<?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-3783697035040083795</id><updated>2012-01-25T20:33:36.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yunniex.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-2679111065098199411</id><published>2011-12-22T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:58:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img717.imageshack.us/img717/9269/seobyun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://img717.imageshack.us/img717/9269/seobyun.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heh heh heh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrjyim4ieZ1qms6tmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrjyim4ieZ1qms6tmo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-2679111065098199411?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/2679111065098199411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/12/heh-heh-heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2679111065098199411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2679111065098199411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/12/heh-heh-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-64718073857562913</id><published>2011-12-03T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T03:19:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308168_10150323673026622_546966621_8102265_1474184546_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308168_10150323673026622_546966621_8102265_1474184546_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="general_head" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="general_head" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;Swallow your feelings. Scoop them neatly and don’t let them spill  or leave a stain. Chew them quickly – don’t savor them – just long  enough to make them an unrecognizable mush before pushing them down to  be dissolved in the acid below. Start small, just the ones you can  handle: sadness when someone dies in a movie, anger at tech support.  Those are the ones that make sense, that go down smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="general_head" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/292656_10150261680171622_546966621_7662784_7895026_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/292656_10150261680171622_546966621_7662784_7895026_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="general_head" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="general_head" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="general_head" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;Others are harder to swallow, the complex, multi-course meals made of  layer after layer of uncertainty and guilt, warring flavors of  disbelief and longing to believe, fear of getting what you want and fear  of losing what you never had. It’s okay if you can’t choke them down  right away, if they get stuck halfway and leave a lump in your throat,  if they make you sick and some of them leak out through your eyes and  nose or burst out of your mouth when you least expect it. It happens to  the best of us. You just have to build up a tolerance. Consume them  little by little, and before you know it, you’ll have room on your plate  for something else, something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/321115_10150803102485183_872590182_20755591_1751793095_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/321115_10150803102485183_872590182_20755591_1751793095_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just as you can’t remember the time before you ate solid food, soon  it will become second nature. One day you’ll wonder when the last time  you cried was, and find you can’t remember. That’s great, you’ll think,  no one can hurt you now. No one can touch you. You are a pristine and  impenetrable fortress of stoicism. Everything is blank and immaculate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/381352_10150976647550613_621680612_21726952_1790544106_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/381352_10150976647550613_621680612_21726952_1790544106_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Carry on and don’t give it another thought. Not until someone asks  you how you feel and you don’t have an answer because you just don’t  know. Not until something happens and you laugh when you were supposed  to cry because somewhere along the way the wires got crossed. Not until  someone is sitting in front of you, spewing their feelings and begging  for yours and all you can think is what a mess they’ve made in the place  you’ve worked so hard to keep so tidy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- article by &lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/swallow-your-feelings/"&gt;Julie Beck from Thought Catalog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-64718073857562913?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/64718073857562913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/12/motto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/64718073857562913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/64718073857562913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/12/motto.html' title='Motto'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1685957994915061918</id><published>2011-11-01T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:25:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like you're homesick for a place that doesn't even exist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302459_10150361228835536_545955535_8019982_1288792077_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend uploaded this picture and I loved it. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xa9.xanga.com/11fe354028135276653736/z218758532.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://xa9.xanga.com/11fe354028135276653736/z218758532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but &lt;b&gt;yourself&lt;/b&gt;, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-1685957994915061918?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/1685957994915061918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/11/daunting-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1685957994915061918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1685957994915061918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/11/daunting-decisions.html' title='It&apos;s like you&apos;re homesick for a place that doesn&apos;t even exist.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6397544179023748494</id><published>2011-08-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:20:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can imagine being about 40 and looking for him again, only to turn up and find that he's settled with a beautiful wife and beautiful kids and he's completely happy... and I'm still on my own. The song's about that and I'm scared at the thought of that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele, Someone Like You. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6397544179023748494?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6397544179023748494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-can-imagine-being-about-40-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6397544179023748494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6397544179023748494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-can-imagine-being-about-40-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-4102321753200680495</id><published>2011-05-27T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:01:33.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a glutton...</title><content type='html'>... contrary to all the baking pictures on this blog. Nyum nyum, but I'm so hungry after editing The Point pictures from last night. The first 7th baby turned 21 on 7th April! Happy birthday, Jun Jing! Thanks for always being the point of reason of BESI (details in the next post!) and the sanest person on the 'normal scale'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprise dinner organized by Mian at Platform 28 in Docklands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206268_10150146656641646_555511645_7096283_8068475_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206268_10150146656641646_555511645_7096283_8068475_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, JJ! Ps: the Brunetti cream puff thingymajiggy was so yummy. And creamy. And yums. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205768_10150146662246646_555511645_7096346_7870187_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205768_10150146662246646_555511645_7096346_7870187_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217407_10150146660551646_555511645_7096326_5648437_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217407_10150146660551646_555511645_7096326_5648437_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:O ==&amp;gt; That's not the birthday girl. Seriously.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215599_10150146659051646_555511645_7096310_4951049_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/215599_10150146659051646_555511645_7096310_4951049_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 'prank' candle that would not be blown out! &amp;gt;:) And an ominous looking knife... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208460_10150146661231646_555511645_7096337_1617769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208460_10150146661231646_555511645_7096337_1617769_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207184_10150146660881646_555511645_7096333_2412047_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207184_10150146660881646_555511645_7096333_2412047_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a fab night as usual. Accompanied with very near-misses and our horrible &lt;strike&gt;confirmcannotjoinCIA&lt;/strike&gt; attempts to act 'natural' and not draw attention to ourselves. ;) Next up was Flare Cocktail Night with a white theme! It was really fun since I haven't seen the Flare peeps for ages. It felt like it was just yesterday when I keep rushing out of my apartment at night to go for rehearsals. Neverland after! :D :D :D It's my new favourite place. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222132_10150580146440296_552825295_18269089_5612071_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222132_10150580146440296_552825295_18269089_5612071_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tai Howe photobombed a potential profile picture. BOO YOU! ;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222408_10150574967120296_552825295_18192515_4627087_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222408_10150574967120296_552825295_18192515_4627087_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favourite picture of the night. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223485_10150574970280296_552825295_18192579_2428180_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223485_10150574970280296_552825295_18192579_2428180_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223543_10150574958580296_552825295_18192355_715847_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223543_10150574958580296_552825295_18192355_715847_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217153_10150577494220296_552825295_18232451_6046862_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217153_10150577494220296_552825295_18232451_6046862_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're so ghetto. Y'all. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221857_10150160128521622_546966621_6746645_2627582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221857_10150160128521622_546966621_6746645_2627582_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My face is the epitome of colon dee. :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;SWOTVAC is here. Oh my goodness, I'm so nervous. I need to do well. It's not an option but yet I feel that I'm gonna fall so hard on my ass that it'll actually expand (if possible). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I literally BROKE my hand-mixer. The machinery in it gave a huge smoky crankle sound and parts started falling out. Sobs. No more baking until I get a new one. :((( Today is not a good day. Maybe it's a sign that I should stop baking when I'm stressed out from studying and instead... study some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Lately, I've been feeling that I've lost that little bit of magic sparkle. All I can think about is how I can't be that person I want to be... no matter how hard I try. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-4102321753200680495?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/4102321753200680495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-not-glutton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4102321753200680495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4102321753200680495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-not-glutton.html' title='I am not a glutton...'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-47287590663625573</id><published>2011-04-22T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:25:44.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>After approx. three to four dreadful weeks of uni, Easter holidays are finally here! It calls for a celebration. Which is where I'm heading off to now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my carrot-cake cupcakes earlier? Well, for potluck, I made it into a .... cake! Instead of maple cream cheese, I layered it with chocolate cream cheese instead and added some dulce de leche. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAgaDw6wAdo/TbFEz_kacXI/AAAAAAAAC6c/s-p70c8GMDw/s1600/IMG_4237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAgaDw6wAdo/TbFEz_kacXI/AAAAAAAAC6c/s-p70c8GMDw/s400/IMG_4237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAZDBNXguGk/TbFE8O1QINI/AAAAAAAAC6g/8wFZpeiyZvw/s1600/IMG_4240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAZDBNXguGk/TbFE8O1QINI/AAAAAAAAC6g/8wFZpeiyZvw/s400/IMG_4240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Googoogaga. This was before the horrible :( cake tilting incident which ended up wit half of the frosting/decoration ruined. :( But, damage control!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4puRScLZuRI/TbFE84GepwI/AAAAAAAAC6k/iR4mD9R56pA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-22+at+19.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4puRScLZuRI/TbFE84GepwI/AAAAAAAAC6k/iR4mD9R56pA/s400/Photo+on+2011-04-22+at+19.02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pre-celebration drink: a smoothie. I'm so cool. :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-47287590663625573?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/47287590663625573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/47287590663625573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/47287590663625573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAgaDw6wAdo/TbFEz_kacXI/AAAAAAAAC6c/s-p70c8GMDw/s72-c/IMG_4237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-4597900338083356947</id><published>2011-04-19T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:23:46.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot-Cake Cupcakes with Maple Cream Cheese Frosting</title><content type='html'>Top five reasons to make carrot cake cupcakes in the middle of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've just finished studying three weeks worth of Investments for the whole day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bag of neglected carrots in the fridge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over-active mind which is always clouded with confusing thoughts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've had two cups of skinny lattes. And you don't feel skinny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No idea what to bring for a potluck this coming Thursday. :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Most people (mainly me) have this misconception into thinking that 3 cups of carrots stuffed into a batch of cupcakes is good for you. It's very true. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GHR85FVgTA/TaktUgix-dI/AAAAAAAAC5g/qRLq4rG6eL4/s1600/IMG_4209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GHR85FVgTA/TaktUgix-dI/AAAAAAAAC5g/qRLq4rG6eL4/s400/IMG_4209.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinnamon! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zM3xkZk5ig/Taktc2tgFsI/AAAAAAAAC5k/h1_Us7X7vm8/s1600/IMG_4210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zM3xkZk5ig/Taktc2tgFsI/AAAAAAAAC5k/h1_Us7X7vm8/s400/IMG_4210.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinammon totally floats my boat. Recipe asked for 2 teaspoons; I included 4 teaspoons. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG181RzgVHs/TaktumLlPjI/AAAAAAAAC5s/M7vClVB6bKI/s1600/IMG_4212.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG181RzgVHs/TaktumLlPjI/AAAAAAAAC5s/M7vClVB6bKI/s400/IMG_4212.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFMaHOlKGZk/Takt5arDRSI/AAAAAAAAC5w/lsaCmOOEkvE/s1600/IMG_4214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFMaHOlKGZk/Takt5arDRSI/AAAAAAAAC5w/lsaCmOOEkvE/s400/IMG_4214.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three cups of grated carrots. That's a LOT of carrots. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7iKdN0HMyg/TakuEOAQBmI/AAAAAAAAC50/lSae3bUjOcU/s1600/IMG_4217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7iKdN0HMyg/TakuEOAQBmI/AAAAAAAAC50/lSae3bUjOcU/s400/IMG_4217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Chopped' walnuts: more like me taking a can of pineapple and smashing walnuts into smithereens. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgGfG2W2ZN0/TakuKnya0NI/AAAAAAAAC54/f3JScaAIQvc/s1600/IMG_4218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgGfG2W2ZN0/TakuKnya0NI/AAAAAAAAC54/f3JScaAIQvc/s400/IMG_4218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you want to bake, you've got to deal with the dirty dishes. I'm still trying to find my way around this. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t38cRHbFNpc/TakuR8rmAFI/AAAAAAAAC58/g6owiuXpTro/s1600/IMG_4220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t38cRHbFNpc/TakuR8rmAFI/AAAAAAAAC58/g6owiuXpTro/s400/IMG_4220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letting the fresh-out-of-the-oven cakes cool. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UVezijfHp0/Taku3u8NBSI/AAAAAAAAC6M/eFkcF68-VDQ/s1600/IMG_4229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UVezijfHp0/Taku3u8NBSI/AAAAAAAAC6M/eFkcF68-VDQ/s400/IMG_4229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use some maple syrup for the cream cheese frosting. Found it stashed at the back of the cupboard. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yay, I'm super doo-wop&amp;nbsp; happy that the icing was the perfect consistency. Knowing my track record with runny icings and icings that are so sweet that it could make your eyes roll to the back of your head... I wasn't expecting much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhEEZHdpIMY/TakumM6myzI/AAAAAAAAC6E/6KSklRCaZSg/s1600/IMG_4224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhEEZHdpIMY/TakumM6myzI/AAAAAAAAC6E/6KSklRCaZSg/s400/IMG_4224.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PH38IIqRBYk/TakvOb_ynXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/YoUAAkgDUT4/s1600/IMG_4233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PH38IIqRBYk/TakvOb_ynXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/YoUAAkgDUT4/s400/IMG_4233.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures were taken during the day, hence different lighting as above. :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mG01Dnlpfks/TakvdjUK6aI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/DK-vpkkkk0M/s1600/IMG_4235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mG01Dnlpfks/TakvdjUK6aI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/DK-vpkkkk0M/s400/IMG_4235.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;GROWLLLLL.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Today is such a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;day. :( I've been thinking way way way too much for my liking and it's really hard for me to concentrate without those thoughts coming across my mind. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone provide me some good distractions please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-4597900338083356947?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/4597900338083356947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/04/carrot-cake-cupcakes-with-maple-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4597900338083356947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4597900338083356947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/04/carrot-cake-cupcakes-with-maple-cream.html' title='Carrot-Cake Cupcakes with Maple Cream Cheese Frosting'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GHR85FVgTA/TaktUgix-dI/AAAAAAAAC5g/qRLq4rG6eL4/s72-c/IMG_4209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3657967405265918081</id><published>2011-03-31T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:24:15.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200393_10150194561719505_512994504_8362369_7602944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200393_10150194561719505_512994504_8362369_7602944_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shall officially be called... the day I became&lt;i&gt; really &lt;/i&gt;happy. ;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198067_10150459259995183_872590182_17843551_5866843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198067_10150459259995183_872590182_17843551_5866843_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still been baking in my teeny kitchen. It's just that I hardly take out my battered ol' camera to take pictures while I'm baking. Instead, I used my camera for this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/197294_10150447321315702_640530701_17943772_1599300_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/197294_10150447321315702_640530701_17943772_1599300_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I concentrate in lectures. Seriously. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough weeks up ahead! Cross your fingers for me and hope I can get through it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3657967405265918081?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3657967405265918081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/03/hachoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3657967405265918081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3657967405265918081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/03/hachoo.html' title='Hachoo'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-7693050195442627456</id><published>2011-03-19T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:07:38.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.</title><content type='html'>Week Three is over. Where has the time gone? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188302_10150425089340183_872590182_17447626_7292960_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188302_10150425089340183_872590182_17447626_7292960_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188445_10150428394890183_872590182_17484711_2376240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188445_10150428394890183_872590182_17484711_2376240_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are made for procrastinating. I'm just drifting around my apartment and getting nothing productive done. I must finish my Audit tutorial homework and then I'll get to bake. Okay... okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196361_10150154116291830_752736829_8580142_2289242_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196361_10150154116291830_752736829_8580142_2289242_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ntxq-urp2mw/TXMRvop7aZI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/3mFcWyHl484/s1600/IMG_4179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ntxq-urp2mw/TXMRvop7aZI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/3mFcWyHl484/s400/IMG_4179.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DGVbbnIFA3M/TXM-np_HqiI/AAAAAAAAC5c/HWuNTgD-vRg/s1600/IMG_4181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DGVbbnIFA3M/TXM-np_HqiI/AAAAAAAAC5c/HWuNTgD-vRg/s400/IMG_4181.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had the best dessert(s) last night. Boxhill is too far away! I'm feeling like a warm, fat lazy manatee. Give me a hug! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199693_10150447892580296_552825295_17617763_1138096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199693_10150447892580296_552825295_17617763_1138096_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190704_10150443872400557_813860556_17838080_3210093_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190704_10150443872400557_813860556_17838080_3210093_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I read this somewhere on somebody's blog. &lt;i&gt;"Now I can make my own journey, instead of living life vicariously through others"&lt;/i&gt;. This is &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;true. I can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-7693050195442627456?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/7693050195442627456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-come-to-love-not-by-finding-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7693050195442627456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7693050195442627456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-come-to-love-not-by-finding-perfect.html' title='We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ntxq-urp2mw/TXMRvop7aZI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/3mFcWyHl484/s72-c/IMG_4179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6598902195818314452</id><published>2011-03-06T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:58:55.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Makes Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_570xN.204513054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_570xN.204513054.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.205349731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.205349731.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JP3IG_sXRz8/TWPU4Vsv03I/AAAAAAAAD4Y/j2y4e_VHUTk/s1600/Fling+Yourself+on+the+Bed+and+SOB+UNCONTROLLABLY+print%252C+5+x+7+Keep+Calm+and+Carry+On+parody.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JP3IG_sXRz8/TWPU4Vsv03I/AAAAAAAAD4Y/j2y4e_VHUTk/s320/Fling+Yourself+on+the+Bed+and+SOB+UNCONTROLLABLY+print%252C+5+x+7+Keep+Calm+and+Carry+On+parody.jpeg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My ultimate favourite. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would totally get these instead of the boring &lt;i&gt;'Keep Calm and Carry On' &lt;/i&gt;poster. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6598902195818314452?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6598902195818314452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-makes-me-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6598902195818314452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6598902195818314452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-makes-me-laugh.html' title='Things That Makes Me Laugh'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JP3IG_sXRz8/TWPU4Vsv03I/AAAAAAAAD4Y/j2y4e_VHUTk/s72-c/Fling+Yourself+on+the+Bed+and+SOB+UNCONTROLLABLY+print%252C+5+x+7+Keep+Calm+and+Carry+On+parody.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-7269930575561008813</id><published>2011-02-22T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:29:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six on the second hand; two new year resolutions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1239.photobucket.com/albums/ff509/ashtaylaf/A1/A8/z215981771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://i1239.photobucket.com/albums/ff509/ashtaylaf/A1/A8/z215981771.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Story of my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for each other&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;We got all these words&lt;br /&gt;Can't waste them on another&lt;br /&gt;So I'm straight in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Running back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-7269930575561008813?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/7269930575561008813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-on-second-hand-two-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7269930575561008813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7269930575561008813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-on-second-hand-two-new-year.html' title='Six on the second hand; two new year resolutions.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-212009285607075130</id><published>2011-02-17T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:37:53.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniature Pretzels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Addicted to: Down by Jason Walker (feat. Molly Reed)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the annoyance of my parents, I carried on my baking charade! Miniature pretzels. Aww, sho cute. :3 PS: I love the dough hook attachment of the KitchenAid. It helps me knead the dough! Saves me much time and energy on beating that lump up. Oh, but you have to bear with the weird wet slapping sound it makes. Recipe from very knowledgeable &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2007/02/knotted-and-stacked-disappearing-acts/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxaFjdbGMf4/TVuj3aXC_mI/AAAAAAAAC44/MQP2AvB3Y2s/s1600/IMG_4163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxaFjdbGMf4/TVuj3aXC_mI/AAAAAAAAC44/MQP2AvB3Y2s/s400/IMG_4163.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and it looks like a freaky alien glob. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVffqZvPDOs/TVukZn8Fl-I/AAAAAAAAC48/lH_HzeSTtsU/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVffqZvPDOs/TVukZn8Fl-I/AAAAAAAAC48/lH_HzeSTtsU/s400/IMG_4165.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let it rise in a warm spot. I chose the floor next to my kitchen door. Rise, bitch, rise! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLJ5bm5mVis/TVuk-dg6PMI/AAAAAAAAC5A/TtEOUUnknkU/s1600/IMG_4166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLJ5bm5mVis/TVuk-dg6PMI/AAAAAAAAC5A/TtEOUUnknkU/s400/IMG_4166.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, much better. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi4JOro7hUQ/TVuldv9bxwI/AAAAAAAAC5E/9YcrpPgKSoQ/s1600/IMG_4167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi4JOro7hUQ/TVuldv9bxwI/AAAAAAAAC5E/9YcrpPgKSoQ/s400/IMG_4167.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form them pretzels! Heh, I followed Martha Stewart's very useful 1-2-3 instructions. Let's just say woman knows her stuff! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMd5RBqXg28/TVul65gjy1I/AAAAAAAAC5I/oFCgr22wq6w/s1600/IMG_4170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMd5RBqXg28/TVul65gjy1I/AAAAAAAAC5I/oFCgr22wq6w/s400/IMG_4170.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretzels were so small and fat despite my vain efforts to roll them longer. &lt;strike&gt;Just like me. &lt;/strike&gt;;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZbIphAN1Bc/TVumhxKGfbI/AAAAAAAAC5M/Tew95WwEoZw/s1600/IMG_4173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZbIphAN1Bc/TVumhxKGfbI/AAAAAAAAC5M/Tew95WwEoZw/s400/IMG_4173.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boil a pot of water. Spoon in some baking soda and sugar and... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned earlier how obsessed I am with VD? Oh Damon Salvatore/Boone. &amp;gt;:) I've been downloading it like crazy. My poor internet connection is huffing and puffing its way to meet my demands. Also, I'm so disappointed with Uniqlo. The hoodies are so thin. My t-shirt gives me more heat than that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week and a half back to Melbourne. I want to go back. Yet, I don't want to go back. Story of my life. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I only have two days. Is this all I get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGEjc3BnlkQ/TVunIBGuA-I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/rtZugGpI0cM/s1600/IMG_4174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGEjc3BnlkQ/TVunIBGuA-I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/rtZugGpI0cM/s400/IMG_4174.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOIL THEM BUNNIES! :D Nah kidding. I don't actually boil bunnies. Plus, it's bad feng shui. Year of the Rabbit and all. Sorry, I'm rambling. Ignore me. My brain is as porous as a sponge. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0zKniD5eJQ/TVunyGHhhPI/AAAAAAAAC5U/IwDeq2H82Q8/s1600/IMG_4176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0zKniD5eJQ/TVunyGHhhPI/AAAAAAAAC5U/IwDeq2H82Q8/s400/IMG_4176.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw them in the oven for about 20 minutes and TADAH! Golden brown and very very chewy. Nyum. I ate mine with ikan bilis sambal. How Malaysian of me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="goog_175628326"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_175628327"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try, I know I'm gonna fall down. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-212009285607075130?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/212009285607075130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/02/miniature-pretzels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/212009285607075130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/212009285607075130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/02/miniature-pretzels.html' title='Miniature Pretzels'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxaFjdbGMf4/TVuj3aXC_mI/AAAAAAAAC44/MQP2AvB3Y2s/s72-c/IMG_4163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3119279327357280095</id><published>2011-02-15T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:01:56.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Affair with Cinnamon Rolls</title><content type='html'>Whoopeedoo! It's Valentine's Day and the best thing is &lt;strike&gt;internshipisover&lt;/strike&gt; I have finally finally made them &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/cinammon_rolls_/"&gt;Cinnamon Rolls&lt;/a&gt;! The thought of these cinnamon rolls got me through the last few weeks of internship. &lt;i&gt;I.. must.. make.. them... &lt;/i&gt;Ahem, excuse me. So I raided the storeroom stock on Saturday night to tick off the recipe checklist and Mommy helped me get what I was missing out: milk, yeast, flour, butter, cinnamon on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know how that sounds, instead of being hip and going out on fancy dinners or doing that whole singles-boycott-Valentines exercise, I'm staying at home and eating cinnamon rolls. Now you know that I was totally that fat kid in high school. Still am, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpKoINTdapU/TVj9bvHqtdI/AAAAAAAAC38/lUf-Egjb2NE/s1600/IMG_4138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpKoINTdapU/TVj9bvHqtdI/AAAAAAAAC38/lUf-Egjb2NE/s400/IMG_4138.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore fat fingers. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;First time that I've used yeast in baking. I was a bit worried at first; if you place the yeast too early, you'll kill the little suckers. If you place it too late, they won't die but they won't work their glorious magic with the dough. How fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4eNvi6NDX8/TVj-RyWopDI/AAAAAAAAC4A/Yp9uXeU-Phs/s1600/IMG_4139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4eNvi6NDX8/TVj-RyWopDI/AAAAAAAAC4A/Yp9uXeU-Phs/s400/IMG_4139.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw yeast into big-ass pot with scalded milk, vegetable oil and sugar. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrHsrbw3GBs/TVj_0bwismI/AAAAAAAAC4E/XcwS0vgzmHE/s1600/IMG_4142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrHsrbw3GBs/TVj_0bwismI/AAAAAAAAC4E/XcwS0vgzmHE/s400/IMG_4142.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plonk in four cups of flour. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFUdDs4k0Mg/TVkB5v4zRyI/AAAAAAAAC4I/KaqWTMqvhG4/s1600/IMG_4147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFUdDs4k0Mg/TVkB5v4zRyI/AAAAAAAAC4I/KaqWTMqvhG4/s400/IMG_4147.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stir!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the things that I hate most about bread (other than the fact that it makes me have thunder thighs) is the rising time. Stir, wait, watch Fox, oogle Mike's coolness, walk around aimlessly, poke dough with a stick, repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EADkNbwxup4/TVkD5yNEM0I/AAAAAAAAC4M/Fo_Kzkowliw/s1600/IMG_4150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EADkNbwxup4/TVkD5yNEM0I/AAAAAAAAC4M/Fo_Kzkowliw/s400/IMG_4150.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZgOdzfCS-8/TVkGCny6GSI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/hUzTXa5UX3c/s1600/IMG_4152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZgOdzfCS-8/TVkGCny6GSI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/hUzTXa5UX3c/s400/IMG_4152.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please ignore very unflattering worktop. It was the table which I used for my Add Maths tuition! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNUh9CjWluE/TVkKkTwQBDI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/8gBINPdQ6X8/s1600/IMG_4154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNUh9CjWluE/TVkKkTwQBDI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/8gBINPdQ6X8/s400/IMG_4154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slather melted butter. Sprinkle sugar and cinnamon. And, if you were distracted (like me), you'll accidentally sprinkle less ingredients then you're supposed to. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKyv2uhcaJs/TVkwAUcxaUI/AAAAAAAAC4c/2vaHEXyXrVQ/s1600/IMG_4155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKyv2uhcaJs/TVkwAUcxaUI/AAAAAAAAC4c/2vaHEXyXrVQ/s400/IMG_4155.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use a pastry brush to even goodness out. Or, if you're like me, just use hands and mix it all around. Don't wash it off. Swipe it on your face. It's a good facial. No. Seriously.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzMfQn0OY_o/TVkx8wYIO2I/AAAAAAAAC4k/672UiMfYGwA/s1600/IMG_4158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzMfQn0OY_o/TVkx8wYIO2I/AAAAAAAAC4k/672UiMfYGwA/s400/IMG_4158.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadah! These little ones expand like crazy in the oven! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJboWR6o4k0/TVkzCPRA4bI/AAAAAAAAC4o/SM75l0FcF_s/s1600/IMG_4160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJboWR6o4k0/TVkzCPRA4bI/AAAAAAAAC4o/SM75l0FcF_s/s400/IMG_4160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get a picture of the full rolls fresh out of the oven. But, my sister attacked it first. Then I did. And my mom did. Cinnamon rolls ftw! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyZr37b1ohc/TVk0ahJrjhI/AAAAAAAAC4s/3bv90YRsG-Y/s1600/IMG_4161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyZr37b1ohc/TVk0ahJrjhI/AAAAAAAAC4s/3bv90YRsG-Y/s400/IMG_4161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_254979163"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_254979164"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm totally hooked on the Vampire Diaries! :D YES, MORE VAMPIRES. But, seriously, the Salvatores put Twilight to shame. :) And the lead heroine is not a complete headcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hooray, all my classes for Sem One are finally registered. I have won the waiting game! *cue warrior music*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3119279327357280095?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3119279327357280095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-love-affair-with-cinnamon-rolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3119279327357280095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3119279327357280095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-love-affair-with-cinnamon-rolls.html' title='My Love Affair with Cinnamon Rolls'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpKoINTdapU/TVj9bvHqtdI/AAAAAAAAC38/lUf-Egjb2NE/s72-c/IMG_4138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-5512853632736217229</id><published>2011-01-21T10:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:40:05.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pineapple Tarts and Chocolate Bundt Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAM:&lt;/b&gt; If you accept, this ring will symbolize my promise to you&lt;i&gt; to be true&lt;/i&gt;. To never  pressure you to do anything more than kiss. To listen to your problems.  To tell you when you have food in your teeth or eye gunk. To come over  to your house whenever you need something super heavy moved around. I  promise to make you feel proud when you point down the hall and say,  ‘That dude’s my boyfriend.’ I promise to do all of those things… without  ever trying to sound like Matthew McConaughey. I really care about you,  Quinn, and I want us to be together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Because this blog needs more sappy quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with Pa waking me up early to go to Devi's Corner. To be honest, a good breakfast is &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; a good mamak accompanied with an iced Milo. Please don't stab me, dim sum enthusiasts. Came back from Bangsar and took a shut-eye till it's time for baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy grated five whole pineapples yesterday. The family decided to make a whole big batch of pineapple tarts to usher in the new year! Personally, I'm not a huge fan of pineapple tarts. I prefer eating the tarts just by itself and chuck the pineapple chunk aside. But for these batch of goodies, I have to make an exception. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThAn9TVsQI/AAAAAAAAC2U/Qs7brqE2BPQ/s1600/IMG_4067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThAn9TVsQI/AAAAAAAAC2U/Qs7brqE2BPQ/s400/IMG_4067.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grated cooked pineapple! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThBOE2S9YI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/TPO0q2uCFGk/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThBOE2S9YI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/TPO0q2uCFGk/s400/IMG_4068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roll the jam into cute balls. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThB3qsbhYI/AAAAAAAAC2c/WaayfJNN5ZE/s1600/IMG_4071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThB3qsbhYI/AAAAAAAAC2c/WaayfJNN5ZE/s400/IMG_4071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're taking over the kitchen! Bounce! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThCYzd_fQI/AAAAAAAAC2g/dj1y4ytwBmc/s1600/IMG_4072.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThCYzd_fQI/AAAAAAAAC2g/dj1y4ytwBmc/s400/IMG_4072.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instruments of torture. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThEAJj3-bI/AAAAAAAAC2s/Hw79kVVdB40/s1600/IMG_4076.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThEAJj3-bI/AAAAAAAAC2s/Hw79kVVdB40/s400/IMG_4076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brush egg yolk&amp;nbsp; on the top of the pineapple tarts before they go into the oven! I love brushing the yolk. &lt;i&gt;Brush brush. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTg_Vid4xHI/AAAAAAAAC2M/RHvkTa2qCEc/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTg_Vid4xHI/AAAAAAAAC2M/RHvkTa2qCEc/s400/IMG_4063.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahoy! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTg_4NSM6cI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/9ogR7PeAAr0/s1600/IMG_4065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTg_4NSM6cI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/9ogR7PeAAr0/s400/IMG_4065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All golden and fresh from the oven. :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They are amazing. Usually the store bought pineapple tarts are so dry and leaves an awful after-taste in your mouth. But these homemade tarts melt in your mouth so perfectly. Plus, the whole tart and jam really complete the package. YUMMY :) I hardly contributed much, to be honest. All I did was recook the pineapple, brush the egg yolk and play 'swap the baking tray' with the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThEccug6uI/AAAAAAAAC2w/uewMsPn8SWU/s1600/IMG_4079.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThEccug6uI/AAAAAAAAC2w/uewMsPn8SWU/s400/IMG_4079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All sealed up with paper dollies! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThFEwaRzWI/AAAAAAAAC20/zi5jrvgjqYw/s1600/IMG_4085.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThFEwaRzWI/AAAAAAAAC20/zi5jrvgjqYw/s400/IMG_4085.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made a grand total of 230++ pineapple tarts. Which took about.. five to six hours. Woah, to infinity and beyond! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Also happening concurrently with the pineapple tarts was the making of a chocolate bundt cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTg7KruUF_I/AAAAAAAAC2I/O5R01MJnGn4/s1600/IMG_4054.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTg7KruUF_I/AAAAAAAAC2I/O5R01MJnGn4/s400/IMG_4054.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flour mixture was really runny and wet but it bakes up like a dream. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThDEfJubMI/AAAAAAAAC2k/Ujy82WxsyIA/s1600/IMG_4074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThDEfJubMI/AAAAAAAAC2k/Ujy82WxsyIA/s400/IMG_4074.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smother chocolate icing on it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThDhMwNy0I/AAAAAAAAC2o/Oh9-bKIeanc/s1600/IMG_4075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThDhMwNy0I/AAAAAAAAC2o/Oh9-bKIeanc/s400/IMG_4075.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a bit disappointed on how it turned out to look like a big-ass donut instead of a bundt. Oh wells. Let's dig in! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThGgGalTeI/AAAAAAAAC28/2lNoOmMXeUY/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThGgGalTeI/AAAAAAAAC28/2lNoOmMXeUY/s400/IMG_4095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoops, weird camera lighting. CLUBBING CAKE! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThIJec-NWI/AAAAAAAAC3E/4GWSQQY4tTU/s1600/IMG_4100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThIJec-NWI/AAAAAAAAC3E/4GWSQQY4tTU/s400/IMG_4100.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chomp chomp. Hands down.. Best 'big-ass donut' chocolate cake ever! :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, Thaipusam was a holiday not wasted. I have to say baking is so exhausting. It leaves your face feeling warm from the heat of the oven and your legs to be hurting and aching from standing up too long. Boy, it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for tomorrow, a Martha Stewart 'Healthy' Lemony Angel Food Cake! Recipe seems a bit difficult and not something I am used to. It would be a good challenge. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-5512853632736217229?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/5512853632736217229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-pineapple-tarts-and-chocolate-bundt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5512853632736217229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5512853632736217229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-pineapple-tarts-and-chocolate-bundt.html' title='Of Pineapple Tarts and Chocolate Bundt Cake!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TThAn9TVsQI/AAAAAAAAC2U/Qs7brqE2BPQ/s72-c/IMG_4067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-5816380370754248047</id><published>2011-01-11T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:25:36.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I feel now and SCONES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ac695X5o1qaa4cg.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ac695X5o1qaa4cg.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday (16/1/2011) Update:&lt;/b&gt; I made scones! :) I had an insane hormone-induced craving for scones so I baked some. Huge thanks to my new idol, &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;! She is fantabulous, I tell you. She can create amazing things out of thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKsgjgnqVI/AAAAAAAAC2E/DXhc2dU8QRE/s1600/IMG_4045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKsgjgnqVI/AAAAAAAAC2E/DXhc2dU8QRE/s400/IMG_4045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fresh off the oven! I didn't have a large round cookie cutter so I decided to cut them into squares instead. Oooh, scone-making is so fun! It is the best feeling in the world when you grate the frozen butter and smoosh them into the flour. Smoosh smoosh with your bare hands. Add buttermilk (which is basically curdled milk + vinegar). Smoosh smoosh them even more. Your hands get filled with doughy sticky goodness but it is so fun, like smooshing brains! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKr5d5WtBI/AAAAAAAAC2A/1SG5t2rgxzo/s1600/IMG_4044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKr5d5WtBI/AAAAAAAAC2A/1SG5t2rgxzo/s400/IMG_4044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a pastry brush and brush the top of the scones with melted buttery goodness! PS: Typical old-school Chinese rice bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKqz1eaxxI/AAAAAAAAC14/9Mz38hH6POg/s1600/IMG_4038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKqz1eaxxI/AAAAAAAAC14/9Mz38hH6POg/s400/IMG_4038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, all yellow, golden, soft and crumbly. And I love the cracks in the scones! &amp;lt;3 Amazing feeling when you cut through the cracks with a butterknife and smother it with cherry conserve and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKrWGwjg7I/AAAAAAAAC18/WiIkNU3KBa8/s1600/IMG_4039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKrWGwjg7I/AAAAAAAAC18/WiIkNU3KBa8/s400/IMG_4039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh la la, safe to say that the scones were a hit with the fam! Only 6 squares left out of the gazillion squares I made. This is my favourite feeling I get from baking. :) Toodly hoo, Monday tomorrow. Gah. Only four weeks left and I'm free from purgatory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Everyone. I need your prayers. It's for a really serious matter and I would really appreciate it if you could lend me a helping hand/thought/prayer. Let's all join our hands together and pray..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Please let the Head of Department grant me leave on Friday. Thank you for your time."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-5816380370754248047?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/5816380370754248047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-how-i-feel-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5816380370754248047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5816380370754248047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-how-i-feel-now.html' title='This is how I feel now and SCONES!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TTKsgjgnqVI/AAAAAAAAC2E/DXhc2dU8QRE/s72-c/IMG_4045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3271674436626845075</id><published>2011-01-10T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:30:22.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20:20 : 20 Things I Want Before I'm 20</title><content type='html'>This year, I'll be turning 20. It's pretty big, I suppose. I'm sure people will say '20? You're looking forward to 21, you mean?' No. I personally feel 21 is overrated. 21 does nothing much for you. Sure, you get the apparent freedom from the p-units. For me, I feel pretty content with the freedom my parents give me and I'm quite sure it won't change when I'm 21. Plus, you get into clubs in KL. Hmm, getting hit on by weird Ah-Bengs and worse, get raided by the police for drugs, get bullied by the bouncers, guarding your drink as though it is your life for the fear of someone might slip unknown substances in it... &lt;i&gt;how enticing&lt;/i&gt;. 20 is a whole different story... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 signifies that two decades of&amp;nbsp;my life has passed by. &lt;br /&gt;20 signifies the age that I'll have to be accountable to someone other than myself. &lt;br /&gt;20 is when I &lt;strike&gt;hopefully&lt;/strike&gt; graduate.&lt;br /&gt;20 is when I learn to step out of my comfort zone regardless of whatever my decisions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs319.ash2/59965_10150278646255296_552825295_14770561_7575259_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs319.ash2/59965_10150278646255296_552825295_14770561_7575259_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I hope to dedicate a few posts&amp;nbsp;to this blog to make a big &lt;strike&gt;and perhaps unnecessary&lt;/strike&gt; deal about 20. Okay, my birthday isn't till October but I want a sufficient head start so I can accomplish all these things and have a truly kick-ass 20. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:20 : 20 Things I Want Before I'm 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to graduate as stated above. Please God, let me graduate. If I don't, I'll&amp;nbsp; probably end up in a state of depression so severe that I'll spend most of my time in a dark corner of the room holding up my knees and muttering death threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acozykitchen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/White-Chocolate-Mousse-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://www.acozykitchen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/White-Chocolate-Mousse-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want a DSLR or any digital camera good enough to take &lt;b&gt;REALLY &lt;/b&gt;good quality photos. I was never a camera-addict but now, I really (multiple this by a million) want a good camera so I can take nice photos of my baked goods! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to find my other half. I sound desperate but seriously.. where are you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to go to Goldcoast and Sydney with the dearies. I'm supposed to be in charge of planning flights and accomodation since I expressed my refusal to stay at Backpackers. And I don't regret it. I would &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at Backpackers. No kidding. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakespy.com/storage/post-images/timessquare1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1290040358796" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.cakespy.com/storage/post-images/timessquare1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1290040358796" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want (and need) to figure out where and what I'm heading to after I graduate. Obviously, I know where I don't want to go.&amp;nbsp;No points for guessing it right because it is pretty much common knowledge now. On a side idealistic note, I still have this&amp;nbsp;weird unexplainable feeling that I want to go to&amp;nbsp;America&amp;nbsp;ie: New York. I'm sure it has nothing to do with &lt;a href="http://www.cakespy.com/blog/2010/11/17/pastry-half-marathon-an-epic-chronicle-of-visiting-all-the-b.html"&gt;the one-day pastry marathon on Broadway... &lt;/a&gt;I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to bake a proper cake. As in an awesome one with filling between the layers complete with frosting. Perhaps one for a birthday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speaking about baking, in 2010, I never thought I could bake anything worthwhile and yummy and I have exceed expectations (E)! Whee, and perhaps I found a new love for baking. Especially when I can't sleep when I'm in Melbourne and I have Facebook-ed to my heart's content. Although my kitchen is so tiny and I'm using a 3in1 convection microwave/oven, I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; I can do it. So this year, I hope to be more brave in the kitchen and share more home-cooked sweet treats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I want an Alexander McQueen skull scarf. I can't believe that I missed the end of season Net-A-Porter sale which was selling it at almost half price! I will forever hate you, "Sold Out" sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to find out what I really want. I was watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone yesterday. By the way, did you know the book is called 'Harry Potter and the &lt;i&gt;Philosopher&lt;/i&gt;'s Stone'? I have no idea why they changed the name. Was 'Philosopher' too hard for the little kiddies to pronounce? &lt;u&gt;Anyway&lt;/u&gt;, back to my point, in the book/movie a curious thing existed known as The Mirror of Erised. The Mirror of Erised (along with almost everything else in the series) is magical which shows not your face but according to the all-knowing Albus Dumbledore, shows "the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the mirror does other cool stuff like magically and illogically placing a ruby stone into young Harry, it made me wonder, what do I really want to do with the rest of my life? I have always been a 'head over heart' person for a good part of my 19 year old life. I've been following my 'head' so much that right now, everytime I think about the future, all I think about is what I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; do.&amp;nbsp; Ie: go to someplace boring like an audit firm or a bank, get overworked, buy insurance for my car, save money for a house. Snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZZBO6dCI/AAAAAAAACyc/xKgVgTHCH-8/s400/23547_10150155375425613_621680612_11805728_5156843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZZBO6dCI/AAAAAAAACyc/xKgVgTHCH-8/s400/23547_10150155375425613_621680612_11805728_5156843_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want a pair of Rayban aviators! My Sportsgirl one is falling apart. Oh money, please fall down from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loveandoliveoil.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/020410_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.loveandoliveoil.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/020410_1.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; master the art of frosting a cupcake. Beware the piping-bag wielding maniac! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A healthier body (or my old body back). Melbourne, I curse you for your large portion sizes and delicious comfort food you have provided me for the past 3 years. I have a few fitness goals to achieve this year *wink* and I cross my fingers that I can achieve it without puking or fainting. PS: you'll be surprised&lt;strike&gt; (or disgusted)&lt;/strike&gt; at how often that happens to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to go to Bali! A nice hot vacation in Bali with spa massages and lounging around like a seal on the beach. My kind of holiday. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to have a beach outing! Complete with jet-skis and yummy cold drinks on the beach. This will be preferably after I achieve #12. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog stole my slipper and he's lying on it, refusing to return it to me. Idiot. Plus, my mom is so weird. She placed baking ingredients (such as different types of flour and sugar) in the storeroom. The storeroom where we keep vacuum cleaners, old volleyballs, shoes and electrical items. Oh and she placed the white vinegar under the sink. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I want both my dogs to live long, happy and be-it slipper stealing lives. Same goes to my family and all my loved ones, excluding the slipper stealing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Host a tea party where the dress code must include hats! Or fascinators. :D Of course, I'll try to make the food as well. Too bad, the apartment is so tiny and so &lt;em&gt;un-tea-party like&lt;/em&gt; or I would have been doing it, fo sho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Romeo update: he has now stolen&lt;b&gt; three&lt;/b&gt; slippers and the slippers are sitting in his basket to the point where he's all squished up with his loot with insufficient space for him to lie in it. Now, I want my slippers back. :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I want to survive my internship. To be honest, I really feel this internship is just &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;my cup of tea. I don't regret it though. At least now I know, what to not do when I graduate. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TSpaRjheNgI/AAAAAAAAC1w/sfUqGIrKFLw/s1600/tumblrl7lnczatty1qbjh6n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TSpaRjheNgI/AAAAAAAAC1w/sfUqGIrKFLw/s400/tumblrl7lnczatty1qbjh6n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. After a bad 2010, I still can't help hoping that this year will be better. It's best to not hope at all, some people may say. And truthfully, I'm not doing the whole "2011 is gonna rock!", "I'm gonna own 2011!" or "2011 is gonna be mine!". That was what I did last year and all my expectations hit rock bottom with a big fat splat. All I can do right now is cross my fingers behind my back and hope that 2011 won't bitchslap me too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I want the same wish that I've been wishing for the past 7 years to come true. I'm sure it won't but for what it is worth, I'll put it in here anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/3&lt; p=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3271674436626845075?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3271674436626845075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/01/2020-20-things-i-want-before-im-20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3271674436626845075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3271674436626845075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2011/01/2020-20-things-i-want-before-im-20.html' title='20:20 : 20 Things I Want Before I&apos;m 20'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZZBO6dCI/AAAAAAAACyc/xKgVgTHCH-8/s72-c/23547_10150155375425613_621680612_11805728_5156843_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-5957921259286172038</id><published>2010-12-19T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:13:42.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to forget love 'cause love forgot me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvg4zPVWn1qeiy2eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvg4zPVWn1qeiy2eo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Girls  are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes  you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a  wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see,  Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist,  the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But  sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn  how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the  ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And  maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your  own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for  something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just...  moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the  unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread  signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; gave up hope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Ugh, I'm in one of my moods again. Hello, welcome back. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-5957921259286172038?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/5957921259286172038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/12/trying-to-forget-love-cause-love-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5957921259286172038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5957921259286172038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/12/trying-to-forget-love-cause-love-forgot.html' title='Trying to forget love &apos;cause love forgot me.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-750898446234254788</id><published>2010-11-25T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:21:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Adventures III: Vanilla Chai Cupcakes with Swiss Honey Meringue Buttercream</title><content type='html'>Due to the gods of 'broke'ness, I've absolutely no choice but to stay at home and refrain myself from shopping. *@#$% Not an ideal setting to a shopaholic free from exams like me. Anyway, back to the yummy stuff, I've always wondered what kind of frosting the Cupcake Family (the cupcake bakery at QV: must try their green tea cupcakes which are todiefor). I've made sticky chocolate icing (which was yummy and... sticky), frosting with buttloads of icing suger (&lt;a href="http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/10/peanut-butter-chocolate-cupcakes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and my failed can't form ftlog chocolate ganache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I discovered it: &lt;i&gt;buttercream.&lt;/i&gt; Contrary to its name, there is no cream in it but plenty of the former. And YUM, its creamy and soft but it still holds. But, there's a whole story behind it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3s11qGNdI/AAAAAAAAC0o/1PGAgfIcj7Q/s1600/IMG_4005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3s11qGNdI/AAAAAAAAC0o/1PGAgfIcj7Q/s400/IMG_4005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the simplest pleasures in life is good hot chai latte. Discovered its awesome goodness about two years ago. Perfect for cold winter days and if you're coughing up a flu, drink one of these. Miracle worker I swear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3tpZa1BfI/AAAAAAAAC0s/9HjZMmA9Knw/s1600/IMG_4006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3tpZa1BfI/AAAAAAAAC0s/9HjZMmA9Knw/s400/IMG_4006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw this and that in to this and that and you'll get this. To be honest, this would probably one of the harder recipes I've tried to follow. All that "put sifted dry ingredients in three batches alternating with milk" and "beat it till fluffy but not too fluffy". @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3uhTdOzcI/AAAAAAAAC0w/Z4fQNFRn05w/s1600/IMG_4009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3uhTdOzcI/AAAAAAAAC0w/Z4fQNFRn05w/s400/IMG_4009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3xUV8S_wI/AAAAAAAAC08/nA6fdrdylEU/s1600/IMG_4013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3xUV8S_wI/AAAAAAAAC08/nA6fdrdylEU/s400/IMG_4013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All fluffy and golden! :) And now moving on to the swiss meringue... It was quite interesting to learn how to make this. First off, placing honey, (four!!!) egg whites and sugar into a double boiler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3veKZ4vPI/AAAAAAAAC00/lvUwKab631E/s1600/IMG_4011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3veKZ4vPI/AAAAAAAAC00/lvUwKab631E/s400/IMG_4011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started panicking when I saw the ring of egg-white forming at the sides. Removed it a.s.a.p and moved it to a bowl.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3wSI3yQYI/AAAAAAAAC04/qBTgeVjCbwI/s1600/IMG_4012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3wSI3yQYI/AAAAAAAAC04/qBTgeVjCbwI/s400/IMG_4012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, this was the most funky smelling baking mixture I have ever smelt. Like.. seriously. It was eggy and sweet and to be honest, I was quite close to puking. After letting it cool for a while, I mixed 'funky smelling mixture' with the cubed butter. After mixing about 3/4 butter (I've to mix the butter cubes one by one), the the buttercream was not holding!! @#$% Imagine a frosting to be the consistency of... milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. *inserts remaining 1/4 of cubed butter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. *mixes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstaticism!!!! Buttercream = formed = success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3yTgGkq6I/AAAAAAAAC1A/b967Se6vJtY/s1600/IMG_4015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3yTgGkq6I/AAAAAAAAC1A/b967Se6vJtY/s400/IMG_4015.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3zPnUFfUI/AAAAAAAAC1E/ImH0aYUeyK8/s1600/IMG_4016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3zPnUFfUI/AAAAAAAAC1E/ImH0aYUeyK8/s400/IMG_4016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And into the piping bag it goes! Holding this just makes me feel so pro. :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO30L674ouI/AAAAAAAAC1I/P__gNlrEr9c/s1600/IMG_4018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO30L674ouI/AAAAAAAAC1I/P__gNlrEr9c/s400/IMG_4018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO31Abm_iqI/AAAAAAAAC1M/DHPe_EBJPe8/s1600/IMG_4030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO31Abm_iqI/AAAAAAAAC1M/DHPe_EBJPe8/s400/IMG_4030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO31qVxAp0I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/_PYT1NEKCyE/s1600/IMG_4035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO31qVxAp0I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/_PYT1NEKCyE/s400/IMG_4035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had like three of them since I haven't had my breakfast or lunch yet. I've been awake since 10.30am and its now... 5pm. Nice. ;) Oh and I haven't showered yet. Double nice. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-750898446234254788?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/750898446234254788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/baking-adventures-iii-vanilla-chai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/750898446234254788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/750898446234254788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/baking-adventures-iii-vanilla-chai.html' title='Baking Adventures III: Vanilla Chai Cupcakes with Swiss Honey Meringue Buttercream'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TO3s11qGNdI/AAAAAAAAC0o/1PGAgfIcj7Q/s72-c/IMG_4005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6493644585351241534</id><published>2010-11-24T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:53:22.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Adventures II: Pillows!</title><content type='html'>Peanut butter chocolate pillows that is. :) On a very important note, I'm free, hurray! *throws confetti in the air* I felt so restless with such abundance freedom in my hands that I decided to make pillows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzbTyH05II/AAAAAAAAC0Y/M-hS1346Yjw/s1600/IMG_3999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzbTyH05II/AAAAAAAAC0Y/M-hS1346Yjw/s400/IMG_3999.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are pillows you may ask? They are basically puffs. Simple as that. :) Pillows just make it sound so much cuter. :3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzcIJkbvtI/AAAAAAAAC0c/dt0OYafaoRg/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzcIJkbvtI/AAAAAAAAC0c/dt0OYafaoRg/s400/IMG_4003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favourite part of baking was 'sealing' the sides with a fork. *press press press to my heart's content* And onto the baking tray you go!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzdL7jvxMI/AAAAAAAAC0g/Ld-vDaMZxFc/s1600/IMG_4000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzdL7jvxMI/AAAAAAAAC0g/Ld-vDaMZxFc/s400/IMG_4000.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traditional customary shot of my 'oven'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzeD2gHuKI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3-nhnoltoME/s1600/IMG_4002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzeD2gHuKI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3-nhnoltoME/s400/IMG_4002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooooo, come to mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a lil stunned with all this one and a half weeks of free time ahead of me. Perhaps I should enjoy it as much as I can. I'm gonna start working next next Monday! It will be... interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6493644585351241534?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6493644585351241534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/pillows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6493644585351241534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6493644585351241534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/pillows.html' title='Baking Adventures II: Pillows!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TOzbTyH05II/AAAAAAAAC0Y/M-hS1346Yjw/s72-c/IMG_3999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-7862203077519664497</id><published>2010-11-19T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:44:04.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I believe in being strong when everything is going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S2G4MeqmxY/TNTS42qVi_I/AAAAAAAADLo/-F3LnVDbumY/s700/fashiongonerogueHarpersUKnatalia-vodianova3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S2G4MeqmxY/TNTS42qVi_I/AAAAAAAADLo/-F3LnVDbumY/s400/fashiongonerogueHarpersUKnatalia-vodianova3.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magnificence. &lt;i&gt;Natalia Vodianova for Harper's Bazaar December 2010. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9S2G4MeqmxY/TLfDN0tBTJI/AAAAAAAAC94/ANxB-O4BhMI/s800/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9S2G4MeqmxY/TLfDN0tBTJI/AAAAAAAAC94/ANxB-O4BhMI/s320/01.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9S2G4MeqmxY/TLU-gLqZoRI/AAAAAAAAC8w/JkQfLN96grA/s400/007-c29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.. I'm bored. Clearly. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-7862203077519664497?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/7862203077519664497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7862203077519664497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7862203077519664497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/believe.html' title='Believe.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S2G4MeqmxY/TNTS42qVi_I/AAAAAAAADLo/-F3LnVDbumY/s72-c/fashiongonerogueHarpersUKnatalia-vodianova3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-5264304881824895903</id><published>2010-11-12T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:16:13.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Past Self,</title><content type='html'>Dear Past Self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, as much as you can. Run faster, jump higher and smile brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x90.xanga.com/b61e16e225534272829863/z217574693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://x90.xanga.com/b61e16e225534272829863/z217574693.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay out talking the night away until the sun rises. Drink a beer and a vodka cruiser and spent the remaining night puking (five times) in your friend's toilet bowl. Make friends with the people you're doing the bush dance with. They turn out to be one of the best groups of people you ever had the chance to meet. Watch the final episodes of Grey's Anatomy Season 6. It will frigging blow your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever think that you're ready to fall for someone, just so you know.. you're not. Love is suppose to make you feel good. Love isn't suppose to let you down and make you feel insignificant. Mend a withering friendship. It turns out you'll always have someone out there concerned about your emotional tweets and random outbursts. Never go to Corretto's at 11pm when they're about to close. It's not you, the pasta really does taste wonky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x65.xanga.com/e53f6a7138130273051768/z217160032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://x65.xanga.com/e53f6a7138130273051768/z217160032.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the choices you want to make. Don't get suckered in by other people, because they won't bother to do the same for you. Get angry and throw your emotions away by downing some shots. Whoever said that alcohol doesn't cure negativity is an idiot. Your alcohol tolerance WILL increase after the disastrous experience but.. don't test it. Tell your parents you love them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and friends will go. You'll go boy-crazy for a period of time but it'll pass. You will start sprouting out staggering amounts of white hair so if you can, take a chill pill. You'll make decisions that you'll regret and often smack yourself over the head. You'll face disappointment. It's time for you to realize that there will always be people out there who are better than you in so many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x15.xanga.com/ef6e1b2661632272824675/z215806942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://x15.xanga.com/ef6e1b2661632272824675/z215806942.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, forgive yourself. So your foolishness caused someone else's pain. So you did badly for your EPM assignment. So you took a huge step and got burnt. The sun is gonna shine, the rain is gonna fall. In the end you might get burnt or wet but that's life. So dance in the puddles and bathe in the sun because at the end of the day, it'll be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;Future Self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-5264304881824895903?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/5264304881824895903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-past-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5264304881824895903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/5264304881824895903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-past-self.html' title='Dear Past Self,'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1996425980990790017</id><published>2010-11-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:23:51.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not with a fizzle, but with a bang.</title><content type='html'>Just finished two marathon papers: Corporate Law and Business &lt;strike&gt;effing&lt;/strike&gt; Finance. Taking a break tonight and just finished watching Sex and The City 2! Probably not the best movie ever made but it wasn't tooo bad and I love love love the outfits. All but one thing: wearing 5-inch stilletos in the comfort of your own home while opening your letters... &lt;i&gt;really???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes, just a few weeks ago marked the end of one tremendous year in Flare. A year (technically less, but it sure felt like a year) of dance practices and other... stuff has finally come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs990.snc4/76301_461716814706_509179706_5351200_7416560_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs990.snc4/76301_461716814706_509179706_5351200_7416560_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky, you could see me dashing out of my apartment around 8 or 9pm, running and hopping on the tram. Note: word 'hop' because nine times out of ten I'm late and Passion is so far away.&lt;br /&gt;This year, we had a lil bit of extra stuff other than normal rehearsals. We had photoshoots as well! :) It was pretty sweet as it's kinda cool with the light reflectors and stuff. And timed flashes! HEH &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs114.snc4/36049_439509210957_685770957_5327292_1130676_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs114.snc4/36049_439509210957_685770957_5327292_1130676_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs264.snc4/39551_440023905957_685770957_5334214_3383152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs264.snc4/39551_440023905957_685770957_5334214_3383152_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs820.snc4/68072_10150107237348782_819783781_7705831_2149756_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs820.snc4/68072_10150107237348782_819783781_7705831_2149756_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs410.ash2/68887_10150294894955296_552825295_15135514_7469223_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs410.ash2/68887_10150294894955296_552825295_15135514_7469223_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs911.snc4/72455_10150294894810296_552825295_15135510_2719231_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs911.snc4/72455_10150294894810296_552825295_15135510_2719231_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I have learnt from the photoshoots is that... with photoshop, ANYTHING is possible. Hint: find the photoshopped (?) picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, don't forget, the reason we've all worked so hard for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs322.ash2/60218_497748438746_731638746_7037130_3457307_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs322.ash2/60218_497748438746_731638746_7037130_3457307_n.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flare Dance Ensemble's Annual Production: Tenth Avenue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few random snippets of the crazy-ass production week! Weirdest yet amazingly funny things happen backstage and offstage. ;) Cheers to photo-whoring and yummy creampuffs! And flowers. And wardrobe changes. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs398.ash2/67661_452112833285_509213285_5127432_645808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs398.ash2/67661_452112833285_509213285_5127432_645808_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a cheer with a heavy heart to the final close of curtains. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-1996425980990790017?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/1996425980990790017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-with-fizzle-but-with-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1996425980990790017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1996425980990790017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-with-fizzle-but-with-bang.html' title='Not with a fizzle, but with a bang.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1888244352449164811</id><published>2010-10-31T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:54:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Hehe. Went to the city to for some shopping as Pa's birthday treat to me. :))) Although I was actually setting out to buy a certain something, I decided to spend the money on... other stuff. ;) Reached home around mid afternoon and whoop-whoop, I started baking 'Gooey Chocolate Cupcakes with Peanut Butter Frosting'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of caution: these cupcakes are &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; your friends. They smile sweetly at you but behind your back, they bitch and say awful things about your hair. These cupcakes hurt your diet, destroys your morning work-out and they upset puppies. There's chocolate and peanut butter on top of &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; chocolate and peanut butter. Oh, there's sugar as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;i&gt;sureee &lt;/i&gt;they are probably the yummiest cupcake combo ever, but they are evil lil' bastards. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I tried one for purely noble and selfless purposes. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGEh_FoMqI/AAAAAAAACz8/s9FDRyRzukQ/s1600/IMG_3967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGEh_FoMqI/AAAAAAAACz8/s9FDRyRzukQ/s400/IMG_3967.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGFMdmFVeI/AAAAAAAAC0A/lcoJZgnBH9M/s1600/IMG_3966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGFMdmFVeI/AAAAAAAAC0A/lcoJZgnBH9M/s400/IMG_3966.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not disclosing the recipe because sometimes, ignorance is bliss. People who says otherwise has clearly never heard the ugly truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGF4KDl3TI/AAAAAAAAC0E/ggmtZH18n3k/s1600/IMG_3968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGF4KDl3TI/AAAAAAAAC0E/ggmtZH18n3k/s400/IMG_3968.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, my humble lil 3-in-one microwave oven isn't fairing too badly. I've to tweak the baking time a&lt;strike&gt; bit &lt;/strike&gt;lot and the heat isn't always evenly distributed.. but, it gives results. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGGcVBYE4I/AAAAAAAAC0I/BSVZL7Dj2Pk/s1600/IMG_3972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGGcVBYE4I/AAAAAAAAC0I/BSVZL7Dj2Pk/s400/IMG_3972.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why, hello there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGG7o2ukjI/AAAAAAAAC0M/wWfF8m64owE/s1600/IMG_3975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGG7o2ukjI/AAAAAAAAC0M/wWfF8m64owE/s400/IMG_3975.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGHZtw_cFI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/bfPk9zKuvSA/s1600/IMG_3976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGHZtw_cFI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/bfPk9zKuvSA/s400/IMG_3976.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favourite part was making whipping the butter and peanut butter together. It smells heavenly and the texture was so silky smooth that a tofu might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGICKQhRhI/AAAAAAAAC0U/c_08VaSG_vQ/s1600/IMG_3981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGICKQhRhI/AAAAAAAAC0U/c_08VaSG_vQ/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know my frosting decoration skills are close to zero but I'm learning, okay??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodly-hoo, Calculus beckons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6166015063559070372?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6166015063559070372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/10/peanut-butter-chocolate-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6166015063559070372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6166015063559070372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/10/peanut-butter-chocolate-cupcakes.html' title='Peanut Butter Chocolate Cupcakes'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TLGEh_FoMqI/AAAAAAAACz8/s9FDRyRzukQ/s72-c/IMG_3967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-2339435014861123356</id><published>2010-09-19T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:34:24.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break is here!</title><content type='html'>If only the weather could finally realise it too. :/ Super excited to take a well-deserved break from university and hopefully, other commitments as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spring Break check-list&lt;br /&gt;1. Get fit so I won't look like a blimp in production.&lt;br /&gt;2. Catch up on my slack from Week 1 till Week 8.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rock climbing!&lt;br /&gt;4. Yummy picnic with pretty spring clothes and sunhats. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;5. Horse-riding in *quote WT* Lord of The Rings setting.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a relaxing spa session.&lt;br /&gt;7. Shop. Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;8. Bake something yummy. It's embarrasing that 12 year old kids can cook better than me. &lt;br /&gt;9. Royal Melbourne Show? :) :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs158.ash2/41241_424246676621_546966621_5045844_8373605_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs158.ash2/41241_424246676621_546966621_5045844_8373605_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-2339435014861123356?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/2339435014861123356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/spring-break-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2339435014861123356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2339435014861123356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/spring-break-is-here.html' title='Spring Break is here!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-534349939436225241</id><published>2010-09-18T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T01:15:52.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things That I want</title><content type='html'>but can't have. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monique Lhuillier 2011 Spring - New York Fashion Week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/elle/runway/ready-to-wear/spring-2011-rtw/monique-lhuillier/monique-lhuillier/spring-2011-ready-to-wear-collection//monique-lhuillier-spring-2011-rtw-podium-027/4877000-1-eng-US/MONIQUE-LHUILLIER-SPRING-2011-RTW-PODIUM-027_runway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.elle.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/elle/runway/ready-to-wear/spring-2011-rtw/monique-lhuillier/monique-lhuillier/spring-2011-ready-to-wear-collection//monique-lhuillier-spring-2011-rtw-podium-027/4877000-1-eng-US/MONIQUE-LHUILLIER-SPRING-2011-RTW-PODIUM-027_runway.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/elle/runway/ready-to-wear/spring-2011-rtw/monique-lhuillier/monique-lhuillier/spring-2011-ready-to-wear-collection//monique-lhuillier-spring-2011-rtw-podium-031/4877036-1-eng-US/MONIQUE-LHUILLIER-SPRING-2011-RTW-PODIUM-031_runway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.elle.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/elle/runway/ready-to-wear/spring-2011-rtw/monique-lhuillier/monique-lhuillier/spring-2011-ready-to-wear-collection//monique-lhuillier-spring-2011-rtw-podium-040/4877117-1-eng-US/MONIQUE-LHUILLIER-SPRING-2011-RTW-PODIUM-040_runway.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORGEOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-534349939436225241?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/534349939436225241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/534349939436225241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/534349939436225241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-i-want.html' title='The Things That I want'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-596043193279587688</id><published>2010-09-16T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:21:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys break your heart, Men pick up the pieces.</title><content type='html'>I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times, hard to to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs149.ash2/40791_10150249056690296_552825295_14035810_18004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs149.ash2/40791_10150249056690296_552825295_14035810_18004_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs240.snc4/39342_10150246396520296_552825295_13963763_3348962_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs240.snc4/39342_10150246396520296_552825295_13963763_3348962_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I'd like to say to you, but I don't know how. - Oasis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs053.ash2/36012_10150217653455183_872590182_13221243_6416251_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs053.ash2/36012_10150217653455183_872590182_13221243_6416251_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my day, this is my time and this is my moment. These years in silence and reflection made me stronger and reminded me that acceptance comes from within and that this kind of truth gives me the power to conquer emotions that I didn't even know existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs321.ash1/28217_387927616621_546966621_4107986_2126839_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs321.ash1/28217_387927616621_546966621_4107986_2126839_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs430.snc3/24797_10150180336610183_872590182_12184820_605381_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs430.snc3/24797_10150180336610183_872590182_12184820_605381_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all got scars that are as big as ours. A token for the pain we hide inside us. Everyone's scared that somebody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs627.snc4/58703_10150267055625296_552825295_14510291_865854_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs627.snc4/58703_10150267055625296_552825295_14510291_865854_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs181.ash2/44376_424248491621_546966621_5045945_7479311_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs181.ash2/44376_424248491621_546966621_5045945_7479311_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is like an hourglass. Eventually, everything hits the bottom and all you have to do is to wait it out until someone comes along and turns it around. :) &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;I think what I'm afraid of the most is that; I'll never feel the same way like I did ever again. :'(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: More pictures of the ICSS Ball coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-596043193279587688?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/596043193279587688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/boys-break-your-heart-men-pick-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/596043193279587688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/596043193279587688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/boys-break-your-heart-men-pick-up.html' title='Boys break your heart, Men pick up the pieces.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-7741168880336997384</id><published>2010-09-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:58:04.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In all this chaos, we found safety.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xbb.xanga.com/6cee115500034271299794/z216384537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://xbb.xanga.com/6cee115500034271299794/z216384537.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I finally understood what true love meant.&lt;br /&gt;Love meant that you care for another &lt;br /&gt;Person's happiness more than your own,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how painful the choices &lt;br /&gt;You face might be.&lt;br /&gt;-Dear John by Nicholas Sparks-&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-7741168880336997384?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/7741168880336997384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-all-this-chaos-we-found-safety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7741168880336997384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7741168880336997384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-all-this-chaos-we-found-safety.html' title='In all this chaos, we found safety.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-356882910139997170</id><published>2010-08-23T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:46:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty and The Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1923726/tumblr_l0pgryFLsA1qzhcgro1_400_large.jpg?1271019135" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1923726/tumblr_l0pgryFLsA1qzhcgro1_400_large.jpg?1271019135" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're friends. Maybe we're more. Maybe, it's just my imagination. But I see you stare just a little too long and it makes me start to wonder. - Next To You; Jordin Sparks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1726719/tumblr_kwm7yxRoju1qzgqhio1_400_large.jpg?1269067600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1726719/tumblr_kwm7yxRoju1qzgqhio1_400_large.jpg?1269067600" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was married, once. I married the first man I truly loved. Thought we had this whole fairy tale thing going on. It was, he was amazing. We were amazing. And then he did something, something stupid and thoughtless and mean. Kinda something I was not willing to forgive. So I left him and I left him behind and I went on and I live this whole other life now. And It’s good, it’s fine, I have a great guy, a doctor, my life is damn near perfect. But every once in a while I think about that guy and the fairy tale thing we had. I wonder if we’d still be amazing if we were together now. And I’ll never know. &lt;i&gt;Cause the minute it got hard, the minute it stopped being a fairytale, I cut and ran. &lt;/i&gt;Real life is hard, real stuff takes work. Real life is sometimes heartless and mean. But that doesn’t cancel out the love. So if you don’t love this girl, walk away. But if you look at her and you know she’s the one, you owe it to yourself to give her a second chance."&lt;br /&gt;-Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x1a.xanga.com/b62e6a4104237265269498/z204168799.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://x1a.xanga.com/b62e6a4104237265269498/z204168799.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://x40.xanga.com/f780513a15037268608789/z190270382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://x40.xanga.com/f780513a15037268608789/z190270382.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of mistakes, disappointments and failure. But I promise there is a part of me worth &lt;i&gt;keeping&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You were the guy of my dreams but I think I'm finally waking up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.tinypic.com/midr93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/midr93.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xd5.xanga.com/33de877bd8334268087959/z203890021.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://xd5.xanga.com/33de877bd8334268087959/z203890021.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are always crushing when they don't come true. But, it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You're always close enough to touch,&lt;i&gt; but never close enough to hold&lt;/i&gt; and it's enough to break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;- The Notebook; Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini-update: I swear, I think I'm getting insomnia. You would think that only getting 4 hours of sleep last night would guarantee an instantaneous ZZZs. I'm still awake and it's close to 2am. :( I foresee many cups of coffee this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-356882910139997170?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/356882910139997170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty-and-tragedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/356882910139997170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/356882910139997170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty-and-tragedy.html' title='The Beauty and The Tragedy'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/midr93_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6705655614725999508</id><published>2010-08-01T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:29:14.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. Like, I'm so physically and emotionally tired but when I lie on my bed, my heart just goes *dub dub dub dub*. I took a pill but I'm not like dozing off yet. Oh wells! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found peace today. I haven't felt that way in a long time. It's kind of weird for me going back to a place where I used to spend so much time at but no longer a part of. Still, it's really nice to see the familiar faces again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't help thinking about the reasons I left and (never?) looked back, but at the same time, today, I just remembered the reasons I stayed for so long. I'm hoping that the step I'm taking tomorrow is a step to the direction which I want to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful because the little parts of me which I thought were gone came back today. &lt;i&gt;Trust me, those are the good lil' parts. &lt;/i&gt;Looking back, I regret proudly proclaiming that I'm damaged. Instead, what I should have done in hindsight was to patch myself up instead of sitting around and complaining about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just reread what I typed out and I'm &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;making sense. I think it's a sign I should sleep. Toodlyhoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6705655614725999508?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6705655614725999508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/08/scribbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6705655614725999508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6705655614725999508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/08/scribbles.html' title='Scribbles'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6870414130430266839</id><published>2010-07-20T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:54:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Keep Yourself Entertained on a Long Car Trip</title><content type='html'>PS: I'm so violent but ohmygoodness, this is so funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://0.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/72/14/3c9277b13111b7a2f60be76818abdf54.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/53/50/0386428b61692516daa19403363fd354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://0.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/53/50/0386428b61692516daa19403363fd354.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/25/67/86869e6130eea8577486e7473bf7f319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://0.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/25/67/86869e6130eea8577486e7473bf7f319.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, number ten just cracks me up. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6870414130430266839?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6870414130430266839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-keep-yourself-entertained-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6870414130430266839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6870414130430266839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-keep-yourself-entertained-on.html' title='How to Keep Yourself Entertained on a Long Car Trip'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1022351270509126487</id><published>2010-07-19T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:55:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Other) Inspirations</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite things to do online is to fashion blog hop! I'm not talking about things like online blog stores: personally think that most of the blogshops out there in KL are girls marking up the prices so high that I rather head out to Pavillion and buy good quality clothes instead of shit material from Thailand/ Cambodia. Plus, since blogshops are just everywhere, it's hard to really pinpoint which are the good ones. Anyway, back to my point, there are just tons of girls out there who have wardrobes so perfect that I'm willing to commit felony for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delightfully-tacky.com/"&gt;Delightfully Tacky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_1047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_1047.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_0852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_0852.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda weird especially where her life-long dream is to buy a caravan and drive around America exploring the woods. Somehow, I can't help but look up to people who have the courage to do the unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_0494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_0494.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_0398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/IMG_0398.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so woodsy as well! Most of her pictures are taken in the woods or with real vintage items like an old truck or those kind of planes you see in 'Sweet Home Alabama'. :) Ooh, did I mention she's only 154 cm tall? *Around the same height as me* :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misspandora.fr/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, I love Louise Ebel even though her blog is in French and I have no clue what on earth she's saying. Her clothes are to die for. Like seriously, I might actually contemplate dying in order to be born again with the privilege of having her wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misspandora.fr/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Louise1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.misspandora.fr/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Louise1.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, understandably what she's wearing looks like a table cloth thrown over her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But how &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; is that???? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misspandora.fr/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/b-570x883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.misspandora.fr/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/b-570x883.jpg" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4741124079_ac4459540a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4741124079_ac4459540a_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL, this is clearly neither fashionable nor inspirational BUT I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, I'm getting bored of blogging now. Whoop whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling since yesterday. &amp;lt;3 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-1022351270509126487?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/1022351270509126487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-inspirations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1022351270509126487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1022351270509126487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-inspirations.html' title='(Other) Inspirations'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk159/el_camino70/outfits/th_IMG_1047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-655389454192792255</id><published>2010-07-19T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:44:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not looking forward for a month of absolute torture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/phpimages/topic/4180/summary_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/phpimages/topic/4180/summary_image.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me:&lt;br /&gt;"Losing weight just %$#@ing hurts all the time. All I could think of is food and sometimes, I swear, I thought I was gonna black out in those aerobic classes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need all the support I can get. Help meeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-655389454192792255?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/655389454192792255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-looking-forward-for-month-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/655389454192792255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/655389454192792255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-looking-forward-for-month-of.html' title='I&apos;m not looking forward for a month of absolute torture.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-8415021266613509358</id><published>2010-07-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:57:11.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/0/f/collegehumor.d636d920019b4b0ecd43c7ffd8eddbd8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/0/f/collegehumor.d636d920019b4b0ecd43c7ffd8eddbd8.jpg" width="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-8415021266613509358?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/8415021266613509358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/childrens-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8415021266613509358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8415021266613509358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/childrens-perspective.html' title='Children&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-7108968240912155554</id><published>2010-07-08T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:37:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Wen Ting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1LBDcZGZCU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/H1LBDcZGZCU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT THE GUY'S OPENING MOVE WAS TOTALLY ONG WEN TING IN CLUBBING MODE? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-7108968240912155554?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/7108968240912155554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/male-wen-ting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7108968240912155554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7108968240912155554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/male-wen-ting.html' title='Male Wen Ting?'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-4305406887455487093</id><published>2010-07-06T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:11:12.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make or (Heart)Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l17zsfxgQj1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l17zsfxgQj1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A true friend is one who thinks that you're a good egg even though you're half cracked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2044868/tumblr_l190tsCv961qb7rl0o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2044868/tumblr_l190tsCv961qb7rl0o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;I want these! YUMMO! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells you that you can't be who you are, you just tell them that you're a little monster and you can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;- Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, there are three things we all should do everyday. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh everyday. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. And number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. If you laugh, you think and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, and you're going to have something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1929109/3612190111_df81a63d09_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1929109/3612190111_df81a63d09_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/769916/tumblr_kptplpjkRO1qzmauwo1_400_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/769916/tumblr_kptplpjkRO1qzmauwo1_400_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the girl who I always seem to read about. The one who hits rock bottom but is okay in the last chapter. The one who grows as a person, even when things get hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xcd.xanga.com/3c6f4a20d5530267490152/z213370682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://xcd.xanga.com/3c6f4a20d5530267490152/z213370682.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For &lt;a href="http://carmenteoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carmen Teoh&lt;/a&gt;, happy belated birthday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-4305406887455487093?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/4305406887455487093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/make-or-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4305406887455487093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4305406887455487093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/make-or-heartbreak.html' title='Make or (Heart)Break'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3927633169216918534</id><published>2010-07-04T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:25:02.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l25x71rCMi1qa7w41o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l25x71rCMi1qa7w41o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l299k0em0X1qzgc8bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l299k0em0X1qzgc8bo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chin up. Put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds, celebrate them. The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor. You're in a lion fight.....just because you didn't win, doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Grey's Anatomy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4wv3cUV0t1qag73jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4wv3cUV0t1qag73jo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ogw9k3yh1qag73jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ogw9k3yh1qag73jo1_500.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The biggest defect we human beings have is our short-sightedness. We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4f79gX3YQ1qag73jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4f79gX3YQ1qag73jo1_500.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1w9oxQFCj1qa82f0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1w9oxQFCj1qa82f0o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;People say that you're going the wrong way when it's simply a way &lt;i&gt;of your own&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4czwyhj4V1qag73jo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4czwyhj4V1qag73jo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edward Cullen isn’t a vampire. He lives in the forest, roams around the trees, doesn’t kill people and glitters. So he is obviously a fairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x7b.xanga.com/9a0f6576c1532267378076/z213283314.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://x7b.xanga.com/9a0f6576c1532267378076/z213283314.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://x0e.xanga.com/77ff810252734266547939/z212608265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://x0e.xanga.com/77ff810252734266547939/z212608265.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, &lt;br /&gt;you cannot possibly imagine it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Lemony Snicket &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/3783697035040083795-3927633169216918534?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3927633169216918534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspirations-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3927633169216918534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3927633169216918534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspirations-ii.html' title='Inspirations II'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3253144189138419420</id><published>2010-07-01T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:56:34.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've reached the halfway mark.</title><content type='html'>It's the first of July! This date marks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The official halfway mark of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am officially halfway through my uni years. *Nooooo, I wanna stay as a freshie until the day I die*&lt;br /&gt;3. A day of freedom before my interview with KPMG tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 more days to the 4th of July. Not that I care.&lt;br /&gt;5. 8 more days to the release of the results for finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the past six months hasn't been pretty. It was one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; things which are simply impossible for me to explain and for you to understand. I have made many choices; most of which I regret to the bottom of my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs126.snc3/17376_443516675295_552825295_10659016_259755_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs126.snc3/17376_443516675295_552825295_10659016_259755_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs276.ash1/20352_263270326621_546966621_3438762_774177_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs276.ash1/20352_263270326621_546966621_3438762_774177_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs276.ash1/20352_264176831621_546966621_3441359_4010436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs276.ash1/20352_264176831621_546966621_3441359_4010436_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people proudly claim that they never regretted any decisions they have made. They say that they learn to live with it. That line is the worst statement ever. Of course, in my case, life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs166.snc3/19358_265900711127_515456127_3903496_105850_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs166.snc3/19358_265900711127_515456127_3903496_105850_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs462.ash1/25399_10150145435320296_552825295_11388464_3005911_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs462.ash1/25399_10150145435320296_552825295_11388464_3005911_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone lives with their mistakes. What I couldn't really understand was &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; they do it. Do they ignore the tiny voice in their head which pops up and give them constant reminders? Do they stamp down on every irrational emotion that they have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs462.snc3/25399_10150145477070296_552825295_11388917_266958_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs462.snc3/25399_10150145477070296_552825295_11388917_266958_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs462.ash1/25399_10150145476920296_552825295_11388909_5067884_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs462.ash1/25399_10150145476920296_552825295_11388909_5067884_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs498.snc3/27198_10150149616620613_621680612_11629824_4914803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs498.snc3/27198_10150149616620613_621680612_11629824_4914803_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs472.snc3/25900_407544042145_754097145_5211600_479265_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs472.snc3/25900_407544042145_754097145_5211600_479265_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is such a simple yet ironically painful concept. It is funny how we get hurt most of the time when all we want to do is be happy. Maybe it's God's way of making sure that we treasure those moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23802_380613631127_515456127_4310490_7908133_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23802_380613631127_515456127_4310490_7908133_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs385.snc3/23547_10150155375160613_621680612_11805695_6349749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs385.snc3/23547_10150155375160613_621680612_11805695_6349749_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs513.snc3/26957_379599886621_546966621_3909787_709635_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs513.snc3/26957_379599886621_546966621_3909787_709635_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, those moments. The moments where you often take everything you have for granted. Those moments where you don't think too much and simply let be. Cherish them because they will be gone the second you take a good look at what is happening around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs499.snc3/27248_10150175203375183_872590182_12048495_4242938_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs499.snc3/27248_10150175203375183_872590182_12048495_4242938_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs499.snc3/27248_10150175203330183_872590182_12048487_1952401_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs499.snc3/27248_10150175203330183_872590182_12048487_1952401_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs430.snc3/24797_10150180336610183_872590182_12184820_605381_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs430.snc3/24797_10150180336610183_872590182_12184820_605381_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs311.snc3/28191_389726471127_515456127_4552864_4354102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs311.snc3/28191_389726471127_515456127_4552864_4354102_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say is that.. I like to think those mistakes that I have made as a painful step to shape the person I will grow up to be one day. They make me open my eyes and realize that life isn't cookie-cutter perfect nor is it everything I dreamt about when I was a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe sometimes, there are things in life that are just worth fighting for. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3253144189138419420?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3253144189138419420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/weve-reached-halfway-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3253144189138419420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3253144189138419420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/07/weve-reached-halfway-mark.html' title='We&apos;ve reached the halfway mark.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-4966901640463269498</id><published>2010-06-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:06:22.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True...?</title><content type='html'>Think about your group of friends. If it’s anything like mine, you  are all very different from one another. And that’s why you love them.  We need diversity in our friendships because everyone brings a little  somethin’ different to the table and you take a little from every single  one. Knowing what every college girl needs in her life, I’ve compiled a  list of the 6 friends every girl needs to keep around for the long  haul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-62749"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. The Motivated Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a friend like this when you’ve been sprawled out on your  couch watching E! Network all day.&amp;nbsp; You can spot this friend right away  Freshman year of college. She’s the first of your friends involved in  clubs on campus.&amp;nbsp; Sophomore year, she’s become the president of a club.  Junior year, she has an awesome internship. Senior year, she’s landed a  sweet job before you’ve even graduated. Sure, she’ll probably make you  feel a little less than along the way, but she’ll also light a fire  under your ass to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. The Rock Solid Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s your BFF. The ‘go-to-gal’ you find to whine to, talk to, cry to,  and who will love you and shove a bag of Doritos in your face when you  need it most. She’s trustworthy and loyal.&amp;nbsp; She has so much dirt on your  life you could plant a garden of your secrets (sorry, bad analogy).&amp;nbsp;  You went to your first frat party together and shared your last. If all  goes well (and she keeps those secrets to herself) she will be winking  at you during her bridesmaid speech at your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. The Party Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like to refer to this buddy as your wing-woman.&amp;nbsp; If you’re  sitting restlessly in your room craving a night out in the town and all  of your other (boring) friends aren’t going out on a Tuesday night, she  is your girl. After you shoot her a ‘out tonight?’ T-bomb and wait for  the ‘DUH’ response, she will be at your place, donning a mini-dress, in  30 minutes flat. She’s always up for anything, be it shotgunning beers,  scoping out dudes, singing karaoke, or whatever other ridiculous ideas  (“Let’s jump in the foutntain!”) you come up with as the night unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.The Wise Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may not be Buddha, but she knows pretty much everything.&amp;nbsp; She knows  how to cook raw chicken, exactly what to say to the boy in a text  message, and how to perfect a seriously beautiful resume. She takes you  to the best happy hours, shows you the coolest internship opportunities  and knows all about red wine.&amp;nbsp; She seems well beyond her years as a  college student (and sometimes makes you feel like you have the IQ of a  toddler), but when she’s dishing out her latest advice, it’s totally OK  by you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The Gossip Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s got the dish on everyone. And you want to know the dish on  everyone. Match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. The Warrior Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will stick up for you in any situation.&amp;nbsp; She will scream at the  bouncer after you got caught sneaking your own flask into the bar. She  will never forgive the a-hole who stood you up back in high school. She  will get up in anybody’s face for you and has pulled you out of more  holes than you can count on one hand. She’ll be there through thick  (think: bouncer’s necks) and thin (think: super skinny bitch who stole  your man), no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-4966901640463269498?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/4966901640463269498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4966901640463269498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4966901640463269498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/true.html' title='True...?'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-9190481419783365408</id><published>2010-06-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:04:20.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>The day you realize there's not enough time, because you wanna live  forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-9190481419783365408?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/9190481419783365408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/9190481419783365408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/9190481419783365408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-8670347477128461919</id><published>2010-06-19T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:17:36.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 6 Days</title><content type='html'>Facebook is so depressing, especially with all the "FREEEEEE", "HOME-BOUND!" and "Omg, I haven't packed yet". Me? I have a final killer exam on the 25th. My countdown isn't for the days till I'm flying home. It's the minimal minimal minimal time I have left to study for IFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep telling my brain to be a sponge with soaks information just like that. I feel doomed, despite my feeble attempts in perking myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Okay, I shall go study IFA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-8670347477128461919?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/8670347477128461919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown-6-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8670347477128461919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8670347477128461919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown-6-days.html' title='Countdown: 6 Days'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3970044026754235038</id><published>2010-06-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:31:04.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April - By typing April out, I just realized how weird the word looks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRc9iMIRI/AAAAAAAACys/LvF_eQ3yoDo/s1600/26957_381282771621_546966621_3955505_967888_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRc9iMIRI/AAAAAAAACys/LvF_eQ3yoDo/s400/26957_381282771621_546966621_3955505_967888_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jun Jing! :D She turned twenty on April 7. &lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday, dear! I know you're reading this because I quote you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shen! Why haven't you updated your blog? It's still the same six billion secrets thing!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm lazy!"&lt;br /&gt;"I go to your blog everyday!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, thank you. I'm sure you're one of the precious gems who actually reads this deserted page. :) &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRkwpuibI/AAAAAAAACzE/pXfVSfiAB3M/s1600/26957_381283021621_546966621_3955531_6953362_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRkwpuibI/AAAAAAAACzE/pXfVSfiAB3M/s400/26957_381283021621_546966621_3955531_6953362_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might recognize the cute lil toy from like a blog entry from last year. Heh heh, I remember that day! It was the first time I ever went karaoke-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBR2sKNmQI/AAAAAAAACzk/6JMdDmekfaw/s1600/karaoke+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBR2sKNmQI/AAAAAAAACzk/6JMdDmekfaw/s400/karaoke+020.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard to believe &lt;strike&gt;she&lt;/strike&gt; this is your future The Star newspaper reporter. &lt;i&gt;I kid I kid. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRqLNjQ9I/AAAAAAAACzM/kwWB8rsOLJg/s1600/karaoke+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRqLNjQ9I/AAAAAAAACzM/kwWB8rsOLJg/s400/karaoke+021.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRucj0RtI/AAAAAAAACzU/eI-tuwAxPIU/s1600/26957_381283051621_546966621_3955532_5524405_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRucj0RtI/AAAAAAAACzU/eI-tuwAxPIU/s400/26957_381283051621_546966621_3955532_5524405_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm like a super huge procrastinator. Doodeedoo, I'm trying to understand why if you're trying to find out whether a regression equation is quadratic, you do a beta coefficient test on whether or not it is zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3970044026754235038?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3970044026754235038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/april-by-typing-april-out-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3970044026754235038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3970044026754235038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/april-by-typing-april-out-i-just.html' title='April - By typing April out, I just realized how weird the word looks.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TBBRc9iMIRI/AAAAAAAACys/LvF_eQ3yoDo/s72-c/26957_381282771621_546966621_3955505_967888_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3852794325159452216</id><published>2010-06-09T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:03:39.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess</title><content type='html'>I've been away for far too long. Do you agree? So, it's time for... picture vomit! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Easter, a few of us went to Brighton Beach for some kite-flying and picnic-style chilling. It was one of my better experiences at a beach since the place was so calming and the water was... perfect. :) &lt;strike&gt;So unlike St Kilda Beach which managed to burn me like a boiling tomato. Grrr.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs425.ash1/23547_10150155374835613_621680612_11805655_3171338_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs425.ash1/23547_10150155374835613_621680612_11805655_3171338_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jared or Bernard. Sorry, I tend to forget the names of inanimate objects that my friends bestowed upon them.Okay, kite-flying is not as easy as it looks on TV, my dear friends. It involves a lot of running, screaming and basically, loads of effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs365.snc3/23547_10150155374995613_621680612_11805678_1341845_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs365.snc3/23547_10150155374995613_621680612_11805678_1341845_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beach houses! So colourful and happifying!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZhNT7BVI/AAAAAAAACyk/3CQat8LiFt0/s1600/23547_10150155375470613_621680612_11805735_6559672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZhNT7BVI/AAAAAAAACyk/3CQat8LiFt0/s400/23547_10150155375470613_621680612_11805735_6559672_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZUUDf5uI/AAAAAAAACyM/vE-B-w9Nu4o/s1600/23547_10150155375390613_621680612_11805723_5122508_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZUUDf5uI/AAAAAAAACyM/vE-B-w9Nu4o/s400/23547_10150155375390613_621680612_11805723_5122508_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs425.ash1/23547_10150155374900613_621680612_11805666_7665763_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs425.ash1/23547_10150155374900613_621680612_11805666_7665763_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZQPr5gHI/AAAAAAAACx8/9vdHRMq0poA/s1600/23547_10150155375205613_621680612_11805700_3056502_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZQPr5gHI/AAAAAAAACx8/9vdHRMq0poA/s400/23547_10150155375205613_621680612_11805700_3056502_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs425.ash1/23547_10150155375020613_621680612_11805680_8377260_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs425.ash1/23547_10150155375020613_621680612_11805680_8377260_n.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a day of utter easygoing relaxation. Those days are hard to find, especially in this semester.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZZBO6dCI/AAAAAAAACyc/xKgVgTHCH-8/s1600/23547_10150155375425613_621680612_11805728_5156843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZZBO6dCI/AAAAAAAACyc/xKgVgTHCH-8/s400/23547_10150155375425613_621680612_11805728_5156843_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZOr8BdfI/AAAAAAAACx0/sFBHaDs9ajg/s1600/23547_10150155374970613_621680612_11805674_1306912_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZOr8BdfI/AAAAAAAACx0/sFBHaDs9ajg/s400/23547_10150155374970613_621680612_11805674_1306912_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZWr77iJI/AAAAAAAACyU/BcC2WeT748I/s1600/23547_10150155375420613_621680612_11805727_2309582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZWr77iJI/AAAAAAAACyU/BcC2WeT748I/s400/23547_10150155375420613_621680612_11805727_2309582_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZRt_5CeI/AAAAAAAACyE/s3KJgLxZDm8/s1600/23547_10150155375260613_621680612_11805707_4036838_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZRt_5CeI/AAAAAAAACyE/s3KJgLxZDm8/s400/23547_10150155375260613_621680612_11805707_4036838_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Personally, I've felt better these past two days than I have been for a very &lt;i&gt;long &lt;/i&gt;time. Nothing changed. Nothing happened. Nothing triggered anything. This is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3852794325159452216?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3852794325159452216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/recess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3852794325159452216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3852794325159452216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/recess.html' title='Recess'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/TA-ZhNT7BVI/AAAAAAAACyk/3CQat8LiFt0/s72-c/23547_10150155375470613_621680612_11805735_6559672_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-754705895096676168</id><published>2010-06-07T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:11:54.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>Examination hell starts today. And guess what? I fell asleep yesterday at 11.30pm which was basically the earliest time I have slept for past 4 months. I was supposed to stay up till 2 or 3am to memorize more Cost Management but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt; Fell. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, kill me now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-754705895096676168?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/754705895096676168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/754705895096676168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/754705895096676168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/06/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3600117615816996264</id><published>2010-05-22T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:23:11.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Billion Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Six billion secrets, at the same time, I could relate to some of them. It's weird to think how even though you might be very different from the rest, we all have the same thoughts which just scare us so much that we keep them hidden. Here are my 'favourite' secrets:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like I’m completely over you, and I may have tricked you  into thinking so.  But, honestly… every time I see or talk to you I want to die. I miss you, more than you could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I miss seeing your name lighting up whenever you talk to me on MSN. You don’t start conversations with me anymore.  And I’m too scared to start one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally gave in and made love to my good friend of 8 years. A few weeks later, he was hit by a car and killed. At first, I was afraid he had gotten me pregnant.  When he died, I  prayed for a child, if only so a part of him could live on.             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I hate being the ugly one in my group of friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my female friends at college have eating disorders. I weigh more than them, and wonder if something's wrong with me for not  having one, too. Their disease makes me feel fat and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I tell you lies when you ask me what I'm wishing for at 11:11. I wish for you... each and every day, and I secretly hope that you wish  for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't love you like I say I do. But you have cancer, and I'm afraid that you won't want to fight if I  break your heart. So I'm lying to you. I hope I keep you happy until your dying day... But sometimes I hope  that day is sooner, because I don't want to lie to you anymore. I'm sorry.             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3600117615816996264?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3600117615816996264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/05/six-billion-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3600117615816996264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3600117615816996264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/05/six-billion-secrets.html' title='Six Billion Secrets'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-183221450124536471</id><published>2010-05-02T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:10:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Feel Shiny and New :)</title><content type='html'>Speed-blogging! Let's see how coherent I'll sound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past three weeks have been so exhausting- physically, mentally and emotionally. It's starting to wear on me. Seriously, my eyebags are permanently present on my skin. I'm sorry to those who were &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; kind enough to listen when things get a bit too overwhelming. I'm such a whiner, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking through my tagged pictures and I realized that most of my pictures lately have been partying pictures. &lt;i&gt;Oh no, I'm not a party girl okay!&lt;/i&gt; It's just that you can hardly expect me or anyone else to whip out cameras when I'm finishing my assignments, studying or having meetings. On another note, one more week and I'm free from group meetings! I have enough of writing OB/QM group meetings in my organizer. I'm over it! I'm ready for some precious me-time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29839_10150164677125702_640530701_12244147_1254868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29839_10150164677125702_640530701_12244147_1254868_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm doing a &lt;a href="http://cait28.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/a&gt; and posting up a shameless picture of myself. This was at the ICSS/IESS Cocktail Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, I'm off to RMIT for dance practice. Btw, I'm sneezing and coughing like a 80-year-old grandpa. I want to get well now!!! &amp;gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-183221450124536471?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/183221450124536471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-make-me-feel-shiny-and-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/183221450124536471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/183221450124536471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-make-me-feel-shiny-and-new.html' title='You Make Me Feel Shiny and New :)'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1686751378365899168</id><published>2010-04-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:37:36.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3357899190_f2f229730f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3357899190_f2f229730f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret comes in different forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can regret doing what you just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can regret your decision to do nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can regret pouring out your heart to the wrong person at the wrong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can regret building up the strong walls around your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I regret living my last 18 years with the false understanding that one  day, someone will know the real me - the whole me ... an impossibly high  standard, because regretfully, I barely know myself at all. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-1686751378365899168?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/1686751378365899168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/04/regret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1686751378365899168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1686751378365899168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/04/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3357899190_f2f229730f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1486001421058450884</id><published>2010-04-10T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:58:39.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why.</title><content type='html'>More of questions, "why". &lt;br /&gt;It's about the disappointment, the heartache,  the let down that comes with life. Sometimes you’re let down, sometimes  you’re the one who lets someone else down. It gets hard to know who you  can trust, who you can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s some difficult  circumstances my family and friends have been going through over the  past year or so and can be overwhelming.&lt;i&gt; It wears on me. It demands so  much of my faith to keep believing, keep hoping in the unseen.&lt;/i&gt; Sometimes  the tunnel has a light at the end, but usually they just look black as  night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Isaac Slade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-1486001421058450884?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/1486001421058450884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/04/why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1486001421058450884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1486001421058450884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/04/why.html' title='Why.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-4877861279135269028</id><published>2010-04-07T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:18:34.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga and The Fray</title><content type='html'>The past month or so in Melbourne has been full of ups and downs. &lt;i&gt;Plenty of downs so far but let's just hope it can only go uphill from here. :) &lt;/i&gt;Anyways, this semester in university, I had the privilege to see not one but two concerts of fabulous artists; Lady Gaga and The Fray! Heaps of thanks to &lt;b&gt;Eric&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Izzie&lt;/b&gt; who were so nice to help buy tickets for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga was on Tuesday, 23 March 2010, 7.30pm. *I know this exact timing because I pinned up the concert tickets on my foam board* It was better than I expected since I'm not a huge Gaga fan to begin with. All I can say is she &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; sing. I love her renditions of 'Speechless' and Dance in the Dark. Pictures stolen from everyone on Facebook. Oh btw, we weren't seated as near as we would have wanted to be so the pictures are kinda tiny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs464.ash1/25482_379391111127_515456127_4282377_5559418_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs464.ash1/25482_379391111127_515456127_4282377_5559418_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs464.ash1/25482_379391076127_515456127_4282373_2038238_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs464.ash1/25482_379391076127_515456127_4282373_2038238_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Semi Precious Weapons. &lt;span id="goog_850488188"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_850488189"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WORST OPENING ACT EVER. NO KIDDING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs444.snc3/25482_379391211127_515456127_4282385_3444964_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs444.snc3/25482_379391211127_515456127_4282385_3444964_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379391296127_515456127_4282392_3700980_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379391296127_515456127_4282392_3700980_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379391336127_515456127_4282396_7770170_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379391336127_515456127_4282396_7770170_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs444.snc3/25482_379391431127_515456127_4282411_7563638_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs444.snc3/25482_379391431127_515456127_4282411_7563638_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379391676127_515456127_4282436_1487944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379391676127_515456127_4282436_1487944_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs464.ash1/25482_379392111127_515456127_4282466_7597023_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs464.ash1/25482_379392111127_515456127_4282466_7597023_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379392406127_515456127_4282495_378860_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs464.snc3/25482_379392406127_515456127_4282495_378860_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A very satisfied concert go-er. :) She's an AWESOME performer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next concert was The Fray which was on April Fool's Day at Festival Hall! Personally, I enjoyed this concert way way way way more despite idiotic and inconsiderate tall people because its... THE FRAY! :) :) :) The lead singer, Isaac Slade, sings with such passion and emotion. I love it. The opening acts, The Sundance Kids and Thirsty Merc, were sooooo good as well! Aussie bands didn't disappoint. :) &lt;i&gt;Recommendations: Burn So Bright- The Sundance Kids and 20 Good Reasons - Thirsty Merc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23802_381880596127_515456127_4343978_5148700_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23802_381880596127_515456127_4343978_5148700_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23802_381880641127_515456127_4343980_2649920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23802_381880641127_515456127_4343980_2649920_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23802_381880681127_515456127_4343983_7919574_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23802_381880681127_515456127_4343983_7919574_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs518.snc3/27198_10150152073635613_621680612_11696316_7830388_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs518.snc3/27198_10150152073635613_621680612_11696316_7830388_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073695613_621680612_11696324_8299290_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073695613_621680612_11696324_8299290_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is where I'm going to rant and brag (muahaha) about how I made my night enjoyable. Please skip reading this part if you have something better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when we watched The Sundance Kids and Thirsty Merc, we were blocked by annoyingly huge ang mohs who were super tall (like 6 feet 5 I swear). They were so inconsiderate. HELLOH! Wer'e standing on level ground so people like me (5 feet 2) can't see anything except the back of your disgusting white t-shirt. &lt;b&gt;Stupid huge nose ang moh.&lt;/b&gt; So, me, Izzie, Yee Hooi and Michele... PUSHED OUR WAY TO THE FRONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so proud, we worked our way to the second row from the stage! We could see the beads of their sweat and everything! It was so rewarding. :) You could feel the &lt;i&gt;emotion&lt;/i&gt; when the lead singer sang. :) :) Never Say Never was EPIC! He climbed on the piano and ohhhh, I swear, I almost felt like crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073660613_621680612_11696319_7380299_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073660613_621680612_11696319_7380299_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs518.snc3/27198_10150152073665613_621680612_11696320_5756651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs518.snc3/27198_10150152073665613_621680612_11696320_5756651_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073715613_621680612_11696326_6550460_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073715613_621680612_11696326_6550460_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite moment. &amp;lt;3 &lt;i&gt;Nothing beats this.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the concert, we walked from Festival Hall to Chilli Padi, Melbourne Central. It was actually a pretty long walk but with the amazing company we had, it doesn't seem to matter. Teehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073775613_621680612_11696335_1218234_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073775613_621680612_11696335_1218234_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073795613_621680612_11696338_3266716_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073795613_621680612_11696338_3266716_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073805613_621680612_11696339_5660879_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27198_10150152073805613_621680612_11696339_5660879_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs518.snc3/27198_10150152073730613_621680612_11696328_4501614_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs518.snc3/27198_10150152073730613_621680612_11696328_4501614_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs498.snc3/27198_10150152073760613_621680612_11696332_7075329_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs498.snc3/27198_10150152073760613_621680612_11696332_7075329_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I'm so excited for the coming month! I am going to challenge myself. :) :) Yay! This might sound totally late, but this is going to be &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt;Happiness damn near destroys you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-4877861279135269028?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/4877861279135269028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/04/lady-gaga-and-fray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4877861279135269028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4877861279135269028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/04/lady-gaga-and-fray.html' title='Lady Gaga and The Fray'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-2864315362153420135</id><published>2010-03-16T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:00:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's harder every time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because &lt;b&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end,&lt;br /&gt;be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3783697035040083795-2864315362153420135?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/2864315362153420135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspirations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2864315362153420135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2864315362153420135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspirations.html' title='Inspirations'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-4888726429536058370</id><published>2010-03-07T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:01:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Storm Ever!</title><content type='html'>It's 2012 fast foward two years. Hail ranging from the size of ice cubes to golfballs. Thank goodness, I was indoors when the hail happened or I'll probably be knocked out and you could have found my unconscious body floating along with the flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was basically the worst freak weather Melbourne has ever experienced. It was just WET everywhere with leaves and mud. Police officers and firemen had their hands full yesterday with various roof collapsing here, there and everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.theage.com.au/2010/03/06/1199733/wbSTORMprahran-600x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://images.theage.com.au/2010/03/06/1199733/wbSTORMprahran-600x400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This happened yesterday when I was having dance class around that area. Eek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly and a whole bunch of other people were trapped in Chapel Street, Prahran which was technically, in the middle of nowhere and miles away from the city. The dance studio we were in just started flooding and it was... an experience. That's all I can say.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.theage.com.au/2010/03/06/1199741/wbSTORMcar-600x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://images.theage.com.au/2010/03/06/1199741/wbSTORMcar-600x400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Uncool. Thankfully, a few of us managed to hail a cab and we schlepped our way back home braving the rain and the killer traffic jams that followed it. Cab driver was ^%@#$#@$ but the company in the maxi cab was awesome. :) Cheers to timer-camwhoring in the cab and avatar-gone-wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten myself a pretty organizer and so far, my life has been pretty organized as a result. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one thing about giving yourself pep talks is deep down, you know it's all bullshit. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-4888726429536058370?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/4888726429536058370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/03/massive-storm-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4888726429536058370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4888726429536058370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/03/massive-storm-ever.html' title='Massive Storm Ever!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-7473005196283489198</id><published>2010-01-30T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:41:45.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulip (Teh?) Festival</title><content type='html'>During Spring 2009, a bunch of us went to the Tesselaar Tulip Festival to see &lt;s&gt;Ryan&lt;/s&gt; tulips. To be honest, I felt quite miserable through out. Who wouldn't when it starts pouring heavily and mud gets into your favourite pair of flats? They were my prettiest and comfiest too. It's oink oink lining so I can't wash the mud off without any water stains. RIP pretty grey with shiny gold thing on it flats. :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say it nicely, go to the Tulip Festival when it's all bright and shiny. Note to self: wear sneakers such as Converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_269990565612_621680612_8898522_3474595_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 413px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_269990565612_621680612_8898522_3474595_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long journey to reach Lilydale, it took about one and a half hours. An hour long train journey and a minimum of half an hour spent waiting for the bus. :) We are so hardcore to see flowers teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_271486445612_621680612_8926601_6551058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 441px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_271486445612_621680612_8926601_6551058_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I know these aren't tulips, but I prefer these flowers to tulips anyday. I personally think tulips look like coloured lightbulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_270005150612_621680612_8898770_896210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_270005150612_621680612_8898770_896210_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained. It rained. It rained. Despite the pretty pictures, it was NOT good weather. I'm still bitter over my flats, let me grumble in peace. :) I want to eat their baked potato. Ohmygosh, it tastes like heaven on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_271511520612_621680612_8927116_188913_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 257px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_271511520612_621680612_8927116_188913_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_271511500612_621680612_8927115_6117154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_271511500612_621680612_8927115_6117154_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sky is clear. Rejoice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_269086140612_621680612_8878165_1543977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9630_269086140612_621680612_8878165_1543977_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_268507765612_621680612_8866367_4831143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 254px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_268507765612_621680612_8866367_4831143_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_271530555612_621680612_8927378_4450897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 262px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_271530555612_621680612_8927378_4450897_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6817_281184950295_552825295_8828434_1280897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 390px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6817_281184950295_552825295_8828434_1280897_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6817_281184910295_552825295_8828429_6982269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 242px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6817_281184910295_552825295_8828429_6982269_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gorgeous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs221.snc1/6817_281164160295_552825295_8827940_6902075_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs221.snc1/6817_281164160295_552825295_8827940_6902075_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_268450685612_621680612_8865068_6569086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 267px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9630_268450685612_621680612_8865068_6569086_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs221.snc1/6817_281184385295_552825295_8828363_5938857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 431px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs221.snc1/6817_281184385295_552825295_8828363_5938857_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All photos posted credit to Nicole, Izzie and Wen Ting. Oh yeah, and Facebook as well. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-7473005196283489198?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/7473005196283489198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/tulip-teh-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7473005196283489198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/7473005196283489198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/tulip-teh-festival.html' title='Tulip (Teh?) Festival'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-408570696382461404</id><published>2010-01-23T12:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:28:02.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slow Saturday</title><content type='html'>Just came back from driving. It is so hot, I think I just got tanned from the two hours of being in the Kancil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know (I probably forgot to tell you whoops), I went and remove five of my moles yesterday at some skin care specialist in Bukit Bintang. Me and my sister had to wake up early and line up at the front of the clinic before it even opened! We were one of the first to arrive but we were only done after one in the afternoon! Damn long sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, the anaesthesia was soooo painful. It was like a toothache but more concentrated on my skin. Previously, I pictured the whole process to be utterly painless. Secretly hehe, I was thinking that the doctor would shine a torchlight-looking thing and my moles would just pop out by itself. Bloody hell, the injection of the anaesthesia really really really hurts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*watery eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the mole on my nose was the deepest, I could feel the doctor trying his best to tweeze it out. And horror of horrors, there was some liquid pus thing that soaked the bandage but I hope it's not infected or anything. :/ Fast forward and here I am with five lil' bandages on my face looking a bit like I've gone through a severe shaving accident. It's quite embarassing when I went out to Bangsar and Hartamas. Plus, I'm going out later today to the city as well. Please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt; don't let me bump into anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang was fun! Except the super embarrasing lembutliketaufu moment I had at the beach. Sorry guys, I must have worried you. Facebook has been overloaded with pictures. I shall dedicate a post to Penang in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to everyone because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't been myself(?) lately.&lt;/span&gt; I just feel a bit off and a bit different somehow. Hmmm, maybe you guys didn't notice but oh wells. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm doing everything half-half way. Is this some personality identity crisis people have to eventually deal with? If only both worlds could just mix together and it'll all be so awesome. But who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm getting so irritated with all the little things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE BEING SOME EMOTIONAL PUNCHING BAG. &lt;/span&gt;Okay, my reaction is extremely extremely delayed but thinking about you just makes me so annoyed. If you're unhappy or moody or stressed, don't take it out of your friends okay. Just say something like "Oh, I'm a bit busy now" or "Sorry, haha lazy me, I feel like staying at home". It's your own fucking problem so don't take it out on the next unfortunate person who crosses your path. If you don't feel like sharing, please don't make it look like I'm in the inconsiderate one for not caring. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried to, I really did but sometimes certain people are like freaking Great Wall of China and obviously I'm not an important person in their lives for them to share their thoughts and feelings with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't call me a frigging lousy friend just because you are the one who pushes people away and expect, by some heavenfallfromthesky miracle, for me to know what your wellbeing and approach you. Don't you think a few of us are getting tired of you because sometimes, WE don't feel appreciated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm being random. Just note: the whole post is actually different events all strung up together. It's just a lot of things I get annoyed at by different people. It's pretty messy actually. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the special people who listened even though I know it was so random for me to bring it up out of nowhere. *I don't think both of you actually read this blog but if you do, you know who you are*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first month of the new year is not going so well. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-408570696382461404?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/408570696382461404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/slow-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/408570696382461404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/408570696382461404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/slow-saturday.html' title='A Slow Saturday'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3476440817136932190</id><published>2010-01-09T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:01:29.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aa Cocktail Night '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th August '09. The Apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most last-minute decision ever made. I could still remember it clearly. It was the evening before the event and Carmen, Wen Ting and myself were sitting in Union binging on food after a two-hour Business Law lecture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun since it was just the two of us venturing into the unknown of Australasian (and Australian accents!). It was a perfect setting to meet new people without feeling the norm of social pressure. &lt;s&gt;Except there was this really creepy guy who was wearing this fur collar thing who totally freaked me out but let's just talk about the nice stuff.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651596621_546966621_2527660_5424362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 470px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651596621_546966621_2527660_5424362_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6409_123651761621_546966621_2527664_5628516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6409_123651761621_546966621_2527664_5628516_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651711621_546966621_2527663_924153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 306px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651711621_546966621_2527663_924153_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, Joseph and Davine for rescuing us! You guys are so awesome. Oooh, Joseph has yet to introduce us to the superhotpanasterik model-looking guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651961621_546966621_2527669_2626602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651961621_546966621_2527669_2626602_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6409_123652306621_546966621_2527685_187989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 477px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6409_123652306621_546966621_2527685_187989_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651926621_546966621_2527668_2886124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 442px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123651926621_546966621_2527668_2886124_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6409_123652291621_546966621_2527684_4376248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 427px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6409_123652291621_546966621_2527684_4376248_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123652401621_546966621_2527688_468413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 407px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6409_123652401621_546966621_2527688_468413_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely go again this year for all their events. :) Contrary to popular belief, ABCs can actually be really nice. Although I might have to turn on my cmi Australian accent when I'm talking to them and Wen Ting might have to be known as 'Wendy', its really different when you can mix with other people outside your usual comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joseph, Davine, please go again this year because we still need people to count on. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3476440817136932190?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3476440817136932190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/aa-cocktail-night-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3476440817136932190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3476440817136932190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/aa-cocktail-night-09.html' title='Aa Cocktail Night &apos;09'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-2533075324887251600</id><published>2010-01-08T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:57:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010 everyone, we've reached the beginning of new decade! Okay, I admit I'm a lil bit late in the new year hype that has been going around. I've changed my layout; heehee, it looks more cheerful and happifying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3qydU-PI/AAAAAAAACxU/R98Fcxp1bMU/s1600-h/9135_311568280295_552825295_9280425_5598618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3qydU-PI/AAAAAAAACxU/R98Fcxp1bMU/s400/9135_311568280295_552825295_9280425_5598618_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424365484429867250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions that I intend to keep for 2010. *I love making resolutions*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Reduce addiction to Facebook/ Plurk/ other nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I came to Melbourne, I realized I have been addicted to the Internet. So addicted to the point where I have to spend at least three hours a day on the internet doing goodness-knows-what. One can say that they are checking their e-mail and online university work but honestly, how long can these 'checks' actually take? I'm considering closing my Plurk account for good because karma is becoming more like a whiney baby which requires constant TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comments: January and February are not counted because what else am I going to do in my holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3cugMlcI/AAAAAAAACxE/ICEChRPWlMs/s1600-h/10624_152469190652_545310652_3104823_7781805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3cugMlcI/AAAAAAAACxE/ICEChRPWlMs/s400/10624_152469190652_545310652_3104823_7781805_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424365242849990082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Find a new place to stay in Melbourne and move out during the winter holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR REAL, THIS TIME. I don't want to stay in College Square anymore. Top two picks are Uropa and the triangle-looking building behing Melbourne Law School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Find a new hobby/ Revive old hobby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall start baking with a proper oven! First stop are 'Crispy Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies'! I shall probably bake them in the coming week. If it's successful, I shall take pretty pictures of it and post it up here to gloat and boost my self esteem. If it isn't, hmmm, I shall set my oven on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3qoqNo6I/AAAAAAAACxM/a50HCC0lhYI/s1600-h/6817_281164240295_552825295_8827949_4031234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3qoqNo6I/AAAAAAAACxM/a50HCC0lhYI/s400/6817_281164240295_552825295_8827949_4031234_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424365481799558050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Reduce (if possible, STOP) bitching about others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Too much negativity in 2009. Me no like &gt;:( The world is a much prettier place without backstabbing, isn't it? I don't think I have the right to be malicious towards other people when I'm far from perfect. Bitching not only hurts the poor person who gets bitched about but it makes me feel like a complete ho. 2010 is the year to be nice yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comments: The occasional venting of frustration is allowed. Keeping anger within isn't healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Lose weight and live a healthier lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Reduce visits to Rice Bar and fat multiplier, KFC! Yours truly plans to join the Melbourne University gym on monthly basis, anyone up for it? :) I need a gym buddy to whip me into shape. I'm getting sick of annoying taunts from my parental units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3rfevrzI/AAAAAAAACxc/FXa63K4xqUs/s1600-h/6819_308355205295_552825295_9230291_2519858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3rfevrzI/AAAAAAAACxc/FXa63K4xqUs/s400/6819_308355205295_552825295_9230291_2519858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424365496515407666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Reach higher then ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increase self esteem, but in a nice humble way! In 2009, I surprised myself in ways that I could never dare to dream. I aim to create more spontaneous moments and decisions in 2010 (it sounds kind of ironic: how can you plan to be more spontaneous?). Why? Because I have come to realize that the best decisions I have made are always the one which I make on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoodness, I really want to go IKEA so badly. I want to look at nice furniture stuff that I could bring over to Melbourne since I have a luggage limit of 35 kg. Anyone up for it? Caution: it's gonna be loads of window shopping, I reckon. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-2533075324887251600?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/2533075324887251600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2533075324887251600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2533075324887251600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-2010.html' title='First Post of 2010'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/S0c3qydU-PI/AAAAAAAACxU/R98Fcxp1bMU/s72-c/9135_311568280295_552825295_9280425_5598618_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6968515009170365893</id><published>2009-12-30T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:34:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Nineteeth to Caitlin and Nicole!</title><content type='html'>Love you both to lil' make up bits! :D :D They both look so pretty putting on their make up, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7134_315425810295_552825295_9330215_5536597_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7134_315425810295_552825295_9330215_5536597_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday, Caitlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs076.snc3/14337_340156880295_552825295_9706807_79340_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 419px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs076.snc3/14337_340156880295_552825295_9706807_79340_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Personally, I think blogging religiously is hard. :/ Sometimes, I just forget that I had a blog and do other stuff ie. megavideo is my bff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog tomorrow, since it's the last day of 2009 and all. ;) I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6968515009170365893?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6968515009170365893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-nineteeth-to-caitlin-and-nicole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6968515009170365893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6968515009170365893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-nineteeth-to-caitlin-and-nicole.html' title='Happy Nineteeth to Caitlin and Nicole!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6412037919609026586</id><published>2009-12-07T19:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:19:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Birthday Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had my Undang test yesterday! I passed with a 49/50. :) However, I'm more pissed about the stupid JPJ's thumb print reader. I wasted 45 minutes trying my hardest to press against the stupid thing and get my thumbprints to match. In the end, the officer gave up and just gave me my results. Maybe I'm this one-of-kind human being who has constantly changing thumbprints to avoid authority detection! The CIA/Secret Service should hire me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, post VII surprises! From pictures in Union to Eric's room to Ryan's room. :) Happy belated birthday again to Ryan, Izzie and Wen Ting! FYI, Union House is where I tend to have lunch most of the time even though the food is mehmeh. I am a sucker for convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp7AXFCUI/AAAAAAAACvk/CiVwNz-6FdE/s1600-h/5680_124035611127_515456127_2907501_2621205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp7AXFCUI/AAAAAAAACvk/CiVwNz-6FdE/s400/5680_124035611127_515456127_2907501_2621205_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458052110846274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp6vpH2FI/AAAAAAAACvc/dSMkDg0Dmug/s1600-h/5649_118631706621_546966621_2461423_8261982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp6vpH2FI/AAAAAAAACvc/dSMkDg0Dmug/s400/5649_118631706621_546966621_2461423_8261982_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458047623125074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp6QxUbhI/AAAAAAAACvU/n5suW99JHrw/s1600-h/5649_118631281621_546966621_2461413_6499415_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp6QxUbhI/AAAAAAAACvU/n5suW99JHrw/s400/5649_118631281621_546966621_2461413_6499415_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458039336005138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember I fell really sick after VII. =.= I mean, if I get to fall really sick and lose tons of weight like everyone else, then I'll probably won't mind it as much. But all I can remember is me burning up that the heat was sufficient to bake a potato. *sizzlesizzle* I want to eat baked potatoes which comes with garden salad, sour cream, chives and melted cheese on the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SxzqtO_0azI/AAAAAAAACv8/aogmHQQVcwI/s1600-h/5680_124037036127_515456127_2907552_88939_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SxzqtO_0azI/AAAAAAAACv8/aogmHQQVcwI/s400/5680_124037036127_515456127_2907552_88939_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458915033279282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp7nPKh4I/AAAAAAAACv0/HXWBKV6LlXk/s1600-h/5680_124036836127_515456127_2907545_93581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp7nPKh4I/AAAAAAAACv0/HXWBKV6LlXk/s400/5680_124036836127_515456127_2907545_93581_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458062546634626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp7UX4yhI/AAAAAAAACvs/8Deq5k33M8Q/s1600-h/5680_124036166127_515456127_2907521_6168058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp7UX4yhI/AAAAAAAACvs/8Deq5k33M8Q/s400/5680_124036166127_515456127_2907521_6168058_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458057482947090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SxzqtxPfTRI/AAAAAAAACwU/7ZAseTeCoMM/s1600-h/n546966621_2439476_7309192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SxzqtxPfTRI/AAAAAAAACwU/7ZAseTeCoMM/s400/n546966621_2439476_7309192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458924225809682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzqtr-DgmI/AAAAAAAACwM/FZr5IuhlI28/s1600-h/n546966621_2439474_4784840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzqtr-DgmI/AAAAAAAACwM/FZr5IuhlI28/s400/n546966621_2439474_4784840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458922810507874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SxzqtftAaZI/AAAAAAAACwE/FOvRmTeYLMY/s1600-h/n546966621_2439459_2140446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SxzqtftAaZI/AAAAAAAACwE/FOvRmTeYLMY/s400/n546966621_2439459_2140446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412458919517776274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How many people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; appreciate being told they looked a mess? Even if, deep down, they already knew.. &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/3783697035040083795-6412037919609026586?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6412037919609026586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-birthday-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6412037919609026586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6412037919609026586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-birthday-surprises.html' title='Post-Birthday Surprises'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sxzp7AXFCUI/AAAAAAAACvk/CiVwNz-6FdE/s72-c/5680_124035611127_515456127_2907501_2621205_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-158659260924466637</id><published>2009-12-05T09:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:23:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of Paws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yoohoo, I'm back after months of being inactive, I've been occupied. Cough cough maybe not. Looking back as my first year of uni comes to an end, I realize I have too many things to blog about. From my venture in to dance to delusional thinking and to first time clubbing experiences! Since I have three months or so to spare, I shall begin my faithful duties as a regular blogger! And, I'm going to start from... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Argh, my face is so itchy!!! It's just this particular tiny spot which is so itchy argh I can't stop scratching! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs156.snc1/5809_121987621621_546966621_2508528_4973976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs156.snc1/5809_121987621621_546966621_2508528_4973976_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy extreme and unforgivable belated birthday wish to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JerJerz, TingTing and Izziekinz&lt;/span&gt;! A million apologies for being lazy in posting this up. PS: I'm so sorry but all pictures are stolen from Facebook because I'm always too lazy to bring my camera and plus, it makes my clutch bulky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks to those three, I had my first clubbing experience ever! I'm willing to admit that I'm more of a eat-chill-sleep-snorlax kind of person. Ryan, Wen Ting and Izzie got a table at VII and I had to say, that my first time experience was pretty fun! Nope, I didn't get high but it was still good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5613_252262720295_552825295_8222842_1591082_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5613_252262720295_552825295_8222842_1591082_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hamsap fella at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs132.snc1/5649_117047071621_546966621_2436862_2704418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs132.snc1/5649_117047071621_546966621_2436862_2704418_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE THE HEELS I WORE THAT NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, fine, I blame my stupidity for purchasing platform four-inch heels and wearing it properly for the first time but seriously! It really hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stupid heels/ my clumsiness/ the stupid tree root which grew under the tar road which caused the bumpiness, caused me to fall face down and scrape my knee. :'( It didn't hurt but there was just blood oozing out continuously. Thank you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/span&gt; for the band-aid or my leg would have looked like something out of a Final Destination movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It was so painful when I was dancing! Thus, all I could do was pretty much wobbling on the spot to avoid falling and making a complete fool of myself version two. Thank goodness we had a table or my feet will be in a permanent arched shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5613_252262620295_552825295_8222824_7866663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5613_252262620295_552825295_8222824_7866663_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ew, you can see the blood and scrapes of dead skin on my knee on this picture. Love your facial expressions, Liz! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5613_252262550295_552825295_8222814_6031473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5613_252262550295_552825295_8222814_6031473_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had more pictures to post up but its such a pain going to Facebook and clicking the stupid numbers so I could finally reach to the month of August. It is a very long way... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*looks to the infinity of space*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post took me three days to post up. Seriously, I love the holidays. :) Okay, besides the fact that everyone is constantly annoying me with jibes about my weight, its pretty much been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not perfect. I hate Facebook Live Feed because sometimes the things or people (your pick!) you're avoiding just appears in it and your stupid curiosity gets the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you start thinking of the impossible and just depress yourself even further. Argh, I want Daorei. Where is that driving license when you need it? Ooooh, to people who actually read my blog, who is up for New Moon? I need Taylor Lautner. Ngek ngek ngek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-158659260924466637?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/158659260924466637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/12/return-of-paws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/158659260924466637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/158659260924466637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/12/return-of-paws.html' title='Return of Paws'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6363512842986067755</id><published>2009-05-30T12:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:37:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words: Study Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.  I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten the hint yet? I have no study oomphs. I feel restless or the day is just too nice outside and I start wasting my time by going on YouTube and watching pointless videos. I predict a near P for all my subjects if such situation continues. What Eric said was right, I need constant change so that my brain won't die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SiC3ZqKTLjI/AAAAAAAACuk/kamFeP8Ydno/s1600-h/Michele%27s+19th+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SiC3ZqKTLjI/AAAAAAAACuk/kamFeP8Ydno/s400/Michele%27s+19th+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341470809503510066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random picture of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realized I need to be more observant to my surroundings. I'm like a poor innocent bystander who got accused of not helping car accident victims but actually it's totally not my fault since I didn't even know that there was a car crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6363512842986067755?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6363512842986067755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-words-study-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6363512842986067755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6363512842986067755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-words-study-procrastination.html' title='Two Words: Study Procrastination'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SiC3ZqKTLjI/AAAAAAAACuk/kamFeP8Ydno/s72-c/Michele%27s+19th+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-210742717371216720</id><published>2009-04-23T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:40:22.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Sing A Melody To Me</title><content type='html'>Mommy and daddy are here. But my dad is leaving tomorrow. :"(. I will totally miss him despite the apartment being totally overcrowded and all. Mom is leaving on May 2. A few more days till a complete peaceful apartment yay! *chants yoga relaxation techniques to myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, Week Seven felt not as hectic as the others. However, I shall not say too much because I'm pretty pretty sure that I'll start dying soon under all the upcoming assignments. Flare hip hop tomorrow! I'm pumped up but slightly afraid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please pwetty please, make sure that all the annoying know-it-all-but-not-that-great shiz people aren't in my piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sort of chill out session at Jun Jing's. She made awesome tiramisu! Delicious. Oh, me, Caitlin and Vincent sort of stoned around while the rest watched some farnee Lee Hom concert. I think Vincent slept! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_O1-EoI/AAAAAAAACtw/0Ypf1QlIQdo/s1600-h/karaoke+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_O1-EoI/AAAAAAAACtw/0Ypf1QlIQdo/s400/karaoke+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327893585914106498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6PWoD_jI/AAAAAAAACto/HjFSVe_xDso/s1600-h/karaoke+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6PWoD_jI/AAAAAAAACto/HjFSVe_xDso/s400/karaoke+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892763369537074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6POh1cRI/AAAAAAAACtg/YSaEHrUQY84/s1600-h/karaoke+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6POh1cRI/AAAAAAAACtg/YSaEHrUQY84/s400/karaoke+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892761195933970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little things in life makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6PAZgZvI/AAAAAAAACtY/A05X4h65vYQ/s1600-h/karaoke+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6PAZgZvI/AAAAAAAACtY/A05X4h65vYQ/s400/karaoke+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892757402904306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's supposed to be a modeling pose/whatever. Why is Carmen pulling her top???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6OyiO_8I/AAAAAAAACtQ/LKSkQ6to2Og/s1600-h/karaoke+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6OyiO_8I/AAAAAAAACtQ/LKSkQ6to2Og/s400/karaoke+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892753681416130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6OrN0dFI/AAAAAAAACtI/uvJGGACSRc0/s1600-h/karaoke+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6OrN0dFI/AAAAAAAACtI/uvJGGACSRc0/s400/karaoke+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892751716742226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5g0EgFCI/AAAAAAAACtA/6R8wMl0vOtY/s1600-h/karaoke+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5g0EgFCI/AAAAAAAACtA/6R8wMl0vOtY/s400/karaoke+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327891963819594786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5gkT4wxI/AAAAAAAACs4/8uVv_Zagpkw/s1600-h/karaoke+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5gkT4wxI/AAAAAAAACs4/8uVv_Zagpkw/s400/karaoke+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327891959589159698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Wang Lee Hom Karaoke Night at KBox on LaTrobe Street! Eric, you have some serious singing talent! :) Me on the other hand, cannot make it. Heehee, I had my full dose of Wang Lee Hom that night. The tv was like, right in front of my face for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_yizA4I/AAAAAAAACuQ/v1aixJdzcU8/s1600-h/karaoke+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_yizA4I/AAAAAAAACuQ/v1aixJdzcU8/s400/karaoke+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327893595497366402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_nJdsgI/AAAAAAAACuI/tgWVO29gslE/s1600-h/karaoke+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_nJdsgI/AAAAAAAACuI/tgWVO29gslE/s400/karaoke+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327893592438321666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_g01vYI/AAAAAAAACuA/bIB0gXiCyFs/s1600-h/karaoke+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_g01vYI/AAAAAAAACuA/bIB0gXiCyFs/s400/karaoke+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327893590741204354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_dYuazI/AAAAAAAACt4/aWG0eCqt7iA/s1600-h/karaoke+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_dYuazI/AAAAAAAACt4/aWG0eCqt7iA/s400/karaoke+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327893589817977650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heehee, Carmen's semangat-ed singing scream. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We or should I say, I, had a random photoshoot thingy for my so-called 'portfolio'. I have no oomph already. How fickle minded of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5gYA_oGI/AAAAAAAACsw/8tKlrpmtr9M/s1600-h/lookbook+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5gYA_oGI/AAAAAAAACsw/8tKlrpmtr9M/s400/lookbook+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327891956288692322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5gCn4xVI/AAAAAAAACso/-nKZaRRQDtQ/s1600-h/lookbook+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5gCn4xVI/AAAAAAAACso/-nKZaRRQDtQ/s400/lookbook+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327891950546240850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5fy2u89I/AAAAAAAACsg/rwcUYmqlzV0/s1600-h/lookbook+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB5fy2u89I/AAAAAAAACsg/rwcUYmqlzV0/s400/lookbook+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327891946313544658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Wei Li, Wen Yau and Farrz so so so much. :"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-210742717371216720?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/210742717371216720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-sing-melody-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/210742717371216720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/210742717371216720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-sing-melody-to-me.html' title='You Can Sing A Melody To Me'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SfB6_O1-EoI/AAAAAAAACtw/0Ypf1QlIQdo/s72-c/karaoke+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6338378978248713622</id><published>2009-04-07T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:28:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Birthday Jun Jing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sdr-n4LZGMI/AAAAAAAACrQ/gjaTOmmKBDU/s1600-h/beach+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sdr-n4LZGMI/AAAAAAAACrQ/gjaTOmmKBDU/s400/beach+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321845870740183234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jun Jing, a.k.a JJ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such an awesome friend through the Trinity years and beyond! Heehee, we sama-sama have horrible bad sunburns yeah! *Mine is still very very very obvious boo!* Must be stealth towards Big Bear and Home Boy okay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm steaming tofu now. Yummy yum yum and Flare Production Casting in an hour and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous with anticipation. Although occasionally I have the "ZOMG, what the hell am I doing trying to audition?", ... okay, I'm actually very very very nervous. I hope I don't die of a heart attack on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My criminology essay is going on alright, I hope *fingers crossed*. I have a very strange feeling that I'm not doing that great in university life. Ohzeeemgee. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6338378978248713622?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6338378978248713622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-19th-birthday-jun-jing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6338378978248713622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6338378978248713622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-19th-birthday-jun-jing.html' title='Happy 19th Birthday Jun Jing!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/Sdr-n4LZGMI/AAAAAAAACrQ/gjaTOmmKBDU/s72-c/beach+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1769503551403140633</id><published>2009-04-02T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:49:48.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondershare Photo Collage</title><content type='html'>Wondershare Photo Collage is so so so addictive. I was actually supposed to start on my Criminology essay but I got side-tracked by this new awesome program! It is a collage-making program so it's pretty easy and most of the stuff are automatic so you don't have to do it manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad side? I only got it for a trial run for 30 days. :( Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I made a series of photo collages from my Wesley Methodist School days. Pretty neat, if you ask me! I just realized how eventful WMS was, and how we often create havoc and ridiculousness in our own lil' private school world and animal-safari uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double-click the pictures for a clearer bigger awesomer view! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-DQv5FhI/AAAAAAAACqw/TsKD0X8wS0A/s1600-h/Page+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-DQv5FhI/AAAAAAAACqw/TsKD0X8wS0A/s400/Page+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086023076124178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-D2UbJTI/AAAAAAAACq4/7rE56KTWLe0/s1600-h/Page+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-D2UbJTI/AAAAAAAACq4/7rE56KTWLe0/s400/Page+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086033161463090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-D8TbJQI/AAAAAAAACrA/WZucug-sLxc/s1600-h/Page+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-D8TbJQI/AAAAAAAACrA/WZucug-sLxc/s400/Page+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086034767881474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-EJDtbtI/AAAAAAAACrI/TqpRgk_ekvE/s1600-h/Page+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-EJDtbtI/AAAAAAAACrI/TqpRgk_ekvE/s400/Page+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086038191632082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Personally love the Highlight picture. I edited it until it looks like the photos were taken by a real professional magazine worthy camera. Plus, the pictures were taken originally by a 5.0 megapixel camera. 0.0. No worries, I have upgraded to a 12.1 megapixel now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my high school buds! I'm so sorry if I haven't been keeping in touch! Memories of you will stay with me forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Comment comment on the pictures! I spent like 2 hours addicted to the program! Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-1769503551403140633?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/1769503551403140633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/04/wondershare-photo-collage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1769503551403140633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1769503551403140633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/04/wondershare-photo-collage.html' title='Wondershare Photo Collage'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SdS-DQv5FhI/AAAAAAAACqw/TsKD0X8wS0A/s72-c/Page+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-8403565325764158052</id><published>2009-03-20T08:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:08:03.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Su Mei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/ScLdtnCKKxI/AAAAAAAACp8/F8v8BUx5p9k/s1600-h/Trinity+Ball+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/ScLdtnCKKxI/AAAAAAAACp8/F8v8BUx5p9k/s400/Trinity+Ball+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315054285892496146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very belated post that should have been done three days ago. OH WELL. Happy Birthday to you and be fabulously nineteen this 2009 yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all our catch-ups and being there for me. Its kind of cool how we get on so well when we just met in Trinity, don't you think? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have officially gotten my mojo back. No more sickly fainty yunniex anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-8403565325764158052?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/8403565325764158052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-su-mei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8403565325764158052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8403565325764158052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-su-mei.html' title='Happy Birthday Su Mei!'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/ScLdtnCKKxI/AAAAAAAACp8/F8v8BUx5p9k/s72-c/Trinity+Ball+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3617875405889816344</id><published>2009-03-12T21:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:28:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note #1 I Love Vanilla</title><content type='html'>An update because it's the weekend! Well for me anyway. Other poor darlings got uni tomorrow while yours truly here has her Fridays free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an official week of uni has passed complete with all the tutorials, sprinting from The Spot to Old Arts (its physically impossible to just walk) in order to make it on time for my Finance tutorial &lt;s&gt;whatthefreakisafinancetutorialdoinginoldartsbuildinganyway&lt;/s&gt;, the would-be assignments and everything else in the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set unrealistic study goals which I hope to achieve because for once, I'm actually trying to get all homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention the girls + Jiah Lit went for the MUOSS Amazing Race? It was a good workout which obviously proves how unfit I am. Pictures of course! Only gotten the first task pictures because after that, our travel buddy took the most of it with her camera. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSAIJ9DvI/AAAAAAAACos/w1WMHmpjVwk/s1600-h/AMR+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSAIJ9DvI/AAAAAAAACos/w1WMHmpjVwk/s400/AMR+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297028858744562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of the first task was to pick up a pingpong ball with chopsticks. Not not not as easy as it looks. I think I'll stick with my fork and spoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSCUoS6OI/AAAAAAAACpE/aNXsHMQETl8/s1600-h/AMR+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSCUoS6OI/AAAAAAAACpE/aNXsHMQETl8/s400/AMR+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297066566969570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSBt4XCiI/AAAAAAAACo8/tOAkFUTxc4E/s1600-h/AMR+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSBt4XCiI/AAAAAAAACo8/tOAkFUTxc4E/s400/AMR+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297056165366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, try to transfer tissue paper by sucking with straws. Not as easy as it looks either. In the end, we sort of carried it with straws. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSCwhgy0I/AAAAAAAACpM/VNMwPBiXC6Y/s1600-h/AMR+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSCwhgy0I/AAAAAAAACpM/VNMwPBiXC6Y/s400/AMR+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297074054712130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and MOST DISGUSTING, the Vegemite challenge. The worse worse national Australian food ever. I mean, its okay if you take a lil bit and spread it on your toast but eating it just like that is torture. It is absolutely worthy of Fear Factor okay. It's so salty and gross. EWH. But, Jiah Lit took most of the vile thing so kudos to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSuXggGxI/AAAAAAAACpU/3RTj6ewdaEA/s1600-h/AMR+023+ZOMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSuXggGxI/AAAAAAAACpU/3RTj6ewdaEA/s400/AMR+023+ZOMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297823253830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge portion of vegemite and look at the enthusiasm on Jiah Lit's face! Heehee, note Caitlin's excruciating-pain-like expression with her teeny bit of Vegemite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSvIL2qrI/AAAAAAAACpc/o0R-63D9GvE/s1600-h/AMR+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSvIL2qrI/AAAAAAAACpc/o0R-63D9GvE/s400/AMR+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297836320565938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSvs6wZnI/AAAAAAAACpk/tuU19xOXNq4/s1600-h/AMR+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSvs6wZnI/AAAAAAAACpk/tuU19xOXNq4/s400/AMR+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297846180963954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rinse of the taste with water. Glug glug glug, not working for that moment fyi. It was THAT HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and ohmygoodness, I want a copy of American GQ NOW!!!!!! My current hottie is burning off the pages yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkURQwrC0I/AAAAAAAACps/qQWNKCJsZz8/s1600-h/003y571b__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkURQwrC0I/AAAAAAAACps/qQWNKCJsZz8/s400/003y571b__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312299522249657154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbnuhKtSySI/AAAAAAAACp0/8EYXIuFrks4/s1600-h/rpatzzz__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbnuhKtSySI/AAAAAAAACp0/8EYXIuFrks4/s400/rpatzzz__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312539489037633826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks sooooo deliciously vampy here. OHMYGOD. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT TWILIGHT. Hopefully, the movie editors will realize how stupid Bella is and kill her off so Edward Cullen can be dangerously single for eternity. Muahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3617875405889816344?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3617875405889816344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-1-i-love-vanilla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3617875405889816344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3617875405889816344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-1-i-love-vanilla.html' title='Note #1 I Love Vanilla'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbkSAIJ9DvI/AAAAAAAACos/w1WMHmpjVwk/s72-c/AMR+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-1513830720167764187</id><published>2009-03-08T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:53:28.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>The return of the lazy blogger! Applause please. Ngek ngek ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was well, two weeks ago. Nothing much to shout about really. Is it me or isn't it really really difficult to make new friends in university? I don't think I'm that intimidating. Oh well but many fun fun things went down during O-week such as new discoveries (teehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty much went for those subject selection lectures and it was quite productive. I have decided against taking Psychology and took Criminology since the Psych lecturer almost bored me to tears and apparently, its all very clinical for the first year subjects. The subjects I'm taking are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Introduction to Microeconomics - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Part of my Bachelor of Commerce. Forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Quantitative Methods - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Part of my Bachelor of Commerce. Very very very forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finance 1 -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Replaced Accounting Reports Analysis because I've been so genius-like and was exempted! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Criminology -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I get to study what motivates criminals and stuff. Free will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures of a very sunny windy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnF_scmdI/AAAAAAAACoM/-bkkxBV_qoE/s1600-h/AMR+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnF_scmdI/AAAAAAAACoM/-bkkxBV_qoE/s400/AMR+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310701738294811090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the cloudless sky and the potential killer sun rays, it was actually really really cold on that day. Blame it on the woodeedoo Melbourne weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnGh-2UqI/AAAAAAAACoc/eIQdmo0u278/s1600-h/AMR+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnGh-2UqI/AAAAAAAACoc/eIQdmo0u278/s400/AMR+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310701747498799778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnGAmKSOI/AAAAAAAACoU/JjTH1vkFTuk/s1600-h/AMR+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnGAmKSOI/AAAAAAAACoU/JjTH1vkFTuk/s400/AMR+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310701738536880354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnG8Up4SI/AAAAAAAACok/lEfDwaY80A4/s1600-h/AMR+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnG8Up4SI/AAAAAAAACok/lEfDwaY80A4/s400/AMR+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310701754569580834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are getting really dry lately, with and without lip balm. ARGH. So unsexy you know. I actually tried to use the Shu Eumura thing but zomg, I looked like a China doll and wiped it off immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall go back to blue sheets and more country music. Yes, I'm into country music, how uncool of me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-1513830720167764187?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/1513830720167764187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1513830720167764187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/1513830720167764187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SbNnF_scmdI/AAAAAAAACoM/-bkkxBV_qoE/s72-c/AMR+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-8957726591451497168</id><published>2009-03-07T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:39:36.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Factor</title><content type='html'>More Edward Cullen! Oh, who cares if this poster is fake. I need more vampire goodness! ;) I love love love Edward Cullen! Psst: I'm actually supposed to do my Micro reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/rp__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 663px;" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/rp__oPt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I did not put the yum word there. The picture is from Perez so, its pretty much self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moomba later! Wawawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-8957726591451497168?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/8957726591451497168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/yum-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8957726591451497168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8957726591451497168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/03/yum-factor.html' title='Yum Factor'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-3675489991868353332</id><published>2009-02-14T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:52:40.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not want to leave full stop. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-3675489991868353332?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/3675489991868353332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-not-want-to-leave-full-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3675489991868353332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/3675489991868353332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-not-want-to-leave-full-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-6765845478188100632</id><published>2009-02-06T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:09:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodeedoo</title><content type='html'>Met up with Carmen, Cait, Suat Lay, Adeline, Wilkin, Boon Guan, Chee Leong and Han Bin! Didn't really get to talk to the ex-WMS people that much but oh well, next time kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking to Carmen and Cait totally makes me miss Melbourne! The place where you don't even have to look at your watch, do whatever you please and just relax! Sigh, not looking forward to going back to Melbourne though. 46 DEGREES!!! Oh my gosh, I need that air-conditioner. College Square will burn me to a disgusting puddle on the floor. I'm reaching on 16th morning with Caitlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Bubble Tee who coaxed me through the series of unfortunate events. I really appreciate you calming me down in my totally irrational state of revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched the whole movie of Twilight. Okay, my love for Edward Cullen has increased ten-fold. Edward Cullen and the Cullen family rocks! I love the baseball part. Harry Potter go die. Twilight is rocking my world. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-6765845478188100632?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/6765845478188100632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/doodeedoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6765845478188100632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/6765845478188100632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/doodeedoo.html' title='Doodeedoo'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-8616110164623906123</id><published>2009-02-05T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:11:17.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again.</title><content type='html'>DIRECTION: Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post about 16 random things, habits or goals about you. At last, choose 5 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a headache. And its annoying me loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes, I wonder about missed opportunities and how things could be different (or worse) if I dared to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I'm in an emo mood, I go to my EMO PLAYLIST on my iTunes and perhaps, give a good cry. I go to a secluded spot in my room and cry. Everything will feel better when you cry. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My sister's retainer has been in my bag for two days and is now next to my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My secret goal is to learn how to bake and decorate cakes professionally! I adore looking at Cuppacakes and making non-bake cakes when I'm stressed out. Of course, the parental units will kill me if I ever decide to tell them so right now, I'm on my way to hopefully become an accountant/lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I can live my own life and make my own decisions. Right now, I regret how I can't change the way things revolve around me. Thus, causing unnecessary regrets. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't stand perfume especially when a person DROWNS herself in perfume. I feel like puking. When I was kid, I think I actually did puke. Ew. I never put a spritz of perfume on my body unless I'm feeling... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I just played scrabble and badminton yesterday with my sister. Random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love my two doggies so so so much! If you bully them in any way, I'll kill you. Haha, I remembered this anecdote where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Uncle 1 was walking with his lil miniature silky terrier and Old Uncle 2 was jogging. Silky Terrier jumps excitedly at Old Uncle 2 but misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Uncle 2: Lucky your dog didn't touch me, or else, I'll KILL YOUR DOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Uncle 1: You kill my dog, I KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilarious when you imagine two old folks at each others'  throats. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I always wanted to learn a new musical instrument other than piano. Pianist are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I ain't do mani pedi facial girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I dislike blind spot people. Heehee. Cait and Carmen, you should know what I mean. *oink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I wish, I could rewind back time. And fix the things I should have said and should have not said. I wish that things were different in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Occasionally, I feel like I take the people around me for granted. If you do feel that way, I'm so sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I rarely drink water. One of my theories is that if I'm stranded somewhere with no natural resources, I can survive longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I wish Number 13 can come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag: Anyone who wants to do this. Because I'm tired thinking of 16 stuff about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-8616110164623906123?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/8616110164623906123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8616110164623906123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/8616110164623906123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-2960910577669182185</id><published>2009-02-01T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:39:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Open</title><content type='html'>Here I am in front of the television, praying, that Federer will win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Nadal is sooo cute. Have you seen him eating his banana? *No sickness intended* So cute! He just takes teensy tiny nibbles from his banana and places it gently back on the table. Personally thinks that Nadal is a bit OCD like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I shall watch real tennis now. Coo coo coo for Federer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Match: Obsessive Compulsive Banana Eater Nadal won. Okay fine, he played better. Federer cried. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-2960910577669182185?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/2960910577669182185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/australian-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2960910577669182185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/2960910577669182185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/02/australian-open.html' title='Australian Open'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-4399063674860469124</id><published>2009-01-30T15:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:58:39.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who?</title><content type='html'>You know, with all the bad shit happening to me, I'm really really really wishing that something good will happen soon. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SYKn__sLb9I/AAAAAAAACiE/zKmFDpL44AU/s1600-h/tags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SYKn__sLb9I/AAAAAAAACiE/zKmFDpL44AU/s400/tags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296980829611454418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who? I knew I should have taken your face but the shirt was more photogenic. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I've been tagged by Michele. Hello from KL to Penang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Take a picture of yourself right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Post the photo with no EDITING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Post this instruction with your photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Tag 5 people to do this:-&lt;br /&gt;&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/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SYK_SNGo2DI/AAAAAAAACiM/R8E0XLg86kQ/s1600-h/tags+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SYK_SNGo2DI/AAAAAAAACiM/R8E0XLg86kQ/s400/tags+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297006431217178674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next tag by Carmen Teoh AND Caitlin Kang. No idea why I got tagged twice but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a photo of yourself NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No editing.&lt;br /&gt;2. No fixing your hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. No make-up.&lt;br /&gt;4. No smiling.&lt;br /&gt;5. No back shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SYK_SADv1hI/AAAAAAAACiU/wibEL8AvKVk/s1600-h/tags+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SYK_SADv1hI/AAAAAAAACiU/wibEL8AvKVk/s400/tags+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297006427715393042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much awaited arrival of paws! Heehee. But, paws look huge here and un-paw-like. Sorry to all eager paw-fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-4399063674860469124?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/4399063674860469124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4399063674860469124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/4399063674860469124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who.html' title='Guess who?'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZrfnFb37FRY/SYKn__sLb9I/AAAAAAAACiE/zKmFDpL44AU/s72-c/tags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697035040083795.post-821687632540065404</id><published>2009-01-28T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:06:00.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello. I want to shop but lately I have bought:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tops, 2 vests, three dresses, two overpriced shorts, seven tights/stirrups/leggings/socks, a bomber jacket,  a skirt in a fortnight. And, I still need to get my pair of Converse sneakers, cap and black pumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering of my excessive spending on tights/stirrups/leggings/socks, its only averaged out to be about RM 13 per piece! Totally bargain at MyClothesAffair! Material is the thickest I have ever seen in my life. Guaranteed to keep you warm in chilly Melbourne weather! Teehee, I have gotten sneak peek into Wei Li's new restock but if you want any, I will be more than happy to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, will any guy I know who is staying in College Square will be there on February 16th? I'll be arriving back and I just remembered that I left a thermos with honey inside in my switched-off refrigerator. What if its rotting and there is, God forbid, maggots??? I need some muscle and bravery to lift it out of my refrigerator and throw it into the rubbish chute. I can't imagine myself doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wen Yau, emporer/ your royal highness today. Nothing has changed which is good to know. Although apparently WY says that I have gotten so fat that he wonders how I managed to maintain my fatness. Heehee, although I've lost 1.5 kg, but I've gone on a balanced-with-vege diet. Planned to eat as much fibre as I can to poo it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have no pictures to dazzle you with but I'll be changing my layout soon. Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697035040083795-821687632540065404?l=yunniex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/feeds/821687632540065404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/821687632540065404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697035040083795/posts/default/821687632540065404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunniex.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>yunniex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGKMSPFv-s/TcStD6_BO-I/AAAAAAAAC6o/U5qjlopqzPE/s220/215442_10150160844792261_675262260_7044492_5389297_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
