:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The amazing father has given us the strength(: I know i am not alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Back from church(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbA5ysUNmfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbA5ysUNmfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5982431779690709119?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5982431779690709119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing-father-has-given-us-strength-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5982431779690709119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5982431779690709119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing-father-has-given-us-strength-i.html' title='The amazing father has given us the strength(: &lt;br&gt;I know i am not alone.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4140626088742266471</id><published>2009-07-11T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:47:31.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is my saviour!(:</title><content type='html'>I love myself so much haha! Suddenly, felt like i did something.&lt;div&gt;Went church today, youth grp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; today, liu chuan dao came so most of the youth ppl came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, talked alot. One by one came up, talked about alot things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, it's super fun &amp;amp; good experience i swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that is like, helping people pray. Everyone, together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One by one is to take turns to help pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never put my hands like this like help people to pray before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But suddenly i felt like, god gave me the strength. He passed me his strength to me!(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the praying thing, we're to come up one by one to say how we feel being prayed by so many people together and also helping people pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That feeling, is cannot describe one luh!(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like.. Is like everyone helping you to pray, you can feel the strength and love there for you. You're never alone, you know. Before that i was unhappy about school's stuffs, some other things.. and wasn't in a very good mood, but after that i felt like i got back some confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is like, everyone passed down their strength and love to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They share the strength with you, everybody there is happy and strong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we had food to eat MUHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh like mad everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on, my name is ANNA SUI HOR! MUHAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4140626088742266471?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4140626088742266471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/jesus-is-my-saviour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4140626088742266471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4140626088742266471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/jesus-is-my-saviour.html' title='Jesus is my saviour!(:'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-379799344923080476</id><published>2009-07-11T10:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:59:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down down down</title><content type='html'>Fucking sad.&lt;div&gt;I promised myself i must sleep well yesterday, for once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept till morning, wokeup tearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i burst into tears now, i feel like vomiting. I don't wna vomit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep controlling but i really feel like crying out loud )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like screaming, i feel like shouting, i feel like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why i am feeling like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &amp;amp; that, make me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till i feel like vomiting, i eat and feel like vomiting halfway -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if ppl care what i write here, i want to write i really don't wna hide anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can just surrender my admin card on monday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that goes to the end of the day i can be with MGBD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to surrender it by friday ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me sad enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much more, adding in that. I am not sad only bec of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; also that, that adds up to a ..... killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been like this. I have never cried again and again bec of  that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think for you, can't you don't give me a I-don't-know answer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you think? Think of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like slapping myself man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least now i am not gonna regret cause i have asked what i wna ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask and do what i can do already. I can do nothing now too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubts already, i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-379799344923080476?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/379799344923080476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/379799344923080476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/379799344923080476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-why.html' title='Down down down'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3225534376122540219</id><published>2009-07-11T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:59:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, one day, one part of the world</title><content type='html'>我覺得我更懂事了&lt;div&gt;After one another, again &amp;amp; again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我學乖了? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(laughs ):)&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/2542016604068601465-3225534376122540219?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3225534376122540219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-one-another-again-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3225534376122540219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3225534376122540219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-one-another-again-again.html' title='Maybe, one day, one part of the world'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-7909636249967199966</id><published>2009-07-10T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:02:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to be happy about actually</title><content type='html'>I recieve my letter of stopping mgbd and surrendering my admin card alrdy. &lt;div&gt;Handing in that letter on monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have practically nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-7909636249967199966?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7909636249967199966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-recieve-my-letter-of-stopping-mgbd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7909636249967199966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7909636249967199966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-recieve-my-letter-of-stopping-mgbd.html' title='Nothing to be happy about actually'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2311881699958420849</id><published>2009-07-10T21:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:08:38.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Others before self</title><content type='html'>Everything just come at once.&lt;div&gt;I am alrdy very vexed about that thing, &amp;amp; here comes my cousin's thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped &amp;amp; helped but endedup i got all those shit. Scoldings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything my fault, my wrong yah. I am stupid yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, i am not gonna help anyone anymore no matter who the fuck you're. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you say yes or .....no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why people like to say i don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me feel more sad and confused only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know? Then? Everything's over already? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know i feel? I don't know, really doesn't help at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wondering if i should reply to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, i am thinking for you first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubts, is still there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally cannot describe how i feel now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need someone to talk to, but none of my friends i can talk to about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not none, but i just.. don't know how to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wna disturb 'em really, but i really need someone to talk to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, thanks dova anyway (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2311881699958420849?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2311881699958420849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2311881699958420849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2311881699958420849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Others before self'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8049898639560892900</id><published>2009-07-10T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:43:54.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ever</title><content type='html'>Can't imagine my life without dance and MGBD classmates soon.&lt;div&gt;You won't understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do you understand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering only makes things worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should i do now? Is like again, nothing i can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting dova later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8049898639560892900?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8049898639560892900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8049898639560892900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8049898639560892900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-ever.html' title='Never ever'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5574038972961683809</id><published>2009-07-10T01:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:12:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep posting nonstop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;痛痛快快的哭一塲.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;red nose block nose red eye very nice hahaha T________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do i explain it to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it does hurts that i have to leave mgbd classmates soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts, really much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do i explain it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much worst when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;'s added in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling no good, who will feel good you tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; is not like, i am starting another course soon and still will be able to see 'em next few sememster often. Imagine i will be working soon and it's like 2 diff worlds with my classmates already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i might not be seeing them that often after i change course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing is, i am starting my new course next year. NOT THIS YEAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will i feel, try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i choose this path myself. Nobody force me i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i really feel very down now, i really don't know how to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not excited that i can have like 'free' holidays soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not at all i feel happy. &amp;amp; i meant it but who will believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What hurts most is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand, totally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i seriously don't know how to tell you actually i am not okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not at all feeling fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; do you understand how i feel now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, is not like i will be able to see classmates this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is next yr, and not that often anymore. Much worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only my new course starting this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still Care, i know but i still feel sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crying out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5574038972961683809?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5574038972961683809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-posting-nonstop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5574038972961683809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5574038972961683809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-posting-nonstop.html' title='Keep posting nonstop'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2936730208808202565</id><published>2009-07-10T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:27:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;Cry till can vomit.&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, cheerup dova ngo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am gonna meet you soon! Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(she won't be seeing too i think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That girl, still sauy 24/7 can call her if i am unhappy and need someone to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still say i call, she sleeping also will pick up, HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly girl lah. Just now just called, also never pick -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she also sleeping already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to ask her wna meet tomorrow anot, i got nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not attending school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2936730208808202565?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2936730208808202565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2936730208808202565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2936730208808202565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5784760238957802266</id><published>2009-07-09T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:45:47.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So niceeeeeeee me like me want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlXz_3s8uGI/AAAAAAAACc8/-_hlksgjhFk/s1600-h/FLORIDA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlXz_3s8uGI/AAAAAAAACc8/-_hlksgjhFk/s400/FLORIDA1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455610436860002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlXz_f8TPXI/AAAAAAAACcs/mXdxdHJadgY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlXz_f8TPXI/AAAAAAAACcs/mXdxdHJadgY/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455604058799474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlXz_otX1II/AAAAAAAACc0/wTx8nXt5sWw/s400/studdeddenimshorts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455606412104834" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlX0eFRT9lI/AAAAAAAACdE/tfV0aX3XAa0/s400/LK5461aV_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356456129475114578" /&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/2542016604068601465-5784760238957802266?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5784760238957802266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-niceeeeeeee-me-like-me-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5784760238957802266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5784760238957802266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-niceeeeeeee-me-like-me-want.html' title='So niceeeeeeee me like me want'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlXz_3s8uGI/AAAAAAAACc8/-_hlksgjhFk/s72-c/FLORIDA1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-7863449938231029360</id><published>2009-07-09T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:31:40.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do miss though</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA looking at blogshops.&lt;div&gt;(Big eyes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing better to do, don't plan to do integraded assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i am alrdy dropping out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms sherlyn say i still need to do till i recieve the letter though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gagagaga, i wna upload those nice blogshop's clothes pickkktures later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buhbye.&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/2542016604068601465-7863449938231029360?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7863449938231029360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-do-miss-though.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7863449938231029360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7863449938231029360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-do-miss-though.html' title='I do miss though'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8396342311425709290</id><published>2009-07-09T15:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:35:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Edited, 5.45pm) I am, wondering &amp; wondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I like this dress! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yayyyyy me like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlW5VXlOuNI/AAAAAAAACck/5nGAMYu1wic/s1600-h/LK5461aV_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlW5VXlOuNI/AAAAAAAACck/5nGAMYu1wic/s400/LK5461aV_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356391108585634002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice rightszx gagagagagagaga, me like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want. Omg suddenly think money is so impt LOL ;O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am going to find work with alyssa most prob after my course things settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earn money then buy things gaggagagagsxz okay set lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlWca1xBLvI/AAAAAAAACcc/Ri3hBLvAmzY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlWca1xBLvI/AAAAAAAACcc/Ri3hBLvAmzY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356359316750282482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlWcagoNlnI/AAAAAAAACcU/5AktSa0fquM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlWcagoNlnI/AAAAAAAACcU/5AktSa0fquM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356359311076202098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went school for nothing today cause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, there's no school on thursday. As in, no lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just our own time, free and easy do our work. Just that got mark attendance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I didn't know those classmates who're working on redcard project are excused today. &amp;amp; Plus this, so little people came to school today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst is, my table none came lor! Wthhhhhhh-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went to sit with adam and sharifah they all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played typing maniac like siao just now, HAHAHA finally reached level 9 lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharifah was like, ''fire!'', ''ice!'', ''slow slow!!''. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam was like reading out the words for me. HAHA like funny only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Oh, Mr James so nice yuh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still the nicest teacher i think, to me lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually he knew i am dropping out of the course already long ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; he's happy for me that at least i am going to do smth i like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last sentence very funny uh, he said i can go home alrdy mah cause i got nothing to do &amp;amp; he marked my attendance alrdy unless i wna support my classmates there. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHHHH i saw GEL &amp;amp; CHEEEEEEERYLLLLLLL today :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still thinking whether i would see cheryl at nursing block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw someone who is wearing the same skirt as her, i thought it was her. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i continue walking, saw her! HAHA! &amp;amp; angela :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite funny lah the scene lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay have my stomach is very pain now D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend uhhhhhhhzxs. Zzzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8396342311425709290?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8396342311425709290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/mr-james-so-nice-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8396342311425709290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8396342311425709290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/mr-james-so-nice-still.html' title='(Edited, 5.45pm) I am, wondering &amp; wondering.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlW5VXlOuNI/AAAAAAAACck/5nGAMYu1wic/s72-c/LK5461aV_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5044559206096220328</id><published>2009-07-09T00:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:02:47.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe.</title><content type='html'>Every night, i hope to wait till..&lt;div&gt;I fall asleep every night waiting......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always, still believe there's reason behind everything people do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walao, i feel like deleting my links-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to just format it and set it as one day's posts when people view my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the whole row beside is so long cause there's like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Links, plurk, tagbox, &amp;amp; etc. Oh i deleted my profile picture HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't like the row to be so long, it annoying lol -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know should i or not delete links. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh or i feel like deleting plurk too luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like alot of things beside. The row of links make me feel irritated. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like one whole chunk of links there, wah really feel like dumping 'em in trash box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if i can) -.- Hahaha like asif can click and drag to trash lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebooks notes so fun i keep doing lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i am having stomachache now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Periods, hate it. Make me lose my appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why, but it just feels like one day never see will die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5044559206096220328?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5044559206096220328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5044559206096220328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5044559206096220328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/believe.html' title='Believe.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8523894964287049667</id><published>2009-07-08T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:26:28.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeat is not bitter unless you swallow it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlRz5ikruEI/AAAAAAAACcE/W7wd0X0OsYU/s1600-h/Photo+538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlRz5ikruEI/AAAAAAAACcE/W7wd0X0OsYU/s400/Photo+538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356033289220765762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No school today as some of our classmates have presentation at the company they help 'em to do the project. goodluckkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring boring boring, i can't help but continue saying this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am bored, yes BOREDDDDDDDDDDDDDSXZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very sleepyyyy too but i wna go out nobody ask me out yuh ah byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8523894964287049667?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8523894964287049667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/defeat-is-not-bitter-unless-you-swallow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8523894964287049667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8523894964287049667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/defeat-is-not-bitter-unless-you-swallow.html' title='Defeat is not bitter unless you swallow it'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlRz5ikruEI/AAAAAAAACcE/W7wd0X0OsYU/s72-c/Photo+538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3449464541349658444</id><published>2009-07-08T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:36:22.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally i can upload pictures-.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those pictures, forgotten when i take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to upload bec of my chui face and sweat wet hair after playing don't know what with my goddaughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweat till..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN4lcb4zYI/AAAAAAAACbM/SOzOIa-6y18/s1600-h/Photo+516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN4lcb4zYI/AAAAAAAACbM/SOzOIa-6y18/s320/Photo+516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756966557306242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2S3jKvEI/AAAAAAAACac/EXZAndAFArk/s1600-h/Photo+508+11-44-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2S3jKvEI/AAAAAAAACac/EXZAndAFArk/s320/Photo+508+11-44-33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355754448394828866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2SsJY4WI/AAAAAAAACaU/IBM0SnlNoHU/s1600-h/Photo+491+11-44-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2SsJY4WI/AAAAAAAACaU/IBM0SnlNoHU/s320/Photo+491+11-44-33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355754445333913954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2SWAIT4I/AAAAAAAACaM/B63lbbDriKg/s1600-h/hahahahaahahahahha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2SWAIT4I/AAAAAAAACaM/B63lbbDriKg/s320/hahahahaahahahahha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355754439389499266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2SJ7TQPI/AAAAAAAACaE/tJsrtp8qH9Q/s1600-h/FELNE+AND+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN2SJ7TQPI/AAAAAAAACaE/tJsrtp8qH9Q/s320/FELNE+AND+ME.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355754436148019442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN4W3dVV-I/AAAAAAAACas/CuqAqQgtzN4/s320/OMGGGGGG.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756716113090530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carebears :D I love the orange one tooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still love my yellow ones.&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/2542016604068601465-3449464541349658444?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3449464541349658444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3449464541349658444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3449464541349658444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/gold.html' title='Gold.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SlN4lcb4zYI/AAAAAAAACbM/SOzOIa-6y18/s72-c/Photo+516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4948976095448053068</id><published>2009-07-08T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:16:25.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heartbeat is singing something</title><content type='html'>My blog is boring w/o pictures. &amp;amp; blogger don't let me upload pictures. &lt;div&gt;No choice, my blog posts are all words words and words recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laugh alot, sleep alot&lt;/span&gt; in lessons. Good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, SDN accept me &amp;amp; SIDM here approve to let me drop out luh. Both sides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, i just have to wait for the letter to tell me when to stop my course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, kind of sad. Actually, I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk luh, just some things.... I know might be abit stupid but uhyuh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, make me don't feel like leaving mgbd. Really.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiya... Don't know luh don't know what now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i am very lazy to update my private journal. Will update tml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyah whatever la. Grrrrrugh, be happy please yiling (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4948976095448053068?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4948976095448053068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbeat-is-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4948976095448053068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4948976095448053068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbeat-is-singing.html' title='My heartbeat is singing something'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8376203084313174634</id><published>2009-07-07T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:58:27.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Walao eh, what's wrong with blogger ah!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bloodyhell, can't upload any pics till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Irritating one leh, i want move house to xanga lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bloggers sucks? D: I thought blogger's always the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why now can't upload URGHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8376203084313174634?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8376203084313174634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/walao-eh-whats-wrong-with-blogger-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8376203084313174634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8376203084313174634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/walao-eh-whats-wrong-with-blogger-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8564351245880166320</id><published>2009-07-06T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:11:22.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise.</title><content type='html'>Walao eh, blogger seriously wtf one lor. &lt;div&gt;Till now no pictures can be uploaded. Very nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using my brother's old chui phone now. Wthhhhhh. My phone spoil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School reopen, oh wells nice to see my classmates again luh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm but then lessons quite boring and as usual makes me super sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i felt very guilty if lecturer explain to me and ask me how isit am i okay with this that etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause ..They also don't know i am dropping out of the course luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like really super feel like telling 'em.. Actually cher, i dropping out of this course :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiyah, whatever it is.. I am not in a very good mood today either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8564351245880166320?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8564351245880166320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8564351245880166320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8564351245880166320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8595077660889684652</id><published>2009-07-06T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:04:50.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate like so much for dinner and i can't go to sleep simply because, &lt;div&gt;I feel so terrible :/ lol, serves me right? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't eat anything for breakfast except drinking soya bean milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then along the way to all saints home, i drank alot of water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too full for lunch cause it feels like my stomach is full of liquid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still manage to eat a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; then, dinner! What i ate? randy &amp;amp; jasmine got a big shock too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-penang char kuey tiao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mocha ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Real filled durian puffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bakerzin cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-3 chicken wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-3 drumplets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-So many sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-100plus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK LOOK! O______O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA OKAY I AM VRY FULL AND I CANNOT GO TO SLEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodluck lesson at 8.30 am later somemore -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8595077660889684652?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8595077660889684652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-ate-like-so-much-for-dinner-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8595077660889684652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8595077660889684652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-ate-like-so-much-for-dinner-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8187022233846741391</id><published>2009-07-05T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:25:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA, today was great lol! &lt;div&gt;Went 'All Saints Home' at kovan to bai my ahgong. 11th death anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw some of my cousins there. Finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, went eat lunch &amp;amp; train-ed back to yishun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to church, haha pretty early today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohyah bec of the new circle line! SO DAMM FAST Y'KNOW! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's even better then taking taxi -.- Muhahah. Seriously, very fasttttttt yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since so early reach church, went to the children's room find jiaxuan they all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So longggggg never see the cute children alrdy! Heh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember when jiaxuan ask me ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;''Why your name is NUMBER one?''&lt;/span&gt;. (in a so innocent way). Awwwww. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She very cute luh, my name number.. lol. Actually, it is lah. LOL TEN. 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna find a nice strawberry biscuit for her! The previous time when i bought the biscuit it's chocolate one, for her twin brother and her &amp;amp; she told me she like strawberry one more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still remember, she asked me today ..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;''that time you say strawberry biscuit for me leh''&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, HAHA OHYAH :/ lol! I will buy next week (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always find 'em in children's room. Y'knw children are really lovable :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been very long since i last fall asleep in church lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing :D BUT today i nearly fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's bec i wokeup too early today to go bai ahgong luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA ANYWAY CHURCH SERVICE TODAY WAS GOOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pastor gave me rambutans hahaha! When church ends, &amp;amp; everybody went behind to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yesterday, commented or chat with alvin in facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church friend, &amp;amp; he was damm funny. I thought he ZUAI or what sial only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wall comment thingy was getting longer and longer, like super long. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to upload the snap shot(very funny), but then ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOGGER'S BEING SUCHA BASTARD STILL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha okay nevermind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going np soon, buy ear piece! MINE SPOIL )))): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuh okay bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8187022233846741391?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8187022233846741391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8187022233846741391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8187022233846741391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2493482823454905475</id><published>2009-07-04T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:32:59.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion grows everyday..</title><content type='html'>Wtf, i blog everything and now suddenly, all gone. &lt;div&gt;And blogger's being SERIOUSLY SUCHA ASSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't upload any pictures up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WALAO, I JUST BLOGGED AND EVERYTHING GONE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T WNA BLOG ALRDY LAH, I AM SO LAZY AND TIRED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to wakeup ultra early tml to go to the church there cause it's my grandpa 11th death anni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; after tht chiong back to yishun church for service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like today, i chiong to st andrews church and then back to yishun church for fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired only :/ lol. Okay, i am kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye. AM VERY VERY LAZY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2493482823454905475?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2493482823454905475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/dissapointeddownlowlowlow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2493482823454905475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2493482823454905475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/dissapointeddownlowlowlow.html' title='Confusion grows everyday..'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6535738782169943652</id><published>2009-07-04T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:11:55.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Blogger's being sucha ass. I can't upload any pictures up here. &lt;div&gt;My msn's being sucha bitch yesterday too. Not msn, is connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep losing my connection &amp;amp; i have to reconnect again &amp;amp; again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i keep dc dc dc. Happily dc-ing man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't recieve what people type to me too when i keep dc-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fugging irritating i swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i seriously got no mood yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling so sleepy &amp;amp; down. Urgh, i hate that feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going st andrew church now. Go support my pastor there lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evening, back to yishun church for fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i always ask people to smile whenever they're unhappy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that doesn't mean, i always smile because i am really happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye, i am lazy and sad now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6535738782169943652?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6535738782169943652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-it-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6535738782169943652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6535738782169943652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-it-hate-it.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6515352730475786434</id><published>2009-07-03T21:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:46:51.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my heart.</title><content type='html'>Feel so damm sleepy today, i think bec i ate running nose medicine. &lt;div&gt;Actually i just sneezed a few times, quickly go eat flu medicine lol! Crazy only ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokeup early, went town with mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk walk, shophop, bought few things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus-ed back to yishun, i slept throughout in the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was feeling seriously tired x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to aunt's house, slept again. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that ate dinner, went back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i ate alot today :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tml will be whole day church day? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning going to st andrew's church to listen to my pastor giving talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My church is yishun's one luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that don't know till what time, evening still must go bck to yishun church for fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i can't even perform anything after i read that email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i am going to church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set set set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that, i didn't say/ show it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6515352730475786434?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6515352730475786434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6515352730475786434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6515352730475786434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy-day.html' title='In my heart.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4713261191890157</id><published>2009-07-02T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:07:30.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe my friend's friend got h1n1. &lt;div&gt;Nyp's second one! I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg lah........ h1n1 is so scary to me, suddenly. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i always think, if you're fated to get no matter where you go, it's the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i always don't care about these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh anyway, i feel so damm sleepy suddenly x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like seriously very tired now idk why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super deh duper sleepyyyyyyyyyy. Like no energy like that lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Wtf i forget i can't go dance on sat again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause i have to go to another church for some things in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; my church's pastor ask us all to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; my family is going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, shit. I forget it totally and still told my dancemates that i'm gng on sat ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4713261191890157?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4713261191890157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-believe-my-friends-friend-got-h1n1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4713261191890157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4713261191890157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-believe-my-friends-friend-got-h1n1.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8151004826500258312</id><published>2009-07-02T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:16:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am a happygirl, yesterday! HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay uh, i should be happy everyday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou for the h20 too, uncle! Although my uncle won't be seeing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know, i was dancing and they gave me h2o. I think my mum won't do that, awww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy says she wna take half day off tomorrow and ask me to acc her to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bras basar? to see church songs. lol. I think after that i would wna, ciao her money :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever i hope aunt can go too, the more the merrier. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss someone! Whatever. hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye, i am boreddddddddddddddddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh people tag me notes in FB, i would be very happy to do. lol! Bore myself :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8151004826500258312?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8151004826500258312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/firs-time-i-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8151004826500258312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8151004826500258312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/firs-time-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5268995584698643614</id><published>2009-07-01T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:38:22.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long.</title><content type='html'>After so long, today finally dance &amp;amp; sweat like last time. &lt;div&gt;I haven't been sweating like this for a very long time D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yerp, today's great. &amp;amp; So nice, we're practicing just in front of my block;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That yishun dom. I run there, 1 minute only lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhhhh but yerp, today's so nice. Sweating &amp;amp; dancing. i really miss it....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; anyway i think most people don't rly understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah my mum doesn't want me to dance after i get into VC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, the paper work of my course is not done yet so she isn't that angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She won't be that unhappy either. That is why, i can go dance still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after the paper work is done, she wants me to go work &amp;amp; not dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When VC course starts, she won't want me to dance anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is what i promised her too before that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yuh, but i still miss dancing. Although i ain't really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeeeeeee~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5268995584698643614?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5268995584698643614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5268995584698643614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5268995584698643614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-so-long.html' title='After so long.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4566749235577045154</id><published>2009-07-01T02:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:45:28.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchardddddddd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Skpc5MgdwUI/AAAAAAAACXs/Ddi9y2ZsHww/s320/KJHJKJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353193244762947906" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo of the day! TALLEST &amp;amp; SHORTEST! &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Orchard with angela, cheryl &amp;amp; doreen ;D&lt;div&gt;Funnnnnnnnn but tiring. I went home with aching legs &amp;amp; don't know why lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh, i saw eunice my church friend in wisma just now! Sucha coincidence :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too lazy to edit pictures, just dump everything into a collage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Else when i upload, it would be too many pictures and it's so damm messy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I am lazy to arrange lol! I ta boh leh tahan my aching legs x.x Can't sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i will upload 'em in facebook also. My eyes are frigging dry and painful too now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Skpavc6lR-I/AAAAAAAACWc/lrpvSlSHefI/s320/eat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353190878345512930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to NANA thai to eat? At.. Far east, if i am not wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpbKTpZH8I/AAAAAAAACXM/i7Sv3drfPxw/s320/randim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353191339713961922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Skpav26v0OI/AAAAAAAACWs/iWu6TWoJ8wE/s320/gel+and+dor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353190885325525218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpbJxaR3SI/AAAAAAAACW0/oDbs2Dy9G8k/s320/hhhhhhhhhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353191330523766050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpavG4G71I/AAAAAAAACWU/B7VodQcVZmQ/s320/doreren+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353190872429555538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Skpc5LoY26I/AAAAAAAACXk/iYRvE1nVOHA/s320/knjcakFGDQEGH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353193244527745954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpavItbpGI/AAAAAAAACWM/jO5JFVMc1pY/s320/che+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353190872921646178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpbJ5BFVpI/AAAAAAAACW8/C4S0qCxFUPw/s320/love+stage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353191332565571218" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpbRLdx6qI/AAAAAAAACXc/A07O4VQvMu0/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353191457776855714" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpbKTf771I/AAAAAAAACXU/MtOv5WnlO_g/s320/subway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353191339674300242" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUBYWAYYYYYYYYYY :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkpbKFsJATI/AAAAAAAACXE/c12tdAzDFt4/s320/others.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353191335967392050" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Skpavt863SI/AAAAAAAACWk/qeBUdshY_po/s320/four+ppl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353190882918718754" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all, bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4566749235577045154?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4566749235577045154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/orchardddddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4566749235577045154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4566749235577045154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/orchardddddddd.html' title='Orchardddddddd.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Skpc5MgdwUI/AAAAAAAACXs/Ddi9y2ZsHww/s72-c/KJHJKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6122965477218951142</id><published>2009-06-30T11:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:14:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiayou.</title><content type='html'>Going out with angela, cheryl &amp;amp; doreen now. &lt;div&gt;Missed  e learnings work, didn't do any at all lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall asleep while wanting to do the topic on MICHAEL JACKSON in e learning for modern pop culture -.- Don't even know whether now i still need to do work anot. Since i'm alr dropping out of this course. Zzzzzzzz. I don't wna do leh. Like boring only. What Michael Jackson lol. I don't even listen to his music. Don't even need to say the music videos, so damm long. the one miss tina send us the link. -____- LIKE BORING. REALLY BORING ;/ Other then the moonwalk thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update again at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muaaaaaaa.&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/2542016604068601465-6122965477218951142?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6122965477218951142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-with-angela-cheryl-doreen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6122965477218951142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6122965477218951142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-with-angela-cheryl-doreen.html' title='Jiayou.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3402796191466145179</id><published>2009-06-29T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:04:10.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky.</title><content type='html'>I was feeling so damm irritated just now. &lt;div&gt;Helped cousin, endedup bec of my 'stupid mouth' i kana all scoldings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sacrifice my day leh, excuse me? I didn't go anywhere for godness sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still have the damm fk to ask me t shut my mouth up &amp;amp; nonsense making her got those shit stuffs. Like seriously lah wtf, i help &amp;amp; i got these. WTF, don't believe in me don't ask me next time at all. &amp;amp; don't even send a message at all. I don't give a fking damm please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool down man, later watching this hk drama show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My relative lend us like SUPER FRIGGING ALOT OF HK SHOWS. ALOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkirxKGW87I/AAAAAAAACQk/dHjPGICe95o/s400/tai_ji.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352717018142798770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The songs  in superwoman KTV is all nice :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the cd cover too :/ So damm nice &amp;amp; high classsssssssyyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkitiNbm_uI/AAAAAAAACQs/_aNYmDL7SA4/s320/440919936_8CEyn-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352718960362454754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-3402796191466145179?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3402796191466145179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3402796191466145179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3402796191466145179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucky.html' title='Sucky.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkirxKGW87I/AAAAAAAACQk/dHjPGICe95o/s72-c/tai_ji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5566332212886151087</id><published>2009-06-29T15:44:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:55:25.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他說助人為快樂之本</title><content type='html'>Oh i cannot go to anywhere today. Ghees. &lt;div&gt;Cause, something happen &amp;amp; i have to takecare of my goddaughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks, not taking care of her sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mother, don't wna tell me what happen. I don't understand what happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate people to tell me to do some things without telling me the reason and what happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not that i don't wna help. But she doesn't want to tell me why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then? I do for nothing, is like, at least you must tell me what happened right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my life too one, i go plans one leh. And is last minute, telling me these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i last minute, cnnt go anywhere. Sucks. Sucks sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my life seriously sucks? lol. Alot of things happening but i didn't blog here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restricted you know. Super RESTRICTED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, got to learn to love my own life cause it's what god gave me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must learn to love myself too(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything will be alright i tell myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep, and wake up tomorrow will be better day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5566332212886151087?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5566332212886151087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-say-zhu-ren-wei-kuai-le-zhi-ben_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5566332212886151087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5566332212886151087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-say-zhu-ren-wei-kuai-le-zhi-ben_29.html' title='他說助人為快樂之本'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8122563485170474087</id><published>2009-06-29T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:31:17.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>Currently feeling very vex. &lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i just shouted at my grandma :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM FEELING VERY DOWN &amp;amp; VEX, SERIOUSLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i feel so damm bloody restricted in blogging here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can i just delete this blog! If only there's some way to lock posts in blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very irritated now )': I don't know why. Seriously very fucking i don't know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i got no one to talk to now about this. I don't know who to talk to about this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm vex about EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8122563485170474087?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8122563485170474087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8122563485170474087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8122563485170474087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3514247099136752999</id><published>2009-06-29T03:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:26:46.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;These kind of things never go right for me. It always never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know what to say now. &lt;div&gt;I know how you feel, i know what's your reason of being so fedup now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not you so of course i don't know exactly what happened. Although i know the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not another person too so i cannot say or comment anything about other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause in the end, i also don't know what really happened and how other people feel during that situation. I know that kind of feeling whereby you feel very frustrated and you don't know what to do. &amp;amp; I can't say anything either cause i don't know what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i know, you are very confused and you don't know what to say too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't blame anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, i leave everything to god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will help me decide, &amp;amp; help everyone decide(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-3514247099136752999?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3514247099136752999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-kind-of-things-never-go-right-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3514247099136752999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3514247099136752999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-kind-of-things-never-go-right-for.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-9136535540999721926</id><published>2009-06-28T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:28:50.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuckkkkiiiiieeeeeeeyyyy.</title><content type='html'>Why H1N1 appear in singapore? Tsk. &lt;div&gt;Now, we even need to take temperature before going into our church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H1N1 is really number one killer now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway after church service today, went jurong point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad don't wna fetch me there, he says IS RAINING GO YOUR OWN UH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmd ): Lol. Yishun to boon lay is frigging far can anot -_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went there, meet cousin. Jurong point's really big now uhhhhsz. Zzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy eating and shopping there. &amp;amp; Oh my hp didn't ring at all today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Means, nobody sms me or call me. Uhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ignore me i am too boredddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TO GO SENTOSA. I WANT TO SUNTAN. SUNBURNT MYSELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol who wna acc me! Alyssa? Doreen? Anyone! ?????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking way too much of things in the taxi while on the way back to yishun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School? &amp;amp; everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't stop thinking. Too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-9136535540999721926?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9136535540999721926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/yuckkkkiiiiieeeeeeeyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/9136535540999721926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/9136535540999721926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/yuckkkkiiiiieeeeeeeyyyy.html' title='Yuckkkkiiiiieeeeeeeyyyy.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4920850152833371971</id><published>2009-06-28T12:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:33:37.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting whole day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally had a good sleep yesterday. Fall asleep at 12plus and wokeup at 12plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howeverrrrrrrr, idk why my pimples are spaming my right side of face D:&lt;/div&gt;Okay my family, aunt and grandma all are watching this 2 korean dramas now.&lt;div&gt;I want to watch HK dramas not korean ones but okay lah, both are nice though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one below is nice. Tittled- Golden Bride 黃金新娘.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkbwUn-m0WI/AAAAAAAACQM/RFtWouGj2m4/s1600-h/200902-28-203224-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkbwUn-m0WI/AAAAAAAACQM/RFtWouGj2m4/s400/200902-28-203224-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229444296036706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkbwcvKj93I/AAAAAAAACQU/8OUX_OITTQ4/s400/49c1d9945398e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229583664183154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this, is tittled- That woman is scary 殘酷的愛.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Skbwkpio9OI/AAAAAAAACQc/lxNv030jJGg/s400/thatwomanscary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229719593514210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the first one is nicer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, going to church service soon after bathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; after that, jurong point with cousin &amp;amp; goddaughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye! Update again at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4920850152833371971?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4920850152833371971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-whole-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4920850152833371971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4920850152833371971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-whole-day.html' title='Waiting whole day'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkbwUn-m0WI/AAAAAAAACQM/RFtWouGj2m4/s72-c/200902-28-203224-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2226896136498351048</id><published>2009-06-27T15:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:18:30.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T______T</title><content type='html'>Went dance today. Initially was firm in making that decision that i didn't wanted to.&lt;div&gt;Now, i seems to be hesitating. After going today again, i'm like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bi jing, i also did spend time with every one there for over 1 year already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a human with feelings. I still can't put it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i don't know how, i don't know what to do. Promises promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't like people to break promise, so i know i shouldn't too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, really......... I don't know how to explain everything in face with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suck at words. The more i say, the more i )': &amp;amp; i can't talk properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not going to sec sch class outing later too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am going to youth fellowship in church later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, quite miss my sec sch classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, having headache now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't sleep. No matter what songs i listen to, how i toss around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even bella lullaby- the river flows in me doesn't make me go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling very tired but i just couldn't go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to church soon for fellowship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma is watching this HK drama;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkXuzpWsCRI/AAAAAAAACPs/J9f9Uluhcw0/s320/j5fguc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351946303241455890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my family is HK drama and Korean shows crazyyyiezxs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old shows, new shows of HK and Korean ones. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They occupy the tv for like whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma can like stare at the tv screen till 11plus pm -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; then my mum is watching too inside the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, i leh STARE AT LAPPY LOR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i like to watch HK dramas but these days i no mood sial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently i just stare at my lappy for long hours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2226896136498351048?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2226896136498351048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2226896136498351048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2226896136498351048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/tt.html' title='T______T'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkXuzpWsCRI/AAAAAAAACPs/J9f9Uluhcw0/s72-c/j5fguc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-7024974337778464607</id><published>2009-06-27T03:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:08:12.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; POST DELETED &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-7024974337778464607?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7024974337778464607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/actually-i-am-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7024974337778464607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7024974337778464607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/actually-i-am-afraid.html' title='Afraid.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2234277438388209901</id><published>2009-06-26T23:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:32:54.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my carebears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel restricted in blogging hereeeeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkTnDC5lpbI/AAAAAAAACPk/B2AL-ZuYBAQ/s320/Photo+479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351656296727029170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayyyyyyyiiiieee,&lt;/div&gt;Went to school to hand in my appeal letter to drop out of the course. &lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; give school counsellor thankyou card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw angela, she acc-ed me :D Stupid girl laugh at my broken teeth lol.&lt;div&gt;Went back to aunt's house, watched korean dramas &amp;amp; sleep. Tired ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out to eat &amp;amp; i went yishun library to borrow some books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to cousin's house to acc my aunt to takecare niece cause cousin have got OT tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home not long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Someone's reaction is cute just now. I am happy too(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2234277438388209901?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2234277438388209901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-carebears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2234277438388209901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2234277438388209901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-carebears.html' title='I love my carebears'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkTnDC5lpbI/AAAAAAAACPk/B2AL-ZuYBAQ/s72-c/Photo+479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6197622937949978629</id><published>2009-06-26T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:52:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredddsxz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, i like BY2! Cause they're so young &amp;amp; talented and they dance well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOqvqWu43I/AAAAAAAACPM/ZPGY5bvfYzU/s1600-h/U996P28T3D2101016F329DT20080715102916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOqvqWu43I/AAAAAAAACPM/ZPGY5bvfYzU/s320/U996P28T3D2101016F329DT20080715102916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351308518046491506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOqvREoiiI/AAAAAAAACPE/KZkds6a1FGA/s1600-h/U996P28T3D2101016F328DT20080715102916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOqvREoiiI/AAAAAAAACPE/KZkds6a1FGA/s320/U996P28T3D2101016F328DT20080715102916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351308511259691554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOqvCg-Y0I/AAAAAAAACO8/V8iWfag_f60/s1600-h/49cb434b71faf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOqvCg-Y0I/AAAAAAAACO8/V8iWfag_f60/s320/49cb434b71faf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351308507352032066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the one with BANGGGSXZZZZZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; ohyah coco lee is frigging HOT uhhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOrEw3ET0I/AAAAAAAACPU/tPHgWXae3HU/s320/coco-lee-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351308880569978690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i am boredddddddddddd bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeyou soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6197622937949978629?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6197622937949978629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredddsxz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6197622937949978629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6197622937949978629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredddsxz.html' title='Boredddsxz'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkOqvqWu43I/AAAAAAAACPM/ZPGY5bvfYzU/s72-c/U996P28T3D2101016F329DT20080715102916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6001890074352638256</id><published>2009-06-25T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:07:41.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d5xgX7MZ7j0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/d5xgX7MZ7j0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy8LzsEHF00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy8LzsEHF00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6001890074352638256?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6001890074352638256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_5782.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6001890074352638256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6001890074352638256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_5782.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5343138181556672830</id><published>2009-06-25T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:29:51.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must, i need, / i have to?</title><content type='html'>In life, in order to gain something i will have to lose something. &lt;div&gt;Now i gained something, i think it's time for me to sacrifice something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That something that i am hesitating now to giveup on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, i promised my mum, i prayed &amp;amp; make this promise to god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promise isn't meant to be broken to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People must understand, how i feel now. I got really no choice at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sad, i am indeed very sad now. I should be happy now but y'know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate people who break promises, so i shouldn't right? &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/2542016604068601465-5343138181556672830?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5343138181556672830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-i-need-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5343138181556672830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5343138181556672830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-i-need-i-have-to.html' title='I must, i need, / i have to?'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3336690264257004490</id><published>2009-06-25T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:55:55.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD.</title><content type='html'>OMFG! TAHNK GOD!(: &lt;div&gt;SDN ACCEPTED ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt agnes just told me that in office they're doing the paper work alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they still haven't called me. Thanks god!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkMDDuy5eLI/AAAAAAAACO0/1JR-H2tQbao/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351124144882284722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I am sad, for something, for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I am sad for something, something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Kill me, for my never ending thoughts.&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/2542016604068601465-3336690264257004490?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3336690264257004490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3336690264257004490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3336690264257004490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god.html' title='THANK GOD.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkMDDuy5eLI/AAAAAAAACO0/1JR-H2tQbao/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2869067923685252090</id><published>2009-06-24T18:10:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:44:09.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nt feeling well, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;p/s; didn't go for dance, for like so long, my whole body feels abit weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wah finally like, really go out today but i'm bck home so early again.  &lt;div&gt;Went to partyworld today with amysist. &amp;amp; then bishan for movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her friends are late. &amp;amp; we're like so rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause, we sang frm 11am to 2pm at cwp and we movie at bishan start at 2.20. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went back school to take my lappy cover &amp;amp; pass cheryl something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Chiriru&lt;/span&gt;, happy not! Quick say yes okay. I am so nice i know. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, yeah went home with friend(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have 'depression' &amp;amp; attitude lah t_t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;e more i see the carebear hp keychain the more i think it's so damm cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muhahaha. Actually i like orange one also but then this makes me like the yellow carebear more. LOL! Cause it's so cute(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2869067923685252090?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2869067923685252090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2869067923685252090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2869067923685252090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/heh.html' title='I&apos;m nt feeling well, again.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8610780514039820218</id><published>2009-06-23T20:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:46:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish.</title><content type='html'>Pictures of yesterday. I THINK I AM SUPER &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNGLAM&lt;/span&gt;, YA I KNOW! HAHAHA. &lt;div&gt;With my cheryl at amk subway &amp;amp; after that michelle. Muahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one picture of feline. My photoshop got some problem, can't really edit now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look really cui, up till now(days) i don't have appetite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been eating like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 bao, 1 subway cookie FOR THE WHOLE FRIGGING DAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even force down subway cookie down loh ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All bec of my 'good friend', make me no appetite and feel sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot dumbo asshole whatever lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDRtZMHnWI/AAAAAAAACNs/tQZ_u1K-sQU/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350506935102184802" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDUKqr1-0I/AAAAAAAACOM/FhE3uwO2CIs/s320/P1010128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350509637038111554" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDUKWkqVlI/AAAAAAAACOE/SZnIpCqOcf0/s320/P1010125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350509631639279186" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDQOmcD9zI/AAAAAAAACMc/_axKjaF1Ux4/s320/kjghfjhkhghkjghkh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505306571142962" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDQO8gNC-I/AAAAAAAACMs/LAysgAlPYKc/s320/xvznmbhcjxzn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505312494095330" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDQhTwBIJI/AAAAAAAACM0/8Jqt-sEQGxg/s320/asgfjsjhkgsfhajkhss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505627972083858" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDRtbus3RI/AAAAAAAACN0/364n2yFeXuA/s320/dsmandfbjds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350506935784103186" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDQhmEymBI/AAAAAAAACNE/up_DMiytwsk/s320/asyashjghfdghjkhgf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505632891050002" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDQhmnVKOI/AAAAAAAACM8/cT8aqpcYd24/s320/ashgahksjhdjsa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505633035921634" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDQhwEKCmI/AAAAAAAACNM/CVfOYxlNf54/s320/dfdsdnfjdsndfd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505635572746850" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDQiBoJPrI/AAAAAAAACNU/if2Fs7osJYo/s320/dhjkgcjkh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505640287092402" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDUK5TvE5I/AAAAAAAACOU/xwzvcEt_2G0/s320/P1010141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350509640963527570" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDodopGktI/AAAAAAAACOc/83Qo-OhSazc/s320/P1010136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350531953139815122" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDod_qIGgI/AAAAAAAACOk/Uoh2qaWRq_U/s320/P1010133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350531959318125058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wna go take BTT! SOON :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presentation cancelled today, but i still went school. We need to send t cher's email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See guixin they all. &amp;amp; i do only a little I DON'T CARE just send to lecturer's email :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really no interest to do. I am waiting for the answer from VC till 'flowers also die' alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, went to be 'actor' in jasmine's their project video, FUNNY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, hmmmmmmmmm yeah. Went home with friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, came out return guixin's money &amp;amp; help her bring home her lappy and book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, cousin ask me go out to have dinner with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So went starbucks &amp;amp; 925 there. Saw guixin with her friend. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i bought little miss keychain again and again. Like addicted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave guixin little miss sunshine, &amp;amp; randy mr happy &amp;amp; brother mr bumpy &amp;amp; sister little miss chatterbox. I still have quite a few. Wanting to give people too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happy, other people happy then can alrdy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh i am thinking of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8610780514039820218?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8610780514039820218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/cherish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8610780514039820218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8610780514039820218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/cherish.html' title='Cherish.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SkDRtZMHnWI/AAAAAAAACNs/tQZ_u1K-sQU/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-1343693787713195376</id><published>2009-06-23T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:39:12.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come i hope.</title><content type='html'>Although couldn't go dance yesterday but i meet cheryl to pass her notice board key.&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Yay, i took quite alot pictures with her. We went Amk's subway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muhahaha, first time take so many pictures with my qing ai de. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will upload the pictures later! Okayyyyyyyeh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some in my camera, haven't got the cable from my mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get all already then edit this post again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i went to find michelle at yishun after that for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy to see michelle too :D My sec sch hao buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayokay, upload pictures later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-1343693787713195376?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1343693787713195376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-to-come-i-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/1343693787713195376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/1343693787713195376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-to-come-i-hope.html' title='More to come i hope.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6903995471589242703</id><published>2009-06-22T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:57:23.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quite some time ago picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is seriously frigging funny! There're still lots of other classmate's one. &lt;div&gt;Isn't this really will make you go, HA-HA-HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even our lecturers saw, laugh like mad loh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH! GOT ONE SUPER FUNNY, they didn't take a photo of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's siyang's one. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wen SiYang they put it as, --&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;吻死羊&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA WTF FUNNY RIGHT! Look at mine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lecturer say, CAN YI LING, CLASSIC! LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj5y7IV25RI/AAAAAAAACL4/HweFd2h80rE/s1600-h/4523_81073774301_644584301_1797107_6341452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj5y7IV25RI/AAAAAAAACL4/HweFd2h80rE/s400/4523_81073774301_644584301_1797107_6341452_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349839767539737874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later meeting cheryl to relax at amk! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't go _____ again. &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/2542016604068601465-6903995471589242703?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6903995471589242703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-for-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6903995471589242703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6903995471589242703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-for-laugh.html' title='Just for laugh!'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj5y7IV25RI/AAAAAAAACL4/HweFd2h80rE/s72-c/4523_81073774301_644584301_1797107_6341452_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2253115725670298546</id><published>2009-06-21T16:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:53:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dued.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures when i am with church youth grp at jiang dao's sisters house on one saturday fellowship, these are alrdy like super dued pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's considered a gathering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't really took pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEY ARE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWINS&lt;/span&gt;! LONG FONG TAI :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look alike? Heh, they're super cute. Love 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3y4CsaOZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Id-vXY5iBVM/s1600-h/Photo-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3y4CsaOZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Id-vXY5iBVM/s320/Photo-0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349698976995752338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With jiaxuan the super cute girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The small boy on the right is SUPERMAN i tell you. He is like nt even 2 yrs old and he took one big piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth. FOR GODNESS SAKE. And i meant, really one big piece. Then the juice just keep dripping from his mouth, too big for him -_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3xy5l5lfI/AAAAAAAACKY/int1tBx_3Pk/s1600-h/Photo-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3xy5l5lfI/AAAAAAAACKY/int1tBx_3Pk/s1600-h/Photo-0026.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3xy5l5lfI/AAAAAAAACKY/int1tBx_3Pk/s320/Photo-0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349697789141554674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3xzG251SI/AAAAAAAACKg/RSRW66uFzD0/s320/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349697792702534946" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3yhB92SVI/AAAAAAAACLA/M-POXd_Uyec/s320/Photo-0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349698581663467858" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3xz8oywLI/AAAAAAAACK4/BvyvA-wt2cI/s320/Photo-0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349697807138865330" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3yhSv0bYI/AAAAAAAACLI/oEVh4zcKzfQ/s320/Photo-0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349698586168028546" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3xzcRME9I/AAAAAAAACKo/m2elyIiVH40/s320/Photo-0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349697798449927122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jiaxuan is super hyper lah :D The other girl is from thailand. In fact, jiaxuan's mum is from thailand. HAHA same as my great grandmother. Thai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of 'em are all at malayisa now for the tui xiu hui! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss them all ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today went church, like so damm little people cause all of them are at malayisa loh ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, church is like a freezer today-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frigging cold to the max, even more freezing then my class studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2253115725670298546?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2253115725670298546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/dued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2253115725670298546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2253115725670298546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/dued.html' title='Dued.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sj3y4CsaOZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Id-vXY5iBVM/s72-c/Photo-0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5718126378639774160</id><published>2009-06-21T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:36:59.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random shit</title><content type='html'>I found my cca notice board key&lt;div&gt;but thanks to grandma :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drop onto the floor beside the place i left it at previously and grandma saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't saw. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, church later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday didn't had fellowship so don't have to go church at night for youth one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So damm boring! I feel weird if there's no fellowship now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause most of the church people went to malayisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a tui xiu hui, don't know how explain but yeah is also for everyone to bond together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we didn't go! But yeah later still have church, i guess they will ask another pastor to replace first. Ah, i miss my original pastor! LOL! My church friends, quickly all come back sg! zzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohoh, i realise.. Yingyi's present is still with me -________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's really rotting lah. So damm long ago already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For godness sake. HAHA. Yingyi uh, when are we meeting -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna meet michelle one day next week at lot1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's working at yishun now at the bus interchange fish shop, attachment from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So near, HA! I can go find her actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if i can join my sec sch class outing next week cause i have church on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i didn't go on that class outing, it will really be tsktsktsk cause like i said, it's a SEC SCH outing. Secondary school leh, i too somehow miss my sec sch classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i have church that day lah Z____Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i don't know ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5718126378639774160?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5718126378639774160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-my-cca-notice-board-key-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5718126378639774160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5718126378639774160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-my-cca-notice-board-key-but.html' title='Random shit'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-837507151930796426</id><published>2009-06-21T03:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:26:58.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't run away.</title><content type='html'>My stomach is still hunting me. &lt;div&gt;I am really feeling ultra uncomfortable just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up didn't went to see doctor. Shall see tomorrow instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stomach uncomfortable for days already. Going to die soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep sweating and my sweat is cold :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am like, keep swallowing panadols and po chai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; mind you, it's western and chinese two different medicines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care already, my stomach's playing games with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like my whole body is uncomfortable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very tired but i can't sleep these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, my outcome from sdn... It's not out yet, i can never sleep nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;u&gt;Decisions.&lt;/u&gt;) it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, it's gna be out&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, i am happy(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-837507151930796426?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/837507151930796426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-run-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/837507151930796426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/837507151930796426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-run-away.html' title='Can&apos;t run away.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-9052955334338809114</id><published>2009-06-20T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:42:47.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be happy.</title><content type='html'>Was talking to angela huang just now. &lt;div&gt;Gel make me laugh like mad in our conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But shall show you two pictures. Screen shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'know, i was actually looking at my phone and when i look back to my lappy screen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S THESE! THIS ANGELA HUANG. HAHAHA! Scare the hell outta me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjz3TAy9Y9I/AAAAAAAACKI/LjvWWBSoy2g/s400/Picture+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349422363412620242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask her to send me cute icons. She spam me cute icons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol but thanks HAHA I LIKE THOSE ICONS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjz3TbfyenI/AAAAAAAACKQ/uUSaQb1f6OI/s400/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349422370579970674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her facebook pictures with her friend's birthday celebration is frigging ho chio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE SERIOUSLY. lol. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-9052955334338809114?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9052955334338809114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/9052955334338809114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/9052955334338809114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/laugh.html' title='I want to be happy.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjz3TAy9Y9I/AAAAAAAACKI/LjvWWBSoy2g/s72-c/Picture+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5286601295519934656</id><published>2009-06-20T14:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:05:18.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post is just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELETED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read just now? You're lucky then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't get to read? I doubt anyone even bothers, so it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5286601295519934656?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5286601295519934656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5286601295519934656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5286601295519934656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-again.html' title='Think again'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3432709116339585980</id><published>2009-06-20T04:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:15:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go and die.</title><content type='html'>I know it's my wrong, my wrong. &lt;div&gt;I can't find the notice board key and i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still saw it at my house just quite some time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find, i can't find. I search high and low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i don't remember if i've passed it to someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't rmb who i passed it to, even if i did. I think i didn't still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i didn't pass to anyone, it means it's still confirm in my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that, i don't remember where the fuck i left it at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going dance later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stomach still hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very pain, very uncomfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if it's periods, i never had my tummy so uncomfortable before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole body's like so numb now. I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not cramps. I hardly had any cramps. It's another kind of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just something in my stomach i don't know makes me feel like vomiting and my stomach's super bloated. &amp;amp; something stuck in my throat, not coming up not going down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serves me right i still drank cold water in the morning and i still keep munching on ice just to make me FEEl better. Ignore me, some problem with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is my wrong, i started everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't blame anyone. &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/2542016604068601465-3432709116339585980?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3432709116339585980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-do-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3432709116339585980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3432709116339585980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-do-die.html' title='Go and die.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2493835421407485098</id><published>2009-06-19T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:06:14.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lips colour make me look like i am dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjupHPTdclI/AAAAAAAACKA/gFwcJF5oCbY/s1600-h/Photo+447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjupHPTdclI/AAAAAAAACKA/gFwcJF5oCbY/s320/Photo+447.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054924264927826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjuo_SVIJpI/AAAAAAAACJ4/s00pMXC0xuA/s320/Photo+453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054787638273682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;conclusion is, my stomach still hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I FEEL LIKE KILLING MYSELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i am kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's pray that i can sleep well tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; stomache, please it's time to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And headache, stop adding in the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2542016604068601465-2493835421407485098?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2493835421407485098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-lips-colour-make-me-look-like-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2493835421407485098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2493835421407485098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-lips-colour-make-me-look-like-i-am.html' title='my lips colour make me look like i am dying'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjupHPTdclI/AAAAAAAACKA/gFwcJF5oCbY/s72-c/Photo+447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5726782261095280293</id><published>2009-06-19T13:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:06:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i can turn back time</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog today! Shall blog random things :/ &lt;div&gt;I KOPE MOST OF THE PICTURES FROM &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDY'S&lt;/span&gt; BLOG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite some time ago, lecturers brought us to national musuem of singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; there's this exhibition there on Christian Lacroix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a fashion and costume designer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His works are awesome :D The pictures below are some of his works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I koped these pictures from randy's blog, fyi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjspx0ObUtI/AAAAAAAACJY/J4i_n-46EZg/s200/edit12-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348914918242079442" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjspyGYjDmI/AAAAAAAACJg/orfhTzWzW28/s200/edit13-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348914923116367458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjspyLEA65I/AAAAAAAACJo/n04_mL5WWW0/s200/edit14-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348914924372421522" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjspyQzjjuI/AAAAAAAACJw/tAHhQ9Vi-QU/s200/edit15-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348914925914001122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family photo? LOL! Taken at somewhere inside the musuem, there's this part.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh i don't know how to say, lol. The lights above and the chair are so nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we ain't allowed to use camera flash inside that's why this picture is pretty dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjse4vbjXhI/AAAAAAAACHI/9gPUrr1PXPI/s400/edit7-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348902942586134034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, qinghe randy guixin and me went to eat at 'Just Acia'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food there are so damm nice and worth it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free flow of ice cream and drinks. I keep spaming their ice cream! I eat the most ice cream lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjsf1qphlUI/AAAAAAAACHQ/nH5ceDcrorI/s400/edit5-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903989274580290" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjsf1_dBjnI/AAAAAAAACHY/Wbutt1qCFQU/s400/edit1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903994859294322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, qinghe went off. Guixin randy and me walked around town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, we went eat again! (i blog before this picture below of guixin and me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at TCC. Called wadges, drinks, cheese cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjsgVQypdsI/AAAAAAAACHg/aREGwjjxQa8/s400/edit2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348904532089337538" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjsgVoLUuKI/AAAAAAAACHo/qdew7OZDPy0/s400/edit4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348904538366851234" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjsgV7CokVI/AAAAAAAACHw/XQLsqxp7xII/s400/edit9-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348904543430676818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We slacked for very long here! Like till 11pus PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures below is when i went for classmates presentation with the company they worked with for this holidays. A project they will be doing for 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the day i went for the interview with sdn director and it didn't really go well too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wear their specs. &amp;amp; they say i look like some teacher. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i look better with specs? :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjshjYRPVuI/AAAAAAAACIA/Wgz8DeuIc9U/s400/scdfvdhsdvd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348905874126493410" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjshjNQWNHI/AAAAAAAACH4/wv0yHIgj0VA/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348905871169959026" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjshjeAwJnI/AAAAAAAACII/hqkO0N-oRiU/s400/ajsdhs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348905875667953266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GoodLuck to them, as well as my other classmates who are doing another proj for another company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis &amp;amp; cynthia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when cynthia came my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think somehow sis and cyn look alike leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjsnSNyY0BI/AAAAAAAACIw/idBzSA0oV_4/s400/KezzendraQuek001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348912176324726802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't really sleep these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's either i can't sleep and wakeup early or my brother keep disturbing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, &amp;amp; my eye bags are getting worst. This sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate to not have my own room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past when i still have my own room at cck cause it's 5 room flat, i have proper studying area, poroper computer area, own room somemore. NOW LEH -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not saying yishun's bad, i like yishun cause theres things t shop compared to cck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... Yeah. I hate to share room with other people, although it's family members. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, wokeup early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went er tou with aunt and grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt bought the wedding hairband for feline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's in pink -.- Feline choosed herself. She love it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She keep saying, pink pink, DANG DANG DANG DANG~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth, and pink looks so yucky for that hairband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt went to change it to white one while she's sleeping lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will take a picture of her later on with her pretty hairband! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/2542016604068601465-5726782261095280293?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5726782261095280293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-can-turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5726782261095280293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5726782261095280293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-can-turn-back-time.html' title='If i can turn back time'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjspx0ObUtI/AAAAAAAACJY/J4i_n-46EZg/s72-c/edit12-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2039460570865350815</id><published>2009-06-18T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:20:25.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second post of the day :)</title><content type='html'>At least, i don't feel that bored just now. &lt;div&gt;Back from chong pang w/ aunt, went coussie house. All my happy pills 're there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iteng, jeremy, &amp;amp; of course my goddaughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's like, acting big. HAHAHA. Look at her, face so big lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy's a SUPER FUNNY LITTLE BOY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can stand at one place and stone man. lol. Just, no expression at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; he always ZOU MEI TOU at my coussie. And he look extremely cute with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjpacpsC_nI/AAAAAAAACGM/byk_8sUUqNc/s400/Photo+435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348686955729321586" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjpac4kW4eI/AAAAAAAACGU/LzyYQ5bq3jM/s400/Photo+432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348686959723602402" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjpacx62XAI/AAAAAAAACGc/Do-owqy8xqA/s400/Photo+429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348686957938891778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i am happy just now although it's just a few minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause.. Heh don't tell you :) lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2039460570865350815?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2039460570865350815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-post-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2039460570865350815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2039460570865350815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-post-of-day.html' title='Second post of the day :)'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjpacpsC_nI/AAAAAAAACGM/byk_8sUUqNc/s72-c/Photo+435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8052343080141781434</id><published>2009-06-18T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:13:46.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have any plans for the next day, everytime. &lt;div&gt;Like what somebody say, why am i so lifeless nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokeup in the morning, cynthia and cousin were at my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been since i last saw cynthia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yea, after that went aunt's house. Slept there, so damm sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home just now, got scoldings &amp;amp; naggings from everyone in my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah fuck, i am SIBEH FRUSTRATED.  I feel like sitching all their fucking mouths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath-ed, going chong pang w/ aunt and uncle later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emails form ms sherlyn, integraded assignment presentation in school at tuesday &amp;amp; baybeats modern pop culture thingy working with singapore bands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah fuck, i don't even know what to do for the presentation ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck fuck fuck. I really hate MGBD leh ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8052343080141781434?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8052343080141781434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8052343080141781434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8052343080141781434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-644662894350529328</id><published>2009-06-17T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:48:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hungry monster today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After you experienced it, then you will know how people really feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the past, i really don't understand why people are like that, how they feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not until now, i experienced it myself. Just few days or even 2 weeks, it's enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew how people feel now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjkNO7Ll4BI/AAAAAAAACFo/xzdTpnh_mjc/s1600-h/merry_go_round_let__s_have_fun_by_ingut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjkNO7Ll4BI/AAAAAAAACFo/xzdTpnh_mjc/s400/merry_go_round_let__s_have_fun_by_ingut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348320582534815762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy fetch me to school today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wore formal today, took my o level art. Got interview with SDN director later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached sch early, saw alot of my classmates in studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're doing a project for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real advertising company&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; so they don't have holidays ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may sounds cool to alot of people though but yeah, no holidays means pathetic shit to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interview was quite a disaster ): Wanna know why? Come ask me. I'm lazy to type here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went to see another grps of classmates presentation for the red card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're doing project for another company. It's kind of cool...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went dance after that. Mummy msg-ed me and said i got warning letter again. Wtf lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyah, i totally no mood man. Home-d. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You come home, only to sleep isit huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gotta be a good girl for quite a period of time now? Nah, i don't wanna step on her tail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Y'know, it's kind of weird.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just find it very weird, that feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-644662894350529328?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/644662894350529328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/hungry-monster-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/644662894350529328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/644662894350529328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/hungry-monster-today.html' title='A hungry monster today.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjkNO7Ll4BI/AAAAAAAACFo/xzdTpnh_mjc/s72-c/merry_go_round_let__s_have_fun_by_ingut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2326510529854530639</id><published>2009-06-17T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:08:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must learn to cherish what i have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjfLdPHBlSI/AAAAAAAACFg/iagmkkOdhrk/s1600-h/Photo+425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 56px; height: 44px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjfLdPHBlSI/AAAAAAAACFg/iagmkkOdhrk/s400/Photo+425.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347966785658393890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TEETH BROKE LAH.&lt;div&gt;SAW THAT CUTE LITTLE HOLE IN BTWN! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's crazy, godness. Funnyshit lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg how am i gonna open my mouth tomorrow when i am talking to the sdn lecturer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CALLED AND TOLD RANDY, HE CANNOT STOP LAUGHING. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, this hole looks too cute man. Shit la, dentist -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2326510529854530639?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2326510529854530639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-teeth-fucking-broke-lah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2326510529854530639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2326510529854530639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-teeth-fucking-broke-lah.html' title='I must learn to cherish what i have'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjfLdPHBlSI/AAAAAAAACFg/iagmkkOdhrk/s72-c/Photo+425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-640152735597521569</id><published>2009-06-16T21:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:44:34.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy pills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ain't she pretty? Like my princess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjef5offgNI/AAAAAAAACE8/h640EcwYDsQ/s1600-h/FELINE+so+sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjef5offgNI/AAAAAAAACE8/h640EcwYDsQ/s400/FELINE+so+sweet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347918894996619474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjef58Npv7I/AAAAAAAACFE/w50dlR2g7ng/s400/SWEET.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347918900290502578" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjef6NuJ_tI/AAAAAAAACFM/amM9dZ12ozU/s400/SISTERS+ROCKEEEEEEEERR.+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347918904990236370" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjef6Tc8QoI/AAAAAAAACFU/3aAewk4KHJE/s400/teehtyyy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347918906528645762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got alot of things to say but i don't know how to express 'em out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I express my feelings all through other things. Nevermind about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot go to sleep yesterday, was so tired today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am meeting School Of Design Director tml for interview, goodluck to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave everything to god, if i really cannot get in means it's really fated and there's nothing else more i can do to change course. Even if i can change, it's starting next yr. But i don't mind at all. So please.. I will pray hard though, &amp;amp; I am really afraid ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin cousin's onverseas, air stewardess got H1N1, for godness sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're there, asking me to seriously tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm here, not wanting to admit it? well. &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/2542016604068601465-640152735597521569?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/640152735597521569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-pills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/640152735597521569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/640152735597521569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-pills.html' title='Happy pills.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjef5offgNI/AAAAAAAACE8/h640EcwYDsQ/s72-c/FELINE+so+sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4271943712908922988</id><published>2009-06-16T00:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:10:14.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, i really feel like a big fucking loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loser man, you know, LOSER. I am sucha big loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate losing to other people, IN THE PAST. I don't like that feeling of losing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not now, anymore. I don't even feel like challenging myself or others now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, i do use alot of time to think carefully and not creating troubles now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't make decisions just like that now, i did killed millions of my brain cells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i don't say or express how i feel, people won't really know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my lecturer told my mum i am not someone who will express myself. I don't deny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss overnight at cruise ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r conversation was weird just now. Awkward? Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4271943712908922988?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4271943712908922988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-call-me-that-alrdy-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4271943712908922988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4271943712908922988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-call-me-that-alrdy-please.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-7060961445250000669</id><published>2009-06-15T15:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:25:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'l continue uploading, try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CRUISE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I'm back.  .....Lots of thinking there, not totally enjoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have problems uploading th pics, super slow. Now just 3 will do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try to upload here again, i loaded some in facebook anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjaft2Q5qWI/AAAAAAAACEk/G_RJfK4Bg6I/s400/4942_375744550000_906835000_7303928_5433710_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347637217558374754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjX_RY10k8I/AAAAAAAACEE/0ucPa5sIryM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347460806763385794" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjZS6xCnBNI/AAAAAAAACEU/BCn3j3bt2SE/s400/hahhaha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347552777099216082" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjYmDZRmIDI/AAAAAAAACEM/HhBCyrmcZ4c/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503447315193906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look like as though we're in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我們會是 .....永遠的朋友，而以(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;You know it hurts, i know it too, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course i know it hurts cause deep down, it really do hurts.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you don't really know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't i just step out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't be like this, forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just because of that, you wna be like this forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-7060961445250000669?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7060961445250000669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/cruise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7060961445250000669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7060961445250000669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/cruise.html' title='I&apos;l continue uploading, try.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sjaft2Q5qWI/AAAAAAAACEk/G_RJfK4Bg6I/s72-c/4942_375744550000_906835000_7303928_5433710_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5759306500634665549</id><published>2009-06-13T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:22:35.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just don't think so much for the TIME BEING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep.. I'm still thinking and worrying about alot of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind mill&lt;/span&gt;, took me fucking hours. I broke like some small pieces-____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today did the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merry go round&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pirate ship&lt;/span&gt;, and this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave merry go round to guixin(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let her choose in btwn the pirate swing and merry go round, and she choosed the merry go round. I knew she will choose that before i go down to pass her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can guess it even when i was in the process of doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have one more pirate ship actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjKa80JVVpI/AAAAAAAACCA/0a4yvlkUy4g/s1600-h/Photo+364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjKa80JVVpI/AAAAAAAACCA/0a4yvlkUy4g/s400/Photo+364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346506077222819474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who shall i give this to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going malayisa later already.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i will even enjoy there ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5759306500634665549?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5759306500634665549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-dont-think-so-much-for-time-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5759306500634665549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5759306500634665549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-dont-think-so-much-for-time-being.html' title='Just don&apos;t think so much for the TIME BEING.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjKa80JVVpI/AAAAAAAACCA/0a4yvlkUy4g/s72-c/Photo+364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-3698484940324628928</id><published>2009-06-13T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:24:09.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't even dare to go online.&lt;div&gt;For what fuck reason, i don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop it man yiling, it's too exagerrating that you're running away from the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't avoid things, please. Can go slap yourself and make yourself wake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are there, problems are there, no point running away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-3698484940324628928?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3698484940324628928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-even-dare-to-go-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3698484940324628928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/3698484940324628928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-even-dare-to-go-online.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4523987814337425519</id><published>2009-06-12T22:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:22:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i running away from people ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I bought like 4. &amp;amp; I made 2. Sis helped too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; one is for guixin. For the sake of fun..... Nothing to do, i did these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjJpbt6Cg5I/AAAAAAAACBw/gcGv_NuYuO4/s1600-h/Photo+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjJpbt6Cg5I/AAAAAAAACBw/gcGv_NuYuO4/s400/Photo+361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346451632542614418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjJpbsRlwTI/AAAAAAAACB4/JecwZByRNzw/s400/Photo+362.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346451632104522034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms sherlyn called me just now, i cannot believe i was so afraid of listening till i missed 5 calls from her. What the hell is wrong is me man. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now went school to pass cca things, i was actually outside aerobics room quite some time looking at 'em dancing. I don't know why, i just don't dare to go in. Wtf is wrong with me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That kind of feeling i got.. like, i got no face to see 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what happen, i just don't even dare to knock the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is just knocking at a door! I was outside looking and looking and my hands can't even go touch the damm door. In the end, cause my cousin was rushing me, i knocked on the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was even so afraid to look at their faces. What is wrong, what is wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like going in, but i can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? What happen? I don't understand, i rly don't, why isit that i am the one........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly morning, my mum called me and tell me she think through and she let me change course. 2 yrs wasted? But anyway it's not confirm i can get in the course i want too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i can't, back to square one again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still got countless things to worry about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why am i feeling sad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was waiting for the whole day, but i didn't got one at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From morning to afternoon to night and till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe i got used to it &amp;amp; this is what happen now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like asking myself to go and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly, i feel like everything is against me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't do anything right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now, i feel so fuckedup still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't get out of that i don't know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is like you can't go left or right and even if you look up and down, there's nothing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're sometimes given a choice, but it's NOT a choice to you either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What fucking choice is that you'll ask yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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/2542016604068601465-4523987814337425519?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4523987814337425519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-running-away-from-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4523987814337425519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4523987814337425519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-running-away-from-people.html' title='Why am i running away from people ):'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SjJpbt6Cg5I/AAAAAAAACBw/gcGv_NuYuO4/s72-c/Photo+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6113950637890719602</id><published>2009-06-11T01:59:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:29:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM i gonna waste 5 yrs in nyp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;lousy me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lousy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lousy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lousy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lousy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lousy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to rene &amp;amp; peiru yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; also the person in sao who is counselling people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my mum doesn't know what to do now. We don't know which direction to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed to god ytd, if you want to see me changing course, don't let me wake in time for presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want me to still stay in this course, make me wake suddenly in time today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, i didn't woke up in time. Worst still, i fall asleep till 4 plus am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy, god wants me to change course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i AM guilty, don't think i am not. Please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am , i seriously am VERY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To god, to myself, to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why this happened to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i cannot blame anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, or i AM in the wrong right from the start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't listen to what other people say and now this is what i get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's gonna believe me that i am very confused? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am right now, i am always, but now i am more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who even understands how i feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who even knows i teared in school yesterday? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this kind of thing, nobody will be always 24hrs sititng beside you helping you, but that's what i need most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's the point again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-6113950637890719602?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6113950637890719602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-just-feels-as-though-im-being-threw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6113950637890719602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6113950637890719602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-just-feels-as-though-im-being-threw.html' title='AM i gonna waste 5 yrs in nyp?'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5789092261619897946</id><published>2009-06-10T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:42:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My words ain't of use now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tml &amp;amp; fri is my dead day. D-DAY. I call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister tagged me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am stuck in my typo refinement now ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't start anything on integraded yet. Si ding le, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destress, don't care alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA i know i sure will die tml &amp;amp; fri one, hack care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next monday, worst still! ? Parents meeting, wow. My poly first parents meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Besides lips, where is your favourite spot to get kiss? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forehead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) How do you feel when you wokeup this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The feeling of you dreading to go school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Who was the last person you talk to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Would you donate blood? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Have you ever had a best friend who is opposite sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Do you want someone dead? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) What does the last message says? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What last message? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) What are you thinking right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My typo.... Integraded... Friday presentation... Tml.... Cca.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Do you wish someone with you right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) What time you went to bed last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 plus fall asleep, wokeup at 3 plus again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12)Where do you buy the tshirt you're wearing now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum bought it, not sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Is someone in your mind? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) Who was the last person you text?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) 10 person tagged to do this quiz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jasmine, Guixin, Esther, Angela, Doreen, Randy, Daphne, Natasha, Yanling, Michelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16)Who is 2 having r/s with? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zx? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) Is 3 male or female?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18)If 7 and 6 get together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 is attached./&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19)What is 1 studying about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same as me, MGBD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20)When was the last time you chatted with 5? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long ago ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21)Is 4 single? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) Say something about2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siao zar boh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23)What do you think of 3 and 6 getting together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec Junior and senior? 3 is attached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24)What do you think if 6 &amp;amp; 7 fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They won't fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25)Do you like 3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, my precious esther leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5789092261619897946?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5789092261619897946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/rene-wants-to-talk-to-me-tml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5789092261619897946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5789092261619897946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/rene-wants-to-talk-to-me-tml.html' title='My words ain&apos;t of use now'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5298815532314878834</id><published>2009-06-10T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:53:44.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against all odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i feel like everything is against me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what happen, out of a suddden.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just feels like someone just threw you into a empty room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally lost, i don't know what to do. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretending. )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why people have to complain, like now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't they think of me first before they even complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in a more, much worst situation then everyone of 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not try being me now, You will sure cry like a dumbfuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very very sick of everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't understand... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5298815532314878834?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5298815532314878834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/against-all-odds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5298815532314878834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5298815532314878834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/against-all-odds.html' title='Against all odds'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-7982277172911466577</id><published>2009-06-09T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:06:16.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你們不是我, COMPLAIN 什麼？！Fucking shutup please.</title><content type='html'>Went school w/ friend to find teacher. &lt;div&gt;Ms sherlyn talked to me, again.. About changing course &amp;amp; etc, AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; THE THING IS, SHE WANTS TO MEET MY PARENTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long talk with me, don't wna say much here alrdy. Rather upseting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then aftermath, went cwp w/ friend. Went &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt; for lunch :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Library after that, didn't find much things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awhile later, very tired.. Me too, sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So went to john little and buy snacks &amp;amp; bus-ed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't know cwp can take 169 back to my house there. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that bus ride was longer. I love long bus rides.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esp listening songs too...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how to explain the feeling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how to react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wished i could tell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sorry, for myself, to myself. &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/2542016604068601465-7982277172911466577?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7982277172911466577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/rather-upseting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7982277172911466577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7982277172911466577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/rather-upseting.html' title='你們不是我, COMPLAIN 什麼？！Fucking shutup please.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-1796203363832969943</id><published>2009-06-08T23:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:14:24.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badday.</title><content type='html'>School isn't good today. Don't feel good in school. Not at all happy. &lt;div&gt;Presentation and all, all i got was bad comments again &amp;amp; again.&lt;div&gt;I've nothing to say, just keep on smiling. So fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wna say so much already. Feel so lousy. I swear..... Inside, so pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having bad dreams these few days, really very frightening...... &amp;amp; illusion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy, detergent buddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Si0omUSwZQI/AAAAAAAACBI/tv8bSK8cGiA/s1600-h/Photo+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Si0omUSwZQI/AAAAAAAACBI/tv8bSK8cGiA/s400/Photo+381.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344972971506164994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Si0omoCm7zI/AAAAAAAACBQ/jUuuv2VYktE/s400/Photo+382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344972976807145266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My happy pill, goddaughater(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very tired, maybe doing work with friend tml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight all. &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/2542016604068601465-1796203363832969943?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1796203363832969943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/badday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/1796203363832969943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/1796203363832969943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/badday.html' title='Badday.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Si0omUSwZQI/AAAAAAAACBI/tv8bSK8cGiA/s72-c/Photo+381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-8532684455953699583</id><published>2009-06-07T12:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:47:53.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow will always be a better day/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Church later. I wna go earlier to find jiaxuan! Cute little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i wokeup at frigging 8plus am in the morning -.- When normally i will only wake at 12plus before gng t church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the reason? All bec of my idiotic brother who make me wake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk what the hell is wrong with his brain, he keep nagging like nobody's business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucking brother, hate him to hell. Don't know what's wrong with him seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today ..Miracle-ly, i acc-ed my mum &amp;amp; aunt they all to eat breakfast and went market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first time i wake at sucha early timing on sunday -______- Thanks to my bro lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butbut, i didn't regret going w/ 'em for breakfast cause after that my mum bought me clothes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; YAH I HATE TO WALK PASS THOSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FISHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, PRAWNS IN MARKETS! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why man, i just find 'em so disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i saw my aunt &amp;amp; grandma they all picking those fishes, omg i feel like vomiting :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot imagine if it's me picking, omg can you imagine ...you touch the fish body, the skin is so............ Z_______Z &amp;amp; the eyes, they look like they're still surviving y'know :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DIE ALSO WON'T WALK PASS THAT PART. If it's not with my mum they all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing 'em picking, my whole body will start 'shivering' LOL! You know, yah. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe i still keep fishes in the past? -________- AAHHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, i cannot believe it myself. Lol. Xiasuay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update again later when i come back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't do my clip, i fall asleep yesterday night again -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-8532684455953699583?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8532684455953699583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomorrow-will-always-be-better-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8532684455953699583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/8532684455953699583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomorrow-will-always-be-better-day.html' title='Tomorrow will always be a better day/'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4379927349595797620</id><published>2009-06-06T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:30:52.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I act cute today. Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUYt_W5g3zU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUYt_W5g3zU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;SHE'S HOT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you imagine i wore like this today to church just now? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway that shirt is from australia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sip6Lmg5RfI/AAAAAAAACAo/GBV2ynx4Q_E/s1600-h/Photo+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sip6Lmg5RfI/AAAAAAAACAo/GBV2ynx4Q_E/s400/Photo+379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218247564183026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i suaku or what? LOL, i tried this cookies and cream panda biscuit for the first time lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eunice bought &amp;amp; shared with everyone during church just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sip6L_C8NUI/AAAAAAAACAw/tSamobujMFM/s400/Photo+382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218254149432642" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sip6LzAEOyI/AAAAAAAACA4/sDz5nYiWcVY/s400/Photo+378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218250916150050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i am so act cute, wear till .....HAHAHA! Whatever. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went dance in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then yeah, yupyup. Lol, after lunch they went to bring some juniors to cindini to see dance shoes but i didn't follow cause later on i got church so it's quite rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biaojie came nyp to find me. So yeah, went atm, then bought the drink from that new shop at nyp gate there.. I go down the escalator with dancemates and go up again just to wait for my cousin. -.- &amp;amp; yeah bought the oreo cheese cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, i think the food in that shop is not nice at all :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their cupcake, wths damm sweet, CMI leh? Their jellybeans, yuck :/ Their ginger bread man biscuit, okayokay only. Their potato salad, taste weird. Only the drinks like, okay can make it. lol. Maybe that's what we should call, CHEESE CAKE. But it's way too cheesy for me? -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i think inside our school's mac that shop's blueberry cheese and oreo cheese cake is much nicer lah. After that, we cabbed to chong pang to search for some stuffs. Then went to aunt's house. Goddaughter they were there. After awhile, they came my house. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, the durains thingy, food, puffs, bought from the shop which sells purely everything on durain. WAH AWESOME. Mum bought quite alot. &amp;amp;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate alot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stomach is still not feeling very good though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet to do typography clip, shit lor. I don't know masking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am i supposed to like mask the words out from the mv? Which mr raymond asked me to do so. If i want to use that MV, he said it's okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But but, alot people choose something which don't have words on it cause they don't know how to crop the video. Don't know how to mask either. Shit lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to choose another video? What the hell. Very MA FAN leh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to start doing the clip when i haven't decide which MV to choose now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go and die lah. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Integraded part2! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SERIOUSLY DON'T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE SHIT CAN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, dumbbbbbbbfcukeeeeeee :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4379927349595797620?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4379927349595797620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4379927349595797620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4379927349595797620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-church.html' title='I act cute today. Lol.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sip6Lmg5RfI/AAAAAAAACAo/GBV2ynx4Q_E/s72-c/Photo+379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4823794666359751780</id><published>2009-06-05T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:08:28.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck, sudden bad stomachache and headache Just Now ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4823794666359751780?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4823794666359751780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-sudden-bad-stomachache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4823794666359751780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4823794666359751780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-sudden-bad-stomachache.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4256015246704720328</id><published>2009-06-05T14:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:15:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited. More more more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I'm like spamming videos and songs i like -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;Cannot concentrate on work, even sch journal am writting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;Destress! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Boa- I did it for love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFny8iYc9L8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFny8iYc9L8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WONDERGIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the one in the middle :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know, it's same as the one randy like. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's soo hee? I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sii6CwtJmWI/AAAAAAAACAA/dhyJppF_Tcc/s1600-h/Pretty+wondergirls!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sii6CwtJmWI/AAAAAAAACAA/dhyJppF_Tcc/s400/Pretty+wondergirls!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343725514471872866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SijS8XecEvI/AAAAAAAACAI/f5rvdGjEpF4/s400/group2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343752892410761970" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SijTYXdDzeI/AAAAAAAACAQ/fFCm5nB4vTM/s400/12386523261722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343753373441314274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's pretty okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BkUmFqlxdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BkUmFqlxdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WONDERGIRLS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ah, my grandma's watching fulhouse. &amp;amp; this is the main lead girl, pretty yaw :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SijTYufug2I/AAAAAAAACAY/yYulOTrMksc/s400/080219000740135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343753379626517346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4256015246704720328?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4256015246704720328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/soo-hee-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4256015246704720328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4256015246704720328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/soo-hee-d.html' title='Edited. More more more.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/Sii6CwtJmWI/AAAAAAAACAA/dhyJppF_Tcc/s72-c/Pretty+wondergirls!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-463625251809958403</id><published>2009-06-04T19:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:52:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby~ Edited :)</title><content type='html'>Everyday i am facing after effects, fucking sick of it. Did this during mr jovi's 2D lesson. &lt;div&gt;After effects too, but isn't animation. Just a stupid picture. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's green, &amp;amp; I am starting to love green :/ Nice right, the colour? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted it to be like army army kind :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SietuKHw5XI/AAAAAAAAB_o/YL26JponSaE/s400/YILING_082555D_2d+57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343430491400889714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In school just now till 7 plus still with randy &amp;amp; guixin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're doing our 2D schoolwork. Wow, i finally do finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate masking in after effects -.- Mask till gng blind. Aiyah, everything in that software. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy influence us to listen the song, gee gee gee gee baby baby baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is Gee lah. Lol, i think is korean singers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They look somehow like wonder girls &amp;amp; hey girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the one 2nd one from behind leh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy &amp;amp; guixin say she's ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SifDULjswOI/AAAAAAAAB_4/97j-gdYgvak/s400/20090104_snsd_605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343454234365706466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SifCZ6U1nHI/AAAAAAAAB_w/YANxc2bimBI/s400/xm3ko4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343453233307556978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View this in HQ :D Clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee gee gee gee, baby baby baby~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus part damm addictive lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think i need to see a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Often feel very breatheless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much worst when i stayed up entire night and the next day, i will get sick/ feel sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same goes to yesterday too, i was damm tired cause of the sleepless night bec of integraded proj. For the entire night, i didn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday, slept when i got home, whole body felt so hot, then wokeup nt feeling well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At night, when i wanted to sleep.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After few minutes, i felt like my heart's beating very slowly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slower and slower.. Then i open my eyes, can't move. Body feels numb &amp;amp; i couldn't rly breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At that time, was thinking am i dying? Why can't i move!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My whole body like so weak that kind of feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then idk what i am thinking, just trying to force myself, and out of a sudden i just situp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; it happens like few times before i cn get to sleep ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happens more when i stayedup for work entire night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cannot take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-463625251809958403?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/463625251809958403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-effects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/463625251809958403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/463625251809958403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-effects.html' title='Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby~ Edited :)'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C1so2l6BhcE/SietuKHw5XI/AAAAAAAAB_o/YL26JponSaE/s72-c/YILING_082555D_2d+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2945089082425382164</id><published>2009-06-03T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:34:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a few words, it's enough (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2945089082425382164?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2945089082425382164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-few-words-its-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2945089082425382164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2945089082425382164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-few-words-its-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-633172612223621320</id><published>2009-06-03T19:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:30:11.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to see my super chui photo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I feel sick. I feel damm hot. My body and everywhere... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes like cannot open today. So damm dry itchy and HOT; Bloodyhell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just know that, yesterday ton at friend's house to chiong proj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't sleep for the entire night. Keep facing my lappy, &amp;amp; that stupid after effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, didn't even bath and went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I swear, i was already givingup in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like presenting my sucky work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear too, I DIDN'T PLAN TO PRESENT ALREADY IN THE MORNING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why i didn't wore my formal clothes to school but i brought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went school, saw everybody wearing while i'm not. That feeling.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still thinking whether i should present, cause at that time, i haven't do my keynote and my clip don't even have the right music &amp;amp; my clip is actually.. Not really complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very sucky i swear, i don't even plan to present alrdy so what do you think my clip will be like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, i reached class studio, slowly taking my time to do keynote cause i don't wna present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My classmates, all asked me to just anyhow put some slides and present since i alrdy have the clip at least. So, i just put a few slides. Like, A FEW FUCKING SLIDES. 4 ONLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not even prepared for the keynote, can see very clearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, i am alrdy like taking my time to do the keynote cause i don't wna present but who knows after 8.30am(files must be transfered before this time) ms sherlyn haven't reach, it means i can still put. &amp;amp; yea i am still doing my keynote like a tortise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, wth why man, means i have no excuse for myself that i cannot present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up, i went transfer my file &amp;amp; change into my formal clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The presentation didn't go well either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments i got was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Text too much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;graphics not verbal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;repeating the graphics of what the video says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pointless to put this and that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;info and video is like different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4 weeks no improvement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;research not enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;don't look like info design clip instead, look like power point slides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ETC ETC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, everyone have their good and bad comments. At least 1 or more good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But me? ALL BAD. Aiyah, but who cares alrdy. I just listen and one ear in one ear out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so fucking tired alrdy. At least, i presented this sucky work in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't fucking care alrdy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got no goals in this course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime after like that, i will get sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damm it, and after effects i really fucking hate you to the core. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never like after effects and this course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCKING HATE YOU AFTER EFFECTS OKAY. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;NABEH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOMORROW, we will get another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;part2 of integraded&lt;/span&gt; alrdy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuckfuckfuckfuck lah. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK EEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still have other work haven't do, haven't handin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am damm pakcheck now, but my mum only add up my anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't she understand me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who says i wna speak to her like that? My famaily started this, not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't went for dance bec of work and school etc for many times alrdy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;); idk, just feel like i have missed out alot of things for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, we have mon, wed, sat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just look, now i missed out how many alrdy. &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/2542016604068601465-633172612223621320?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/633172612223621320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/633172612223621320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/633172612223621320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='Who wants to see my super chui photo?'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5285759927293220824</id><published>2009-06-02T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:28:15.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOTHER FUCKER, Planned to do finish my integraded and nt sleep again yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;endedup, bec the previous night, i slept for only 1 hr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, totally KNOCK OUT, i didn't even bath and i fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLYSHIT, DIE............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to do before tml...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Integraded presentation tomorrow morning 9am'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'File to be transfered tonight'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'............tml before 8.30pm'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart pump so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain is so dead, i don't know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to react, my stomach feels like there's millions of butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5285759927293220824?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5285759927293220824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/integraded-presentation-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5285759927293220824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5285759927293220824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/integraded-presentation-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-4212614406773057067</id><published>2009-06-02T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:40:04.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything against me.</title><content type='html'>Awww, my presentation just over for typography. &lt;div&gt;I didn't turn out well afterall too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same as integraded, bad comments again &amp;amp; again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow it feels like everything is against me, i can never do anything well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am used to it alrdy, lecturers told me not to fail any modules else i would retain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause i failed 2 alrdy.. (everytime i think of, i have to use my 6 weeks holidays EVERYDAY going to school whole day to clear my moudles, i feel like crying man). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT YOU KNOW, NOW, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retain retain lor. I alone alone lor. Friends all graduate left me still studying, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i care now. 6 weeks, i also would be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst thing i hate most in my life is being alone. I doubt alot of people know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i don't like being alone, i am scared being alone. Got problem anot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I alrdy got that feeling i will fail another module alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad comments, i still have to smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile, smile. Fake smile man. So damm fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can i like don't smile at all, &amp;amp; give all lecturers my real black face? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM tolerating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray, i still pray everyday, things won't be always against me.. i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-4212614406773057067?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4212614406773057067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-against-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4212614406773057067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/4212614406773057067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-against-me.html' title='Everything against me.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2659844373861094152</id><published>2009-06-01T22:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:48:42.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally tired, trying t still put on a smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The 4th pic, is the one Mr Raymond say we're crazy, ans he ask randy not to go near us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(laughs). HAHAHA. We find finish our MTV clip alrdy so we took pics when mr raymond is irritating hazel. Lol. They're like so damm funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, jasmine and i, we look like we have the same jacket right? heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy edit pictures alrdy now. So mentally tired now, like seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, am still always trying to put on a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPnS7cCN2I/AAAAAAAAB_I/29OyCo5UBeE/s1600-h/Photo+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPnS7cCN2I/AAAAAAAAB_I/29OyCo5UBeE/s320/Photo+357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367895370479458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPnSgKRmXI/AAAAAAAAB_A/55alCxqbNL8/s320/Photo+358.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367888048232818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPnSRJNFXI/AAAAAAAAB-4/IE_vfmxG0yk/s320/Photo+356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367884017210738" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPnSWXLwgI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Xx6FZy4Bjm8/s320/Photo+355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367885418021378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPm8WAgAfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/JvvDgsDyb1U/s320/Photo+354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367507365757426" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPm8AJ2m4I/AAAAAAAAB-g/tUFF1hbzlSI/s320/Photo+353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367501499407234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPm8IMAU3I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/vmk-kVhUG2Y/s320/Photo+352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367503655916402" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPm79jzotI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/SUoJyF8Abp4/s320/Photo+351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367500802958034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPm7sy5hXI/AAAAAAAAB-I/18x6OdWcDHA/s320/Photo+350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367496302855538" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmgJoxFzI/AAAAAAAAB94/gSkfHf8Sb5s/s320/Photo+345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367023008651058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmgbw4kcI/AAAAAAAAB-A/EtOIbrerWIk/s320/Photo+348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367027874533826" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmfkXAxfI/AAAAAAAAB9o/8G_5Ap8t_LQ/s320/Photo+343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367013002069490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmf2Oc48I/AAAAAAAAB9w/ewxfbrcVHzQ/s320/Photo+346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367017798001602" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmfoVF5JI/AAAAAAAAB9g/UvZqybYhQ2U/s320/Photo+342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367014067758226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmNJez6xI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/vXERFQm55lk/s320/Photo+340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366696549378834" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmM7UoAhI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/ciiGINO9HAI/s320/Photo+339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366692748558866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmMgjSK3I/AAAAAAAAB9A/xrVtSmRBpbc/s320/Photo+334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366685562284914" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmMPtwb_I/AAAAAAAAB84/pH8nSMC44Ig/s320/Photo+333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366681042808818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPmMm4jLAI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Lcy_5FNYzA0/s320/Photo+338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366687262092290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i am trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling myself&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i can&lt;/span&gt; on the way back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't go dance today, chiong to buy dinner and pass to peiru attendance list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back, do work. Our grp like chui leh. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody are tired.... I am like laughing all the way till at the end, really buay tahan very tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept for 1 hr only last night. Cannot make it man, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how to survive tonight, must stay awake to do the integraded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep asking myself, HOW? HOW TONIGHT? I slept for 1 hr last night, can't be tonight too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE YET TO DO MY PROFESSIONAL FINISHING CLIP TOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure gonna be damm fucking chui tml if i were to stay awake and nt sleep today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must wakeup tml...... Must. Yiling, please wake in time for presentation tml... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got no mood to do my integraded leh, ): Still the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many things not done yet for cca, so many...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so lousy right now, really. From the bottom of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know our year2 is like so fucking intensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so really tired, i told my mum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i am dying. :/ lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's an mian yao, i sure eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i wna sleep i can't go to sleep. Don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, damm tired but still can't sleep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like i love to eat these kind of medicine or what, but you know when you feel really tired and you have lots of proj and when it's time for you to sleep, yet you can't bloody go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will you feel? I am alrdy feeling so vex and yet i still can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During mr jovi's lesson, he reminded all of us, who were to sleep in his class, he won't mark their attendance. Like seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I buaytahan alrdy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2659844373861094152?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2659844373861094152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/mentally-tired-trying-t-still-put-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2659844373861094152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2659844373861094152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/mentally-tired-trying-t-still-put-on.html' title='Mentally tired, trying t still put on a smile.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiPnS7cCN2I/AAAAAAAAB_I/29OyCo5UBeE/s72-c/Photo+357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-7148562455130893132</id><published>2009-06-01T04:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:41:28.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shouldn't be so dependent on others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should train myself more, like what others said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am i always having this thinking that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody's looking over me, i can't do my work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i always need people to motivate me to do my work while some other people can be so determined in doing their work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what others said, some people are so determined in doing their work. I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i always giveup so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, i can't sleep.&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/2542016604068601465-7148562455130893132?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7148562455130893132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/shouldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7148562455130893132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/7148562455130893132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/shouldnt.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5051604860809279434</id><published>2009-05-31T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:46:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally can blog. &lt;div&gt;Church in the morning, my dad followed us to church today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like ..wow dad go to church with our family today(eyes big big).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole family is christian excpet my dad ..yea that's why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went there early, played with jiaxuan they all awhile so cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church ends, they're like suddenly so quiet and idk why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went sembawang park awhile w/ family, thought aunt they were at there fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn out, they were at pasir ris lah -_____- mum got the wrong info. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went back to northpoint, bought subway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah i eat gold today man, my subway set today costs $8.90 -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know my set today don't have discount, and i only know the real cost after i pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, went to cousin's house find goddaughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah funny loh, dad make her cry till she vomit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to er tou with aunt they all. Then went back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do work just now.... yeah, productive just now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just awhile.. Few hours to me, quite short :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe If it's longer, i would have been more productive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5051604860809279434?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5051604860809279434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-can-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5051604860809279434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5051604860809279434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-can-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-6809394651466018261</id><published>2009-05-31T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:59:55.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Guixin advertising me lah. lol. Edited by her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, church later. Then.. Maybe work at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see jiaxuan that cute little girl! :D &amp;amp; her twin brother. Damm cute man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's sheng can today, should be will see children :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiH2SvL9rFI/AAAAAAAAB8w/30Y66Sy3xmw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiH2SvL9rFI/AAAAAAAAB8w/30Y66Sy3xmw/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341821434802842706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, although i am a christian but not baptised yet, now i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, i don't really love going to church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in, i find that i am going for the sake of it, i go bec my mum and grandma asked me to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i too find that god is like opposing me in everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go through everything, nobody's like helping me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, it's different, i like going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i go cause i really believe &amp;amp; i am more happy when i spend time with church people esp children there. If you're just doing things for the sake of it esp this, forever you won't recieve smth you think it's worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised, some things if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's no give, there's no take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give and take&lt;/span&gt;. The same goes to me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mum doesn't like me dancing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She even think i am dancing when i am in school doing proj and miss my dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She encourage me to dance actually but now more and more not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She thinks alot of things such as my results is affected by my dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything, she links to dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Simsun; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;有一天 你若覺得失去勇氣&lt;br /&gt;有一天 你若真的想放棄&lt;br /&gt;有一天 你若感覺沒人愛你&lt;br /&gt;有一天 好像走到谷底&lt;br /&gt;那一天 你要振作你的心情&lt;br /&gt;那一天 你要珍惜你自己&lt;br /&gt;那一天 不要忘記有人愛你&lt;br /&gt;那一天 不要輕易說放棄&lt;br /&gt;這個世界真有一位上帝 祂愛你 祂願意幫助你&lt;br /&gt;茫茫人海 雖然寂寞 祂愛能溫暖一切冷漠&lt;br /&gt;這個世界真有一位上帝 祂的雙手 渴望緊緊擁抱妳&lt;br /&gt;漫漫長夜 陪你走過 祂愛你 伴你一生之久&lt;/span&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/2542016604068601465-6809394651466018261?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6809394651466018261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-pas-t-although-i-am-christian-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6809394651466018261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/6809394651466018261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-pas-t-although-i-am-christian-but.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiH2SvL9rFI/AAAAAAAAB8w/30Y66Sy3xmw/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-9059407723770890710</id><published>2009-05-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:58:21.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guixin took a photo of me and edit, i will blog tml the pic after church :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-9059407723770890710?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9059407723770890710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/guixin-took-photo-of-me-and-edit-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/9059407723770890710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/9059407723770890710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/guixin-took-photo-of-me-and-edit-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2622965776123351041</id><published>2009-05-30T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:58:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church song.</title><content type='html'>Dance in the morning, after that i went off early. &lt;div&gt;Apparently i just chiong back to bath and really chiong to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church Youth people today together gather to go anhui jiang dao sister's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached church, some people reached alrdy &amp;amp; we waited for eunice &amp;amp; bernice then everyone go together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some sit eunice's car, some sit kaixiang's car. It's really cool if you can drive ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went  to Anhui jiang dao's sister's house. There's really alot of church people there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of children too :D Anhui and her sisters cooked thai food for us cause they're thai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crabs, thai curry, beef soup, buns &amp;amp; etc :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma cooked thai curry before too. It's nice. The curry is in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We prayed all together before eating &amp;amp; after eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, JIA XUAN is so cute lah! And her twin brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anhui's children are all so damm cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took pictures w/ 'em, however i can't load cause my phone is not bluetooth friendly w/ my lappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind, it's okay though. Will see jiaxuan tml in church again i hope? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That small little xiao bu dian, damm funny. When we were praying before we leave, she's standing in front of me and she keep biting my hands -.- My hands very nice to lick? :/ lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i really enjoyed today. The feeling of when so many, a whole big family is together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying, &amp;amp; you know you do everything together. So crowed, &amp;amp; yeah i like that feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is part of lyrics in one of the church song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best fav song lah, but i don't have the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me think back i can only rmb...          ..........but it's very meaningful though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有一天，如果覺得失去勇氣&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有一天，如果真的想放氣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有一天，如果感覺沒人愛你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有一天，如果真的跌到骨底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那一天，你要正做你的心情&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那一天，你要真習你自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那一天，你要知道有人愛你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那一天，不要輕意說放氣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;這個世界真有一位上諦......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah, i forgot :/ But yeah personally i think it's very meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2622965776123351041?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2622965776123351041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/church-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2622965776123351041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2622965776123351041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/church-song.html' title='Church song.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-2556356050856555708</id><published>2009-05-30T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:15:33.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot even enjoy my september holidays alrdy now due to my failed modules. &lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i can imagine after june 2 weeks holidays, projs and projs and whatever shit will start again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, when it's time when i can enjoy, i am so gonna enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T CARE. I don't have life now alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bec of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOTIONS GRAPHICS AND BROADCAST DESIGN COURSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou to my this course, i totally lost my 'life'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S IT.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt; can understand how MGBDs ppl feel unless you're one of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever, you all won't get to understand. Not even after we explain to you people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-2556356050856555708?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2556356050856555708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cannot-even-enjoy-my-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2556356050856555708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/2556356050856555708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cannot-even-enjoy-my-september.html' title=''/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542016604068601465.post-5777796557618531403</id><published>2009-05-30T00:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:48:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D , I WANT MOOLAHZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;MARKS &amp;amp; SPENCER'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sweet are really very very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAGE ONE got alot of nice books :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it photography, fashion ...... etc :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiAQdm06exI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-o8Ji-m1u1s/s1600-h/Photo+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiAQdm06exI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-o8Ji-m1u1s/s400/Photo+332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341287258886142738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiAQdXkZyXI/AAAAAAAAB8g/peNFJekeBAk/s400/Photo+332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341287254790359410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damm tired today but these few days can finally somehow relax bit. Never felt so relax for a long time already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught the movie, night at the museum2 today (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously want my 2weeks holidays to come as soon as possible, please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tml, dance, church, work. Actually how i hope now our cca's on friday instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause fri's always my big big presentation day then after that, free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i have to stay back in school every monday till night, couldn't go for dance prac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i will miss out and cannot catchup as time goes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542016604068601465-5777796557618531403?l=instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5777796557618531403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/moolah-moolahs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5777796557618531403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2542016604068601465/posts/default/5777796557618531403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instinctivechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/moolah-moolahs.html' title=':D , I WANT MOOLAHZ.'/><author><name>CYILING.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348873928778904878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1so2l6BhcE/SiAQdm06exI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-o8Ji-m1u1s/s72-c/Photo+332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
