<?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-6689830</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:09:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.dancer.</title><subtitle type='html'>all about me. all about a dancer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110845785211197110</id><published>2005-02-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:57:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Buaya-ing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentine's day and hell, was too busy to blog on the once-in-365-day special day (but again actually any other day is once-in-365-days too! In fact 29 Feb is once-in-1460-day!) so I'm patheticallt blogging on National Defence Day instead. Have half the mind to change the date to 14 Feb instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things You're Doing of 14 Feb&lt;br /&gt;1. Having the time of your life with your valentine&lt;br /&gt;2. Having the time of your life thinking of your valentine, although not physically with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wishing that you're having the time of you life with someone&lt;br /&gt;4. Desperate enough to wish that you're having the time of your life (actually most probably not) with someone, &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Single, and having the time of your life loving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm too lazy to continue but nevermind, I'll stop here then! I guess I's no. 5, self-contented, independent, self-assured and confident girl! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Valentine's Day &lt;em&gt;romantically&lt;/em&gt; nonetheless. In the Parliament. With the tour guide, 60+ NY girls, 1 American who's darn interested in Singapore's legislature system and security guards. Romantic, no? I received loads and loads of vday present though, which made me happy. x) Will post up the pictures soon, I promise. Kill me if I don't. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and someone promised me to treat me to porridge on Total Defence Day. He broke his promise. What crap! xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110845785211197110?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110845785211197110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110845785211197110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-buaya-ing.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Buaya-ing'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110822496516963558</id><published>2005-02-13T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:16:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choc Truffles!</title><content type='html'>I just finished making chocolate truffles for Valentine's Day! They look gorgeous, but you DON'T want to see the making process. I'm sure you don't. I literally bathed my hands in chocolate. Ok, I think I better not go into the gory details or it'll just freak everyone out. But rest assured it's 101% edible and 200% safe. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend so much time on effort on the truffles, I don't feel like giving them out already! I'll post some pics of the yummydeliciousscrumptiousfabulousfantastic truffles soon. And because I've spent so much time and effort and money (they're DARK CHOCOLATE), I'll most likely be giving only to those who're close to me. Classmates, ex-classmates, dancers, juniors. So please be honoured if you receive one of my red-cellophane-wrapped-three-chocolate-truffles, and it'll indicate just how much you mean to me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue bragging about my chocolate truffles. They come in a variety of delicious toppings - rainbow rice (whatever you call that), chocolate rice, almond choppings, cookie crumble, icing sugar. Say WOW. "WOW". Haha, now that was lame. But you can't blame me! I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES, I LOVE YOU! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110822496516963558?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110822496516963558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110822496516963558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/02/choc-truffles.html' title='Choc Truffles!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110795661747308149</id><published>2005-02-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:43:37.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Am I glad CNY eve's performance went damn well? The audience was really supportive and everything and basically no major screw-ups. So, a round of applause of ourselves! *Clap clap* haha. I sure am ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the performance went well but the rest of the day had its fair share of ups and downs. Nonetheless, it was an eventful and interesting day. I was supposed to meet my friend at PS and Qing was supposed to meet &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; friend at PS so we decided to go there together, but not without stalking yongxian first. Haha. It was hilarious with us chasing her from Lido to Orchard MRT and acting all nonchalent, but we let her off and head for PS without much stalking. (: I'm half tempted to just write down what we did in PS and all the nonsensical, hilarious things that happened, but I think I'll just bore everyone if I do. So I'll leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day with neos spree, ichigo bliss, weird photos and lotsa fun. Oh and new friends. ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110795661747308149?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110795661747308149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110795661747308149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110759282527415996</id><published>2005-02-05T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:33:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumours</title><content type='html'>Everyone gossips. More or less. The only difference is whether it's harmless; friendly small talk that revolves around someone else. Or spiteful, hateful, intentional spreading of rumours. There's alot of difference mind you. I have had the honour to experience both and am, glad to proclaim that if I ever do gossip, I fall into the first category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours are such useless things, I shall never ever believe in rumours again. Complete trash I tell you. And I frankly do not feel that it's a very wise thing to judge a person whom you don't even know personally, it's utterly rubbish. Every single comment you make about that person thus falls into the I-don't-really-know-but-I-guess/feel-she's-like-that category - which is basically bullshit. As if that in itself is not a big enough sin. Spreading it is worse. On the other hand, if you know a person well enough, and is coming to a conclusion that is backed up by evidence and examples, ah, now that's a totally different matter althogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever commit the crime of gossiping about someone I detest without any solid reasons, please remind me not to degrade myself to mortally sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me, please kindly keep your mouth shut. I don't need you to tell me how ego/bitchy/bimbotic or whatsoever I am, and do you sincerely think I actually care about what you think? Wake up your ideas please. But if you belong to the first category, and wants to give me constructive (I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;constructive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) critisism, I'll gladly accept it and embrace you with open arms. I know I'm not perfect (far from it in fact) and I'm willing to change myself for the better, provided you're judging me fairly in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of hurtful gossips and rumours. Miss Yeo did a wonderful job with the school fund raising launch, and for the first time in 4 years, I felt the strong urge to actually do something for the school. Admittedly, I haven't contributed much to the school in the past few years and this is likely to be the last chance I have to pay back to the school. If you think that all this fundraising "crap" is the school trying to get money from us, please spare a minute to think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good school is essential for our education, and so it's essentially the fundament to our future endeavours. Without a good school, it is unlikely to be able to pave a road towards a bright future. Now, I'm sure we all agree NY is a good school, don't we? So don't you think it's only right to pay back to our school for teaching us, paving our way for us and guiding us during the prime of our years? I'm sure we'll all look back years from now and realise how fortunate we were to have been in Nanyang. Take the HSK for example. $60+ per student, and the school is forking out the money for the entire 166 students in IP. Why not just take this chance to pay that $60+ back? After all, it's for &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; benefits, and the school doesn't gain anything from it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm just blabbering some morally and politically upright crap, and think I'm such a hypocrite, I've got nothing to say. There are people who'll respond "you think everyone so rich arh? Who ask the school to help us pay for HSK, they force us to take lor! We don't even want to take in the first place. Not our business that they want to help us pay what!" All I want to say is, if you really love your school, and you're proud that you're a member of this school, then even if the school hadn't done a single thing for you, you'll still contribute to the school. If you don't have a sense of belonging and love for the school, even if the school does a million things for you, it's all gone to waste. Talk about CME and moral education. Pure waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110759282527415996?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110759282527415996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110759282527415996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/02/rumours.html' title='Rumours'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110701258359451717</id><published>2005-01-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T10:12:08.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First NC-16 Movie</title><content type='html'>Yes, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; its nothing much to be proud of, but still, it was quite an experience (ok, maybe not). You see, this whole bust-the-NC-16-movie was totally not expected and was done rather impromptu. Mei, Qingyi, Huijin and I were supposed to meet at 5.30 at Orchard MRT station to catch Funkamania '05. Hj was late - as usual (as expected). Mei and Qing were early and I was 3mins late. Ok I'll spare you the details and go straight into the main point. The main point is I messed up the dates. Apparently, Funkamania is on the 28th, and doh, today is 29!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I saw 29th on the magazine. I swear the magazine had a typo. But to quote Mei: "&lt;strong&gt;You're just in denial.&lt;/strong&gt;" And so I was facing two extremely volatile people who had very understandable intentions to kill me. Before the mistake got any further, I called Hj and she was at that point of time, still at Toa Payoh, so she decided not to come altogether. Facing the dilemma of either staying at Taka to watch Jam X blasting at 835693265 decibels, go home at an absurdly early hour of 6pm or walk around Orchard Road jam packed with people not unlike sardines squeezed in a can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we decided to catch a movie (we're too smart to pick any of the above listed choices) in Cine.There was quite a debate on which movie to watch but we soon settle quite unanimously on Meet the Fockers. I was pretty excited at busting the theatres, although counting by year, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; already 16. In fact, we all are! Still, Mei is, theoretically, the only legal one (counting by birthday). Now not only is Mei legally 16, she was dressed to the age (or more so), I was passable with my height and not-very-distinctively-16-but-still-around-there dressing, but unfortunately Qing was donned in a bright yellow tank with a slice of watermelon on it. How &lt;em&gt;mature&lt;/em&gt; she looked. Nonetheless, we successfully bought the tickets ($8.50!!) to the show, the salesperson didn’t even bother to check IC cause it was Mei who bought the tickets and she looked every bit 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having successfully fooled (not really actually) the ticketing guy, we were off to binge on food! Now, it was not without extreme guilt that I bought Lays chips, Pepsi Ice and McVee biscuits. I had originally planned to not consume a single morsel of food for the day, because I was not only not hungry, I wanted to save money! But since I’ve already bombed a ridiculous sum of $8.50 on a small slip of paper, otherwise known as the almighty ticket, a few more dollars won’t make much of a difference anyway (or so I thought). Also, what’s a movie without popcorns, snacks, drinks – basically, food? Decidedly feeling immensely broke and guilt stricken, we decided to buy the cheapest available snacks around, which by all standards does not mean the popcorn from the popcorn counter. So in the quest to search for cheap (relatively) food, we went all the way to 7-11 and stonned around for a considerable amount of time before deciding on what to buy. I’m sure the other shoppers were greatly irritated by 3 girls standing in a row pondering what to purchase as if thinking of some high art philosophy question itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I’m finally reaching the movie itself. I am rather long winded I realised (and I’m blogging in a very essay-ish form). Haha. The movie was really funny, but sadly (or rather luckily) we couldn’t catch most of the sexual jokes involved. Oh well, we’re too innocent. But the parts we could catch were hilarious, not slapstick sort of humour, but funny humour. I am still traumatised by the sex therapist, the dog and the Einstein doll, Randy and Horny (the brothers) and ultimately the entire Fockers’ family. Hilarious I tell you, though sick, perverted and heavily sexual. Still, hilarious. Won’t say much, no spoilers here! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at about 9 or so (can’t remember the exact time, I’m a sucker for time). Wanted to go home initially but felt that it was such a rare chance to be roaming Orchard without parents so late at night, so Mei and I went to Wisma to shop. Shopped, talked, did some real precious catching up although the time was short. I’m really amazed we can still click after so long as non-classmates and non-cca-mates. Quite a feat, no? Reached home eventually at 10.30, half an hour after the time limit, but my parents were rather nice about it, so I got away scot-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want to watch an NC-16 movie illegally, go to Cineleisure. The security is damn slack. (: (Btw, this is one 800-word long entry. Enjoy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110701258359451717?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110701258359451717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110701258359451717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-nc-16-movie.html' title='First NC-16 Movie'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110666191501990542</id><published>2005-01-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T10:14:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!</title><content type='html'>Darn, what got over me when I blogged the previous entry? Maybe I should just delete it. Muahaha. Well, I'll just leave it there cause I'm in a cheery mood today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I so happy? My mornings are usually dreary, weary and super boring. But definitely not today! My morning was brightened up by a certain event that happened, which left me really happy. Hee. As for what exactly happened, it's too bimbotic to say. LOL. And its for me to know, and you to find out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason no. 2 as to why I'm so happy today is because I'm going to Funkamania '05 this Sat! I didn't expect my parents to let me go, but yay they did. Although they're going along, but it doesn't matter. I bet my mum will go and shop instead, they're.. not exactly crazy about dance. Oh btw, Funkamania is a dance competition, and as the name suggests - Funk. Isn't that so exciting? Haha. Anyone wants to come along with me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate codfish for dinner! Quite a big piece I must say! Muahaha. It's so absolutely delicious, scrumptious, the ultimate delicacy. Mmmm... I can still taste the soft flesh melting on my tongue. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the biggest contributing factor - I GOT SLY'S POSTER. MUAHAHA. My friend bought Lime not knowing there was the poster, and she isn't an avid Sly fan, so she VERY kindly tore out the poster and gave me! I love her to bits! I'm still swooning over the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm in a rather spastic mood, and I don't need to go to school tmr (yoth and media conf), I'll do up a very bo liao list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The following contents might contain sensitive issues, and if you find it unbearably bimbotic, just click on the little cross and the top right hand corner of the screen. Whatever mentioned is just for fun and pure self entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Guys on My Dating List (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester Sim(!!)&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Di Caprio (I fell in love with Jack in Titanic you see, but pity I'm not Rose. ):)&lt;br /&gt;The RI/SJI guy (ROFLMAO. Private joke.)&lt;br /&gt;Youuu :)&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Yue (damn cute!!)&lt;br /&gt;Wade Robson (super pro dancer. I've got a soft spot for guys who can dance. =D)&lt;br /&gt;Junxi (Male lead in Autumn in My Heart. Sweet, shuai, cool. What else can you ask for?)&lt;br /&gt;Prince Harry (He's cool, shuai and filthyyy rich. Don't say I'm materialistic ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. I can't think of anyone else. So, let's just make the list 8 ok? Btw, the above is for pure entertainment purposes, and said in an extremely satirical manner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I shall have to go and wash the plates. Boo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110666191501990542?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110666191501990542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110666191501990542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/whee.html' title='Whee!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110640929137172973</id><published>2005-01-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T10:14:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixture of emotions</title><content type='html'>Damn it. I'm feeling so messed up inside I don't know what I'm feeling anymore. Let me try to analyse my emotions... But it's going to be damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried. For dance, SYF to be specific. Not that fearlessly feminine is not nice, in fact it's wonderful. But its super fast, super technical, super demanding, super taxing and it really takes a lot from the dancers to be able to achieve the desired results. I have completely no idea whether we can do it a not. And that does not relieve my worry a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed up. Not a lot but sorta. Due to the usual yadas, work, work and more work. Nobody said Sec 4s going to be easy, but I like a challenge. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and hmmm, how to describe... Anticipating. I'm really looking forward to JC life, it's gonna be a blast. I hope. And I really really want to do well for my 'A's and 'S' papers. Surprisingly, I've already decided on my subject combinations for JC. Haha. Yes, I'm fast and decisive, for once. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and feeling kindda hollow. I guess it's because I've been way too dependant on you already, not that I'm trying to detach myself away, it hurts. I don't know how to describe this feeling... But it just feels really wierd. Everytime I look at my phone, I have to resist the urge to sms you. Everytime I see your name appear on the MSN window, I have to resist the temptation to double-click on your name. This is hard. But hopefully, I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110640929137172973?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110640929137172973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110640929137172973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/mixture-of-emotions.html' title='Mixture of emotions'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110632392681873369</id><published>2005-01-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:32:04.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hate</title><content type='html'>I sense a lot of spite, hatred, meaness, fiery and tense atmosphere around. Not that much revolved around &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, but still, I'm pretty affected by all that rubbish. But of course, plenty of love in the air as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gather it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; rather hard to be well liked by everyone, even the most perfect person would be hated because she's &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; perfect. Much less those who're far from perfect! I recall 13months ago, I hated a particular girl. It was sort of a gut hatred, no particular reason or specific explanation, just pure distaste. And needless to say, I'm sure she hated me with as much disdain. Imagine how much I &lt;strong&gt;cringed&lt;/strong&gt; when I knew I was in the same class as her! For the first one or two weeks in school, I delibrately tried to avoid her at all costs, but it was exceptionally hard because we happened to take the same bus to school everyday. How fate loved to play games with us! And then one day I decided to say a small "hi" to her when I see her on the bus, after all, it doesn't make sense to be enemies for two whole years! That "hi" did miracles. From that day onwards, we got to know each other better and we realised that "hey, she's not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; bad after all!" And guess what, she's my beloved twin now. Everyone have their shortcomings, but it is for nobody to judge unless you know them personally. Hate is blind, but having one friend is better than one enemy right? You never know who hates you, but you know for sure who loves you. So forget the hatred and count your blessings instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dear twin Suwan&lt;/strong&gt;: We've came a long way from mutual dislike to being close twins. Both of us have our shortcomings, thank you for tolerating mine and accepting me for who I am. Just want you to know that I'll do the same for you (unless you get TOO irritable. Haha. Just joking!) and if you count your blessings, you must count me as number 1 hor! Oh wait, I know it's &lt;em&gt;impossible&lt;/em&gt;. Fine, number 2 will do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, long entry already and I've still got plenty to spew. Enough about spite and hatred and unhappy stuff. Let's move on to happier stuff, of love and dance! Well, the two goes hand in hand, so don't expect some soppy, love-dovey entry. It's going to be all about dance rather. (: Am I glad Raj &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally seriously started on SYF! It's a good thing he works fast, so we've already completed about 1 minute. In 2 hours. Quite a feat, no? From that mere 2 hours, I've accumulated a huge bruise on my knee and my arms hurt from being lifted so many times. But I still look forward to dance, ain't I morbid? The sacrifices are worth it, because Fearlessly Feminine is fantastic (alliteration! Lol.). No spoilers here, just keep your eyes wide open for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats all, should be going to sleep soon. Gotta wake up at 7 tomorrow for dance committee meeting. Nites world! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110632392681873369?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110632392681873369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110632392681873369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-and-hate.html' title='Love and Hate'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110587865807299947</id><published>2005-01-16T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:35:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to finally update after a long hibernation. Hee. I'm feeling darn guilty now because of a few reasons - some of which I simply &lt;em&gt;refuse&lt;/em&gt; to acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dieting plan is doing down the drain. And it's all my mum's fault. Went New Year shopping today and walked to at least 10 thousand places, with absolutely NO results. Zilch. And because we ended up dead tired, we decided to pig out in Taka - which was such a bad idea. I ended up gobbling down a plate of Jap noodles, a &lt;strong&gt;TRIPLE&lt;/strong&gt;-scoop &lt;u&gt;Venezia&lt;/u&gt; ice-cream (absolutely heavenly) and 1/4 of a popiah (mum-sy dear ate the rest). All thanks to my mum who voluntarily paid for all my expenses which was why I ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the &lt;s&gt;heavenly&lt;/s&gt; heavy dinner I had, my breakfast and lunch were equally guilty. The only good news is I'm going to survive on healthy Mueslie cereal for the rest of the week. Hopefully I've got the determination to do so because I really, seriously, totally need to lose weight. Before you start scolding me and reprimanding me (stares at twin), you need to be empathetic - towards dear Vane and Reg. The two of them has to lift me up, like &lt;em&gt;all the way up&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;walk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in for the start of our SYF dance - fearlessly feminine. This is madness I tell you... to completely lift a 46kg elephant off the ground and WALK - jazz walk no less. I was half tempted to buy the Xando tablets to lose weight. But no, I'm not that desperate yet. So people, please stop asking me to stop dieting! Think of poor Vana and Reg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before I completely digress and talk about my dieting plans and stuff, let me get on to what I originally planned to talk about - stuff I'm feeling guilty about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dance auditions. I'm really surprised at the overwhelming response we have this year - 50+ sec 1s came to audition and lo and behold, a great deal of them were marvellous. I had a horribly hard time deciding on who to take and who not to, especially when faced with the dilemma of the technically fantastic and the passionate ones. Out of the 50 odd people who auditioned, I was only supposed to choose 15, but I bargained with Miss Yeo and stretched it to 18. But, it was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; not enough to me. There were simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; many people! Eventually, I confirmed about 21 (Miss Yeo's going to kill me!) but I doubt all of them will confirm with me by Mon. So those who don't... Too bad. I can at most submit 25 names to her, but out of the 25 only about 15-18 will be chosen. I feel really terribly guilty and bad towards those who came for the auditions, didn't make it but are really very keen to get in. But I really can't make the decision or stretch the quota any more. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm such a pro procrastinator! Gosh. Let me list down everything I've yet to do:&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese RAFT on Tsunami&lt;br /&gt;- CME project&lt;br /&gt;- Cultural Intelligence Journal&lt;br /&gt;- Kranji War Memorial Journal&lt;br /&gt;- Read up for Chemistry SPA&lt;br /&gt;- Read up for Physics SPA&lt;br /&gt;- English compre summary&lt;br /&gt;- Scour for dance music!!!! We need to find the music by Thurs, but actually I think Explosive is good enough. Hmmm. Think Raj's just biased lah. Haha. And I like explosive! It so fits with the Fearlessly Feminine theme. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me that I get whatever that's supposed to be done, done. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110587865807299947?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110587865807299947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110587865807299947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/guilt.html' title='Guilt!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110519055587440562</id><published>2005-01-08T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:13:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the trouble with love is...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the soppy title. But I really can't think think of something more suitable. I haven't blogged for quite some time due to obvious reasons - school. Back to school, back to work, back to the mundane hermit styled lives we live everyday. Been extremely busy for the past week, what with orientation performance, last minute dance, ballet, portfolios and what nots. But I feel strangely at ease and comfortable. I guess all the hustle and bustle has taken my mind off other matters - things better to forget and leave forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj finally started on SYF, I'm amazed at his procrastination skills and his ability to remain clam despite SYF Central Judging being on the April 3. At least now we'll have 3 practices instead of 2, Wed, Thurs and Sat. And I'm thinking of adding Mon occasionally, that is after he more or less finish up the piece. Dance is going to be pretty hectic cause he's planning another dance camp, an intensive one for SYF training. 2.5 days straight. Looking forward to it loads, though I guess I'll be pretty stressed up with school work still going on as usual. Nevermind, &lt;em&gt;dance&lt;/em&gt; will find a way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to blabber on and on about dance anymore or its going to bore everyone out. I suddenly had an epiphany, that nowadays we're taking love too easily. Some love for fun, some for wanting to be loved, some for the sake of loving and others for God knows what reasons. This was an intresting conversation that took place between me and my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: So you're thinking of marrying him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crazy arh? I'm only 16... Marriage is so far away lor, think about it so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: If you don't have marriage in mind, then stead for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... But... But.. Marriage really too far liao, think so far ahead for what? The future is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Then you go into a relationship for what? Especially when you're so young... In the end only end up in a break up, you think that's good? Don't you want a relationship that will last? Or you just want to play play for the experience only? If you're so sui2 bian4, what will your future potential husband think? A guy might choose a sui2 bian4 girl for a girlfriend, but no matter what, he'll marry one who he can live with forever - a girl with pin3 de2 [morals].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yar... But... (Speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really convinced by my dad, what he said does make sense. And besides, I'm really not sure I want to be bound by yet another responsibility, which in turn translates to troubles and less time for my studies and dance. This year is too crucial to me, Sec 4, SYF, dance production etc. Time is already limited, I don't need another party fighting my a part of my time. So, I'll leave it for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm learning to grow up, to see things with responsibility and consequences in mind. I'm no longer the girl who thinks that bu4 guan3 tian1 chang2 di4 jiu3, zhi3 yao4 ceng2 jing1 yong1 you3. I'm really growing up now, I can see the change in myself. But whether it's good or bad - I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110519055587440562?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110519055587440562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110519055587440562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-trouble-with-love-is.html' title='And the trouble with love is...'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110457341409382170</id><published>2005-01-01T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:56:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! It's 2005 now and a new year means a new beginning right? YES! And my first resolution of the year is... COMPLETE MY ENGLISH PORTFOLIO. Which currently has 3 reflections, 2 ERPs and 2 Self evaluation missing. And so, before I fall deeper into the helpless abyss of doom, I'll try my best to redeem myself by going to do it NOW (after my lunch-dinner that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, photos are up. I won't tell you where they are! =D Try exploring around and you'll see them. Unless, you're really dumb. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz everyone! And to everyone who loves me, I LOVE YOU TOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110457341409382170?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110457341409382170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110457341409382170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005.html' title='2005'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110432418111121534</id><published>2004-12-29T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:43:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancers</title><content type='html'>Was the previous entry too sombre? Well, this entry is going to be more light hearted I guess, but boring if you're not a dancer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how much dance means to me, in short - everything. No, I'm not exaggerating. I simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; imagine my life without dance, it'll be so empty, so meaningless. Through dance, I've learnt many things I can never learn in classrooms, I've discovered a passion inside me so strong that startles me and most of all, I've found people who share this same passion as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My juniors are really the greatest people on earth, especially the Sec 1s. It amazes me how close I am with some of them, they're genuinely the sweetest batch of juniors one can have. You guys have done so much for me, supported me, being there for me and simply, loving me. And so I was wondering what I can do for you... I guess the best I can do is to give you all comments based on my observations and so you guys can improve. I suppose that's the best thing I can give you all, the passion for dance and how to improve in dance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting in no specific order, and if you aren't mentioned it doesn't mean you're not important, its either I didn't really notice you or I'm too lazy to write any longer. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fel dear] Like Chit says, a "very good dancer". But as I told Chit, I feel that there aren't any &lt;em&gt;exceptional&lt;/em&gt; dancers. True, there are good dancers but to be exceptional, you have to be good in all areas. Flexibility, technique, expression, versatility, confidence and style. The most important factor lacking in you is your confidence and style. You seem to be always in your safety zone, which can be dangerous. Try to go the extra mile and do something daring. So what if you fall? Just get up again! Also, you can try to make yourself look "bigger" by extending your lines cause you aren't exactly very big sized in the first place so you need to rely on your actions to make you stand out. Keep working and I'm sure you have the potential to be an exceptional dancer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chit sweetie] You're a very flexible dancer and your technique is pretty good but as I've said (a million and one times) you tend to fling yourself when you are to engrossed. You have naturaly long and skinny limbs, so when you fling them, you look very awkward and stiff. Try to be more composed and use more grace. You're also one of those with alot of potential, try not to be so "jumpy" and "flingy", be more composed and graceful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I'm already tired of continuing. How? Still got a lot of things to say. Haha. I'll continue next time. If you want me to comment about you, leave me a tag okay? Then maybe I can observe you next time and make better judgements. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stop here for now. Keep the passion for dance burning... Always. Jia You people for performance on 31st!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110432418111121534?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110432418111121534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110432418111121534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/dancers.html' title='Dancers'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110414832971328389</id><published>2004-12-27T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:23:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>"Gahh. School's reopening in 1 weeks time."&lt;br /&gt;"My life sux."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm broke."&lt;br /&gt;"I hate my life."&lt;br /&gt;Laments that can't get any more common. Yes, we whine and complain about everything in life that we aren't satisfied of. And yes, I was one of them too. But it never striked me that life is much more beautiful than we really think it is, we're in fact much more blessed than we think we are. If only we can step back and look at it from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be:&lt;br /&gt;57 Asians&lt;br /&gt;21 Europeans&lt;br /&gt;14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south&lt;br /&gt;8 Africans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 would be female&lt;br /&gt;48 would be male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-white&lt;br /&gt;30 would be white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-Christian&lt;br /&gt;30 would be Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 would be heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;11 would be homosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 would live in substandard housing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 would be unable to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 would suffer from malnutrition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 would own a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is also something to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up this morning with more health than illness... you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation. You are ahead of 500 million people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death... you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep... you are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents are still alive and still married ... you are very rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said: What goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work like you don't need the money.&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Dance like no-one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;Sing like no-one's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's Heaven on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think we're all awfully lucky and blessed? It's hard to appreciate life when you're too engrossed in it, so if you'll just take a step back and look at it from a whole new perspective, you'll realise that you are really very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is it that marks my life different from others? Take the victims in the recent Indonesia earthquake, they're no different from us. They have their family, their story, their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The only difference perhaps is that they happened, unfortunately, to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. 20,000 over lives taken away mercilessly - imagine their families, their friends - the people who loved them. Imagine the families of the missing people, living each day in fear, hoping fervently that their loved ones will walk home unscathed yet knowing, deep down in their hearts, that hope is dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was christmas, a season for joy and fun but the disaster rendered everyone in terror and shock. It could have been anyone, you or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live today like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell those you love that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say sorry to those you've hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank those who've helped you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you may never have a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110414832971328389?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110414832971328389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110414832971328389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110389961147104307</id><published>2004-12-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T22:46:51.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Camp!</title><content type='html'>I'm aching all over now, and I've got blisters on my feet so it hurts even when I walk. But nothing hurts more than knowing its all over now. Weeks of preparation resulted in a perfect [or almost] camp that even Mr.Raj had nothing but praises for, and it was wonderful to see all the hard work pay off. Ok, lets stop this melancholy, or I'm going to tear again. Haha. Some pictures for you all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4wgw" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice breakers on the first day of camp. I was so scared it'll turn out to be boring and stuff but it was far from it. Everyone was enthusiastic and hyper, and we all had so much fun playing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z50uc" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to work in groups throughout the camp and this was one of them - Embers! Not my group though! Mine was exotique! Doesn't the name sound oh-so-sophisticated? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4x3a" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another group - Flame. Couldn't capture everyone and I apologise if you look weird inside. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4xu9" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Funky Fungi! Such a funky name, no? You know why they're called that? Because our dear Regina is in that group! [It's a compliment dear, you're funky!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no photos of exotique because its my camera, so how can I take photos of myself? We danced an average of about 8 hours everyday and we all ended up half dead, but alot of people improved through the intensive dancing. During the 2 days, we learnt 2 full length dance routines, and 4 dance styles. So it was really quite rush and for the dance styles, we only did once with Mr. Raj then we had to remember the steps and dance by ourselves. Nonetheless, it was fun and enjoyable. I cried at the end of the second day after Mr Raj's and Miss Yeo's "speech". Ok! I will not make myself sad all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dance Celebration today turned out better than expected, and everyone was all hyped up and enthusiastic. More photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4y29" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancers with Mr. Raj after the Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4zll" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Jolene with Mr. Raj and 2 of the assistants - Andrew and Mike. They're from ACJC and Mike's the one in red. [I realised the previous sentence doesn't link but nevermind! Haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone exchanged xmas presents after the party! I got so many presents! Whee! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4zs0" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute little doll from &lt;strong&gt;Chit Yin&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4ztv" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool shades from &lt;strong&gt;Felicia&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Li Ping&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z4zzq" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructors got the committee members a little something too! According to Mr. Raj, it's supposed to symbolise their heart. Awww. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z501x" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fluffy pink heart cushion from &lt;strong&gt;Marianne&lt;/strong&gt; dear! I love it! It's so... Me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z506g" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Body Shop lip balm from my "angel" - &lt;strong&gt;Marlene&lt;/strong&gt;! I've been wanting it since forever, she can read my mind! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the presents, it's time for a bit "hao lian-ing"! Haha. I'm really proud of my group, we won both the group awards! :D I'm sure Shing Yu [our assistant instructor] will be proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z507m" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the nice nice certificate we got for winning the dance competition? Cool isn't it? I didn't get the "Best Overall Group" certificate because there was 1 less and since I was the one who printed the certificates, I can always print another one for myself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z509j" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I received the Best Participant Award. Quite unexpected actually because frankly speaking I thought that I'll get one of the Best Attitude Awards but oh well, Best Participant is good too! :D Congrats to Marianne for winning the Most Improved Dancer, and Elizabeth and Sharon for clinching the Best Attitude Dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/z50ed" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least, the awesome badges Sharon made for us. I love it to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're lots more photos but I'm too lazy to upload them, and I filmed down the entire Dance Celebration. I'll go and watch it later! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110389961147104307?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110389961147104307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110389961147104307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/dance-camp.html' title='Dance Camp!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110355614412999872</id><published>2004-12-20T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:04:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Camp and what nots</title><content type='html'>I was halfway through this angst filled, completely indignant entry when my mum called me away to do something. Now, I don't feel like completing it anymore because I'm feeling terribly jaded. I've no idea why I'm in such a "ya ya" mood because my day started out mighty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was dance. Yes I know it's a Monday but nice, oops I mean kind, me decided to forgo one day of my holiday to go back and coach the juniors. Ain't I great? (: ["Ya ya.. And not to forget ego!"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was after dance, when we lazed around in the dance studio and, basically, bitched. It feels good to know that you're not alone in the world with a knife against someone. Don't you dare say I'm mean, I've warned you already that I can be bitchy. It started out with some pure and innocent senior-to-junior advices which turned into not-so-pure-and-innocent bitching. Haha. Nonetheless, it was terribly fun and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas woe shalt not behold thee for thou hath gotten thy xmas presents! [I know the 'gotten' is extrememly out of place. lol] Muahahaha. Pardon me for whatever mistakes there were in that chunk of made-up Shakespearean sentence. I don't even know whether it makes sense! But anyway smart me has came up with a brilliant idea for xmas presents! [Chit, shhhh, keep mum about it okay? :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to dance camp, and &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; have to wake up at 5.45am. &lt;strong&gt;No,&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; have to reach school by 7 am. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; get to go home only at 8 pm. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, we're &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to have to learn 4 dances in 2 days. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, we're &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to have to choreograph a dance in 7.5hrs. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, it is so &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to be fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s If you're left scratching your head after reading the above paragraph or think &lt;em&gt;"phew, I'm &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; lucky I'm not going for dance camp"&lt;/em&gt;, go and knock your head on the wall. The world will be a much better place without dumb people. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110355614412999872?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110355614412999872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110355614412999872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/dance-camp-and-what-nots.html' title='Dance Camp and what nots'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110345324100649163</id><published>2004-12-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:07:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents!</title><content type='html'>I'm staring at Yanting's nick and trying not to panic. "countdown 6 days!!" Yes, xmas is here! *Feigns excitement* Why am I not excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I HAVENT DONE MY XMAS SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see raised eyebrows and "so?" looks. The catch is I have dance camp from Wed to Fri, which is xmas eve. And the camp is a full day camp - which means either I get it done by Tuesday or everyone can forget about getting a xmas present from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with me not getting presents for everyone is that I've been getting presents and I'll feel really bad about not getting presents for you guys. Anyway, here's some photos of the lovely stuff I've received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/xskgi" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a really sweet ceramic heart HuiJin made during her attachment program in Shanghai. She's such a lovely dear. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/xskmd" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear Fel bought me this nice rice-necklace when she went to China. No, it's not a necklace made of rice. It has a rice in it, with my name written on it. Awfully sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/xskr4" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Vane was in Thailand, she didn't forget me! I'm soo unforgettable. Muahaha. Everyone loves me. :D The painting on the pencil holder is so intricate! Totally beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're more presents, like the angel pin and nougats Jolene bought from Australia. I can't take a photo of it cause the nougats were in this small cute glass bottle and since I've finished the nougats, no point taking a photo of the empty bottle right? Hee. I'm such a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I find it extremely weird that my favourite colour is red or pink and my room is so.... Blue. Not convinced? I'll show you prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/xskuc" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my bed! Ahhh, doesn't it just remind you of sweet and flowery dreams? LoL. But I just bought a new bed sheet set today. Unfortunately, its still blue. -.-" And if you're slightly more observant, you'll realise why I HAVE to choose a blue one. [For those who aren't observant enough, my wall is blue! Can you imagine how clashing if my bed was say.. Red?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/xsm6s" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see! My stereo's blue too! And if you peer a little closer, the little candleholder above my stereo is... *drum rolls* BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm destined to live in blue-ness until the day I get my walls repainted and buy a new stereo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110345324100649163?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110345324100649163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110345324100649163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/presents.html' title='Presents!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110336039992264973</id><published>2004-12-18T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:21:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchy me!</title><content type='html'>Doesn't this template just makes you go "uhhhhh" and cause your jaw to drop onto the floor? It's surprising how one minute you saw a white-and-pink, sweet, lovely and innocent template, and *poof* now its.. *Gasp* so bitchy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can be quite a bitch sometimes, especially if you know me well. But come to think of it, who haven't for once, bitched about someone or something in their lives? So in that sense, all of us are bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, I'm really nice [if I do say so myself] but some things or more commonly - someone infuriates me so much I just have to bitch about it! Being the usual nice person I am, people don't usually see me as a bitch. But I think somewhere within me, there's actually a small part that &lt;strong&gt;wants&lt;/strong&gt; to be bitchy. Weird, no? I'm sure most people would rather be all sweet and nice than bitchy, but don't you think nice is a tad too… Boring? Hmmm, now I see sceptical looks on some of your faces. Now, let's consider the following scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Hi! You look so pretty today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice and sweet girl: Oh really? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Yea! That blouse looks great on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASG: Oh really? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: You have really good fashion sense. I wish I were like you... My fashion sense sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASG: Oh really? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that might be a little too extreme, but you get the gist. I find nice people boring and it seems like they've got no personality at all! They nod their heads to everything you say, they compliment you even when you look like you just escaped a hurricane and well, they basically exists just to be flower vases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note I'm not saying nice is bad, I'm just saying been all sweet and nice is bad. You need a bit of mean streak, some attitude, personality and preferably mildly-bitchy. Wait, aren't I describing myself? That's right, you've got it! I can be rather mean at times if you really get into my "condemned-to-hell" book, I can give you really tough time with my obstinate attitude too. I like my personality, including the mean and bitchy bits, just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like me despite my attitude, congratulations – you have a high tolerance level. If you don’t, congratulations too – you’re one other feisty bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, if anyone dares to say I’m nice, I’ll personally strangle you. Be more creative, I’m sure your vocabulary consists of more than just 1 word. And oh, if I ever say anyone is nice, slap me. [Unless, you’ll really too boring to be called anything else, then it isn’t my fault.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s I intended to blog much longer but I guess I shouldn’t appear too supportive of bitches, or I might just get stoned to death when I go out one of these days. And dwelling too much on one topic isn’t exactly what I’ll term as interesting. So that’s all for today! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110336039992264973?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110336039992264973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110336039992264973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/bitchy-me.html' title='Bitchy me!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110329704421756625</id><published>2004-12-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:23:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Change!</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel like I'm blogging for myself these days? Hmmm. Ah well, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my blog after all and I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; supposed to be blogging for myself. But it just feels weird to be writing for nobody in particular... So leave a tag if you do come here okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at some of my past entries, I almost gasped in horror. The change in my writing style, and more importantly - in me, is evident. I used to blog like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"i had breakfast today yada yada yada yada den i went for dance lor. yada yada yada yada ms. chan taught us this dance today damn tiring leh yada yada yada yada dance until i wanna die alreadi. yada yada yada yada then still haf to go for ballet. after that i went home lor yada yada."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the erm, atrocious grammar, usage of short forms etc. I'm not saying it is wrong or anything, in fact I do see a lot of people blogging in the above format. And trust me, that's not the worst. But don't you think it's time to grow up? Yes, it is a &lt;strong&gt;BLOG&lt;/strong&gt; after all, it's &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to be informal. I still do use short forms like 'u' for you and stuff, but I think things like "alreadi" for "already" is ridiculous! It's not even shortened! How many letters does "alreadi" have? 6. And how about "already"? Doh. It's excusable to be using short forms that effectively makes writing less tedious, but for those "oh-i-just-wanna-act-cute-cause-'i'-looks-cuter-than-'y'" kind of short forms - please, it's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know there'll be people sniggering, "Now, what makes you so mature that you can judge others? You yourself so act cute act innocent [refer to anoymous's tag] lor. What makes you think you're so good eh? Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response, "I didn't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never for once said I was mature or I was judging anyone. In fact, if you scroll up a bit to read the post I spoofed - it was my &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; entry. Yes, so even if I was judging anyone, I was judging myself. Anything wrong with that? And whatever comments I made regarding atrocious grammars and the likes, it's my own personal opinion. I can air it in my own blog, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my old writing style. Let's say you've managed to actually read the whole thing despite the litter of unbearable English. Oh wait, it isn't even English. Anyway, if you've managed to actually read the whole thing, let me applaud you. I'm surprised you managed to stay awake, I wish I was like you. Now, who in the right frame of mind would want to know whether &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; had breakfast, what happened in dance and how freaking tired &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was? Even I myself can't be bothered. It just makes me think... Did I really lead such a pathetic life, or rather no life at all? Or was I just blabbering the non-quintessential nitty-gritty stuff for my own pleasure? Whatever it is, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;horrible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's move on to the stage of slightly better, but still bad, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Im feeling damn pissed. yada yada yada yada. Wtf is wrong with this world?!? I'M PISSED. DAMNED FREAKING PISSED. yada yada yada yada [more about being, basically, pissed]"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate those kind of entries? I, myself was freaking pissed after reading entries like that because I have no freaking idea what made me so freaking pissed! -.-" Yay! So I actually blogged for nothing except to tell the whole world I was pissed but not indicating what made me pissed. Great. What an interesting entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, there'll be people who blog in similar ways as mentioned above getting freaking pissed at me. Well, I'm going to repeat myself again then. I was criticizing &lt;strong&gt;my own&lt;/strong&gt; entry. Any problems with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing how horrendous my past "blogging life" has been, I have decided to turn over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will blog in proper English and only use abbreviations duly&lt;br /&gt;2. I will rather not blog than blog about dull-monotonous-no-life life.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will make my blog as interesting as possible, if not for anyone else, for myself.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will be an intellectual blogger, instead of a bimbo one&lt;br /&gt;5. I will be prepared to receive negative feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s If you find this entry uncannily similar in style to a particular blog, hmmm... Something for you to think about. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110329704421756625?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110329704421756625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110329704421756625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/change.html' title='the Change!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110311064938339794</id><published>2004-12-15T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:04:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue - WEP</title><content type='html'>Ok! I'm back! For a while I guess. Haha. I know this is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; outdated - &lt;strong&gt;Work Exprience Program&lt;/strong&gt;. But well, I was darn lazy and only got all my photos uploaded and sorted out recently. Kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of camer-whore... And be patient while the photos load ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img137.exs.cx/img137/5445/lagunalogo3jj.gif" width="164" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I worked for 2 weeks! Laguna National Golf County Club. Haha. It's just a stupid logo lar. Didn't manage to take a photo of the actual sign cause it was too far out and I couldn't be bothered to walk all the way there just to take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the following photos, please click on thumbnails to open a bigger one. Cause the freaking photos are gigatic and if I shrink them you can't see anything. So either be contented with the thumbnails or &lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt; on them. Don't be lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.exs.cx/img150/75/scenary3gi.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at Lake's Cafe, which is an open air cafe. The scenary is breath taking, no? Ok. I'm exaggerating. I've got another photo of the scenary, should I post it? Eh, I guess not. More interesting photos to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.exs.cx/img150/1016/mechairul1zj.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Mr. Chairul, my manager! He's got an &lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt; stack of resumes! He worked in &lt;strong&gt;Raffles Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ritz Carlton&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Fullerton&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;overseas hotels&lt;/strong&gt; before he was transferred to work as a manager at Lake's. Pro right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.exs.cx/img150/8808/mewilliam9ye.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, assistant manager, and &lt;em&gt;yours truely&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshh. I've got too many photos to post already leh. How? I don't post all can? Haha. I'll just post the interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.exs.cx/img150/3140/meveron8bq.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Veronica. Eeew, the pic is damn dark but you still see her right? I was freaking scared of her at first but she turned out to be super nice. You can't judge a book by its cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.exs.cx/img150/5950/mealan6wt.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KNOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you guys want to see how the reknowned Alan looks like. Well, thats him beside me. Wait arh, show you guys a photo where he looks cuter. Haha. This one looks abit funny.. And he doesn't look half as shuai as he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.exs.cx/img150/7749/alan5ph.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! That's Alan-the-shuai-ge! Haha. Doesn't he look like Edison Chen here? Only 1 glitch, he's short. Shhh, don't tell him I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img149.exs.cx/img149/8636/measia8ai.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Asia, no its not pronounced as Asia in Southeast Asia, its Ah-see-ah. She's chio! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all had enough of me? I'm sure not, so 1 more to wrap up the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.exs.cx/img150/401/vineyard0lm.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me with the crew at Vineyard. No, I don't work there, Yinghui does. So we decided to take a photo together. the *ahem* coquettish girl in white [oh wait, I realised &lt;em&gt;everyone's&lt;/em&gt; wearing white. Nono, I'm wearing cream if you look carefully. Haha] is darling Yinghui. Shhh, don't tell her that too! Oh shucks, she knows my blog. Haha. Oh well, don't worry, she's not usually like that. Oh wait, she is. Sorry Yinghui! :D The chio "china doll look alike" is Jane! And the other is Helen. No, not Helen Huang. I've no idea what Auntie Helen's surname is, after all, I don't work there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nice! Gave you all such a feast for the eyes! (: Look out for more! I've still got tonnes of photos to upload! E.g. those I took when I went to Padang to watch Sly and Taufik (woo, I hear alot of excited shrills). Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110311064938339794?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110311064938339794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110311064938339794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/long-overdue-wep.html' title='Long overdue - WEP'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110234634906376301</id><published>2004-12-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:04:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Uh. The previous entry sparked off a series of debates and sadly, I seem to be the only one supporting Sly. But it's okayy. (: I still support him no matter what others say. Anyway, enough about that.. The debates are getting real childish and hopefully they'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna upload the photos I took during my work experience program soon! (: And I think I'll be on hiatus for a while. Haha. I know its wierd cause it's the hols and everyone is intensive blogging, yet here I am going to stop blogging. Don't ask me why.. I just don't feel like blogging for a while. Ciaoz! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110234634906376301?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110234634906376301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110234634906376301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110199670550817046</id><published>2004-12-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:05:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol Hype</title><content type='html'>Taufik won and is crowned the first Singapore Idol. But guess what? The real winner is Sly. Read the new paper and you'll know why. In case you didn't get a chance to read it, I'll summerise it for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being the winner, Taufik has a 1 year contract with Sony-BMG. And well, Sly was offered a 1 year contract by Sony-BMG too! And both of them gets a 3 year management contract with Artiste Network. So, that makes the "prize" equal, which means that Taufik just gets a &lt;em&gt;title&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. World Idol is scraped, so there's no chance for Taufik to compete in it for Singapore. Now, there's really no difference between Taufik and Sly since competing in World Idol was one of the "prize" of winning Singapore Idol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Both Taufik and Sony-BMG said that his future plans needs to be discussed and is"sketchy" whereas Sly's pop career is much more certain, he is heading towards Mandopop. Managing director of Sony-BMG said "After hearing him sing Jay Chou's An Jing, it's a no-brainer." Although Taufik's the winner, but Sly's future plans are better mapped out with him going a long long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. [Quoted from the papers]"Even before the final, industry experts hard forecast a brighter future for Sylvester because of his Ah Beng appeal and Mandopop platform that could propel him beyond our shores"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Face it. After the whole SI hype has died down, the person who can still survive is the real winner. Singapore has a better record of producing good Mandopop singers than English pop singers. Hmmm. Was there even an English pop singer from S'pore that went international? Whereas for Sly, he can go into the Taiwan, China and Hongkong market. We'll let the sales figures tell the story. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes! Sly did brilliantly in the SI finals. His rendition of "&lt;em&gt;I Dream&lt;/em&gt;" was so beautiful.. It totally melted my heart and I was left speechless, moved and shaken by his song. Taufik sang it well too, but what make Sly different was he sang with such sincerity, emotions and feelings, I felt I was hearing him sing it live! And his &lt;strong&gt;charms&lt;/strong&gt;, he definitely knows how to work the crowd. When I watched him perform on the stage, it was like he's performing in his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;own concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - working the audience like magic! I believe Sly will go a long way.. He's an &lt;strong&gt;idol&lt;/strong&gt; while taufik is just a good singer. (:&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/6689830-110199670550817046?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110199670550817046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110199670550817046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/singapore-idol-hype.html' title='Singapore Idol Hype'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110180676908926425</id><published>2004-11-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:05:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead [tired]</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired now. Oh goshhh. Walked from Little India (don't ask me what I was doing there) all the way to City Hall, Marina, Raffles Place. Practically combed that area of Singapore today. Haha. I realised how unfamiliar I am with Singapore! xP Walking so much makes me hell tired. And I'm going for ballet in 30mins time (when all I wanna do now is to sleep!). Oh, did I mention I woke up at the unearthly hour - 7am today? And so many people's sick!! Goshhh! Get well soon kay? Being sick sux, so everyone take care! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110180676908926425?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110180676908926425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110180676908926425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/dead-tired.html' title='Dead [tired]'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110155760241057529</id><published>2004-11-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:06:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodyyy</title><content type='html'>Darn. My mood is so easily swayed. By seemingly small and insignificant things.. Yet, they affect me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me fall into the abyss again. Don't let me make the same mistakes again. Don't let my dreams be dashed again. Don't let this happen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a wierd person. Sometimes I need lots of love and care, I need to be showered with attention, I need to feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanted, needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet other times, I want to be left alone, I want to be on my own, I want my own &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging on a pendulum, swinging up and down, up and down. One moment, I'm on high, feeling the world sway under my feet with to the rhythm of my beat. The next moment I'm clutching on to hope dangling on a breakable thread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be reassured constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need... You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110155760241057529?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110155760241057529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110155760241057529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/moodyyy.html' title='Moodyyy'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110121973433288791</id><published>2004-11-23T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:07:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fairytale (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Fairytale...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the most... magical day. It's hard to describe how everything happened, it's just too... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fairytale-ish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for words, it's almost like a dream and I'm half scared that I'll wake up from this beautiful dream and realise none of it is true. Went out with huijin today. Don't misunderstand, I missed her and enjoyed going out with her, but the truely fantastic part wasn't because of her, though she was lucky enough to witness it. (: I was half grumbling when I met her and she told me "it might be a blessing in disguise" - it sure turned out to be a big blessing and a wonderful surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mixed Feelings...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain all the feelings that ran through me in the past 12 hours? From &lt;strong&gt;regret&lt;/strong&gt; (I was kicking myself for being such a.. &lt;em&gt;good friend&lt;/em&gt; when I reached Bugis), to &lt;strong&gt;nervousness and anxiety&lt;/strong&gt; (It was my first time.. And did I mention I don't like waiting for important answers?), to being damn &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;pleasantly shocked&lt;/strong&gt;, followed by &lt;strong&gt;pounding heart&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;acceptance&lt;/strong&gt; and a tinge of &lt;strong&gt;sadness&lt;/strong&gt; that miracles &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; happen, eventually to sheer &lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;exhilaration&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ballet, I went through a 180 degree change, I suddenly felt &lt;strong&gt;nonchalent&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jaded&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;emotionless&lt;/strong&gt; - like everything was just a dream and I had to wake up. But this feeling didn't last, I realised (because of certain reassuring words) that this is &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; a dream, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's happening to me. I got lost in that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;euphoric&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;un-earthly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fairy-tale Ending...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened today was too unbelievable for words, I thought it could only be found in drama serials or fairytales. Even the last missing piece was put into place... My fairytale is complete, with a fairytale ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it was just for one day, just today, I'm happy enough. The future is uncertain.. Unpredictable. But just for one day, I got lost in this dream-like, surreal reality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23.11.04 - When my fairytale came true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110121973433288791?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110121973433288791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110121973433288791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-fairytale.html' title='My Fairytale (:'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110102915369008023</id><published>2004-11-21T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:08:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEP-sick</title><content type='html'>I still feel guilty and mean and bad and everything, but guess "time will wash everything away" (quote by the famous yanting). When I first started work, I felt that time passed damn slowly. The first few days were sheer torture and I was cringing at how I had to endure 14 days! But now, it's all over and I can't help but miss those days when I woke up early in the morning to rush to Simei (which is damn far from my house), I can't help but miss everyone whom I've worked with and helped me, I can't help but miss those days when I stood for 8 hours and go home half dead. It's wierd how we only learn to treasure things after we lose them. Still remember on friday, the last day of work, when I was going home at 10+ and I was sitting on the ledge waiting for the staff bus, I teared. Everything that happened in the past few days (especially thurs and fri) flashed past my eyes, and I can't help but crying. So fast. From the first day when I was introduced to the crew of Lake's Cafe, to the last "take care" Alan said to me. I miss everyone at Lake's. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110102915369008023?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110102915369008023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110102915369008023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/wep-sick.html' title='WEP-sick'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110079216137837860</id><published>2004-11-18T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:09:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sirs/Mdms with Love</title><content type='html'>My previous list of people I wanna thank is incomprehensive. Haha. So here's another list! (:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chairul [manager]&lt;br /&gt;Mr. William [assistant manager]&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn [supervisor]&lt;br /&gt;Michael [senior captain]&lt;br /&gt;Zach [senior captain]&lt;br /&gt;Veron, Joanne, Sara, Sok Guat, Jia Pei, Omar, Gabriel, Asia, Pamela, Steph, Bernard, Charlie [collegues]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention goes to...&lt;br /&gt;Alan - Guess I don't need to say anything much eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Kheng - Always niaoing me and suaning me about washing the glasses. Then always come to the bar to disturb me. Tsktsk. Haha. But he's a fun and nice guy lar.&lt;br /&gt;Chris - Bubbly and cheerful girl who can talk with me for ages. Haha. Guess we can click quite well.&lt;br /&gt;Winnie - Junior captain at Lake's who's always there to help me if I need. She's very friendly, helpful, kind, caring and almost motherly. Haha. I'll have been so lost without her.&lt;br /&gt;James - The crappy and spastic chief chef whom nobody-except-me dares to scold. Haha. I always niao him then he say nobody, even his boss, don't dare to say that to him lor. Haha. But he's always smiling when he says that so I think he kindda likes being niaoed. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110079216137837860?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110079216137837860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110079216137837860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-sirsmdms-with-love.html' title='To Sirs/Mdms with Love'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110035879410131527</id><published>2004-11-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:10:46.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Thursday xD</title><content type='html'>4 more days to thursday! 3 more working days! =D Stupid KAREN XU YINGHUI tricked me and scared me to death. She lied to me saying that Mr. Kuo was going to pull us out of WEP and we don't have to go for work anymore. I was so freaked out cause I MUST MUST go on thrus and fri. How can I not go on thurs and fri? =D Luckily it was a lie, or I'd have died of heart attack on the spot. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairul, William, Jocelyn, Veron, Chris, Sok Guat, Jia Pei, Steph, Winnie, Michael, Zack, Gabriel, Omar, Asia, James, Bernard, ALAN. I'll miss all of them after the 2+ weeks of working at Lake's Cafe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-110035879410131527?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110035879410131527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110035879410131527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/special-thursday-xd.html' title='Special Thursday xD'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-110000958113815757</id><published>2004-11-09T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:11:39.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEP - Part II</title><content type='html'>I've being working for 6 days already. And these 6 days felt like eternity, so long yet over so soon. I can't summerise everything that happened, everything that I've learnt throughout these 6 days because there's simply too much to be said. I've made lots of new friends, Winnie, Chris, Sok Guat, Sara, Joanne, Steph, Omar, Bernard, James, Michael, William, Chairul and ALAN! Hmmm, lets see the people who've being my partners for the past 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (bar): Sara. She's really funny and cute and taught me alot alot of things about handling the bar. But the I only started work in the afternoon so I didn't learn alot, basically just where the drinks are, how to prepare and wash the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 (bar): Bernard. He's a typical Mr. Nice. Haha. Didn't make me do anything too tedious or physical, like carrying the ice. Everything he do, all I did was to.. Wash more glasses. xP Washed like 300+ glasses in one day. I'm becoming a glass washing machine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 (bar): Sok Guat. Ooo, the damn hardworking and very "teacher-ish"! There wasn't any moment of idle when I worked with her. Take stock, up stock, check stock, mop floor, clean the place, arrange the drinks, refill ice, cut lemon, refill coffee, add water etc etc. I did basically EVERYTHING there can be done in the bar and I really learnt alot of things under her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 (bar): *cant-rem-wads-her-name* sorry!! Cause she hardly talked and I didn't have time to look at her name tag so I can't remember her name. xP After 3 days of washing glasses, I was really sick of it so she washed all the glasses. Haha. And I just handled the orders, prepared the drinks etc. Which is alot more fun than just washing glasses. Bleah. I feel guilty. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 (waitress): Steph. She's the first person who gave me a menu breakdown, taught me how to take orders, the procedures, where the different order chits goes to etc. I asked her lots of questions and started my first day of waitressing, of course with the help of the other co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 (waitress): ALAN!! He totally rocks. Haha. He's like a big brother to me. He's damn funny, lame, corny, crappy and yet, he's the nicest person. If I've to start talking about him, this entry will run into a 10,000 word essay. LoL. So i'll keep it short, he's super nice to me and I talked to him for a very long time today when I was sianing and folding paper napkins. Haha. He'll be on leave from tomorrow for 8 days. Awww. So sad! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else helped me alot, as in really alot alot. I'm beginning to be really attached to the peole at Lake's Cafe (that's where I work) and I'm considering doing part-time even after my WEP. Haha. I'll miss alan alot alot. Haha.&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/6689830-110000958113815757?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110000958113815757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/110000958113815757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/wep-part-ii.html' title='WEP - Part II'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109957214724252727</id><published>2004-11-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:12:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEP - Part I</title><content type='html'>Today was so tiring! Oh man, I had to stand for &lt;strong&gt;5hrs&lt;/strong&gt; straight without any rest. But it was super fun and enriching.. Learnt quite alot of stuff today. And I'm sucha fast learner *beams*! I could tend the entire bar alone! Whee~! It's not easy okayy. There's alot of things you have to learn and you must be fast yet meticulous at the same time, which really ain't easy. My manager rawks! He took me on a tour around the whole golf course in a buggie and it was wonderful~ The golf course is gigantic and we took 20mins to go around it, in a buggie! It was so cool, with the wind blowing at you and everything. Then it rained lar but we still drove on (cause we were in the middle of nowhere. Haha) then we stopped at this half-way station where some caucasion golfers were. They were staring at me with the bewildered look and I was feeling damn awkward lar, cause not used to being stared at. Haha. After that I turned to look at one of them and he smiled at me! Haha. So nice lor. Caucasions are more friendly than locals! Then while we were driving around the golf course, alot of the golfers smiled at me. (: So nice~! After that was slog slog slog work work work. Haha. My trainers were damn nice, they let me try alot of things then they even trusted me enough to leave the entire bar in my hands. Haha. Luckily I didn't mess things up. (: Think I did quite well lar. Fast and efficient. =D My manager says that if I perform well for the first few days, I can learn to take orders and serve customers. Yay! The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inccident that happened today was I scalded my hands while pouring hot barley. ): Awww. But its okay, at least I didn't spill anything on the customers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired now.. Going for work tomorrow from 11am-7pm. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109957214724252727?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109957214724252727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109957214724252727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/wep-part-i.html' title='WEP - Part I'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109940182348462235</id><published>2004-11-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:13:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's Back!</title><content type='html'>Mummy's back! Yay. Daddy remembered the wrong day and thought she'll be coming back tonight but actually is yesterday night. Haha. And she bought so many things for me. Whee. I feel so loved. And all the stuff are damn expensive cause it's in USD and the exchange rate is like 1 USD to 1.7 SGD. Oh well, she spent a bomb on this trip to US. I'm super happy today cause I've finally cleared everything up - just when things were getting awkward. I was feeling really awkward and so, smart me thought of a smart way to clear everything up. Now, I feel so relieved. (:&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It feels good. But somehow.. it feels wierd. I dunno.. Maybe something will happen. But right now, I don't know what that something is. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109940182348462235?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109940182348462235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109940182348462235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/mums-back.html' title='Mum&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109906042508869862</id><published>2004-10-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:13:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Holiday</title><content type='html'>The hols are here but there's no rest for me. Boo hoo. I'm packed to the brim in november with WEP, dance [SYF rehearsals], ballet [intensive exam trainings] and planned outings. There's already 3 chalets during the hols - 6J'02 chalet, 205'03 chalet, 301'04 chalet - and there's the dance camp from 27th nov to 29th nov. Let's see, this is probably going to be my schedule for the next few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/10 [sat] dance followed immediately by UWC visit. Which reminds me that we need to dance for the UWC people. It's bad enough there's probably only going to be 6+ dancers dancing, the worst is we've got less than half a day to prepare for it cause of my cca in the morning. Great. Think we'll have to use the last resort - class dance. Lala. Once again, the 301 class dance comes to the rescue! *superman music* Anyway, I'll probably reach home arnd 5+ then I'll go play badminton with my daddy. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/11 [mon] currently going to Sentosa for 'class' outing but it's not really confirmed cause quite alot of people can't make it. Hopefully it's still on then I'll play at Sentosa for the entire day.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/11 [tues] going for site visit at my work location - Laguna Country Club. Which is at *drumroll* east coast! *faints* FYI, I live in Clementi West, I'll probably take 2hrs++ everyday just to travel. What crap. But I hope its fun. After the site visit, I've got to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for ballet then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; home, bath and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the airport to pick my mum up. *faints of exhaustion* This is probably going to be my busiest day. And because of all the rushing around, I can't go and watch 2046 with yanting they all anymore. Boo hoo. Unfair! Sigh.. And I've got absolutely no free day for the next 2 weeks to catch a movie. Which means I can't watch 2046. Bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/11 [wed] dancee. After that I'm probably free but co people have cca for the whole day, which means nobody pei me to watch 2046! Bleah, I hate clashing schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/11 [thurs] I officially start work. Hmmm. Considering the place is at East Coast and if I'm let off at 6pm, I do't have time to go back home. So I'll have to go straight for ballet from east coast. Gosh. I can die from this kindda of exhaustion. I'll be working all the way till 20/11 and in between on every tues and thurs I'll have to rush for ballet. Hopefully I can take leave on wed and sat so that I can go for dance. Oh man, this kind of schedule is even busier than sch days. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 20/11, there's the dance camp from 26/11 to 29/11 and there's some lang/math/sci camp that I want to join which starts on the 29th. AH. I just realised, I forgot to take the form today. -.- Ahhh. I'll go take it tomorrow. Haha. I'm so forgetful. =X And then it's the 3 chalets with dance and ballet practises in between. What kind of holiday is this? Sighh. Haha. But it sure will be fulfilling. (: I'm tired. Off to practise the dance for a while before I hit the pillows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109906042508869862?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109906042508869862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109906042508869862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/hectic-holiday.html' title='Hectic Holiday'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109888020992000611</id><published>2004-10-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:14:28.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam Hype</title><content type='html'>I'm damn tired. Yawn~! Haha. Nowadays going to school equals to slacking. No no.. Equals to playing badminton, play cards, watch movie and read comics. =P Yanting is a badminton pro!! We rallied up to 62 today. So pro right? :D Then play bridge like crazy. Bridge is highly addictive! Watched a bit of Moulin Rouge then went back to playing bridge and reading Kindaichi. Hee. Fun dayy. Tmr is film festival, watch movies for the whole day. Diaoz. I'm super tired, gonna sleep early tonight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109888020992000611?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109888020992000611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109888020992000611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-exam-hype.html' title='Post-exam Hype'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109862730959773721</id><published>2004-10-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:15:22.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Mei [alliteration not intended]</title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt a sense of overwhelming nostalgia. The first person who came to my mind was mei. Mei, if you're reading this, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you lots!&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm not les. Just that you're the only one I've talked to for 5 hours straight, talked about everything under the sun (but mainly about dance). And you're one of the rare few who understands (or did you fake it? hmm. Haha) and really listens. Have anyone told you before that you're a great listener? Well, I'm telling you now that you're not only a great listener, you're a great friend and I really miss talking to you. Yea, I know it's inevitable that we'll drift apart now that we're in different classes, but it makes me wonder whether we did conscientiously try to stay in touch. Hmm. Maybe not, maybe everyone's too caught up in the buzz around them that they fail to see the &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; who's important to them. Now that the hols are coming, guess we'll have more time to catch up. (: So anyway, you'll one of those who are important to me, the kind of people who made an impact on me and change my life in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, an entire entry dedicated to tan mei ling! You better be honoured okayys. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109862730959773721?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109862730959773721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109862730959773721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/missing-mei-alliteration-not-intended.html' title='Missing Mei [alliteration not intended]'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109853425541682057</id><published>2004-10-23T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:21:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Yay! We kindda started on SYF today.. Just trying out some actions and stuff. And if the whole dance is gonna be like what we did today, it's wayyy cool. :D We're using a Bond piece and the dance will be about the power of women. Girl power! That's why this dance will be full of "wow"-y lifts and stuff, showing that an all-girls group &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; do such spectacular stuff. Anyway, we paired up today to try some lifts that's gonna be in the dance and my partner is *drumroll* Reg! Oh man, I love her. She's the best lifter, she can even lift &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And the lifts are pretty challenging but nonetheless, super cool. Reg and I makes a good pair, we mastered the lifts pretty fast. Haha. Had so much fun doing the lifts. But but but, I'm gonna try to lose weight so that poor reg won't have to carry such a heavy load. (Reg, I'm so nice to you!!) My aim is below 40 by next year. Haha. Let's hope I can achieve that goal. And the design for dance windbreaker has been finalised. Yay! I'm gonna send in the orders on mon, hopefully we'll get thwm before dance camp, then we can wear them during dance camp. Wahahha. Thinking about dance makes me happy. Can't wait for the next few dance lessons, learn more lifts and stuff. Whee. Hmmm. I'm hyper. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's ending real soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109853425541682057?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109853425541682057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109853425541682057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109845365844889735</id><published>2004-10-22T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:22:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New template</title><content type='html'>Thanks hj for the lovely lovely layout. (: And if you wanna know what au revoir mon amour means, go ask hj or helen. They were the first few who found out (okay lar, cause they know french. Haha) Anyway, didn't go for x-country yesterday cause I was very sickk in the morning after sending my mum to the airport. So my dad asked me to stay at home and rest. Hee. Then something damn freaky happened. I was going out to buy lunch, so on the over head bridge, there was 2 guys walking in the opposite direction. One of them was smiling at me and I was blur diao cause I don't know him. -.- So I basically just ignored him and walked on, then when he walked past me, he leaned towards me and said hi. -.-Oh man, I was super freaked cause it was so unexpected. I've never even seen him before. Ahhh. Scary.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to RI, omg it's gigantic. Haha. Actually to be specific, I went to the RI hostel cause we were going to have dinner with my dad's friend's son who came here to study on a scholarship. But they had some dinner lar, so in the end he didn't have dinner with us but he's coming to my house tomorrow. Apparantly, according to my dad, he was my kindergarden friend. -.- But I have zero impression of him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. I'm tired. I'm gonna sleep early today. There's dance tomorrow. Going to make dance jacket tomorrow. Omg. I'm talking incoherently. See, that's proof that I'm sleepy. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109845365844889735?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109845365844889735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109845365844889735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-template.html' title='New template'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109828544035449619</id><published>2004-10-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:23:26.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from HJ</title><content type='html'>hey liuqian..hehe surprised? i just finished giving your blog a makeover! hope you like it :)) feel free to edit anything you want and if you want changes in the background rmb to tell meee! oh wells takkaire and enjoy life and thankew for being there for me always. :D luv frm huijin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109828544035449619?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109828544035449619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109828544035449619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-from-hj.html' title='Love from HJ'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109817807779537262</id><published>2004-10-19T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:24:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection in Chinese</title><content type='html'>失去你后&lt;br /&gt;生命中似乎少了什么&lt;br /&gt;少了希望&lt;br /&gt;少了盼望&lt;br /&gt;少了期望&lt;br /&gt;少了渴望&lt;br /&gt;剩下的只有失望&lt;br /&gt;和不解的迷惘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一时有一种冲动, 写了这首诗. 当铅笔在纸上留下一道道痕迹时, 心中隐隐作痛 - 好像那些字是刻在了我心版上. 不知为什么, 往事总是历历在目, 那么清晰的出现在我眼前. 一直以为时间会冲淡一切, 但看来时间对我是不留情的. 躺在床上, 看着天花板上的夜光星星, 突然觉得自己好渺小. 跟宇宙万物相比, 我只不过是海洋里的一滴水, 沙漠里的一颗沙, 又会有谁来关心这粒渺小的沙呢? 谁会愿意把这粒细沙捧在手心里细心的呵护呢? 谁会把这粒沙握得紧紧紧紧的, 好让它不被残风吹走呢? 当我望入茫茫人海中, 看到的只是空白的脸孔, 一片茫然的仓促. 我想这世上不会有人为这颗毫不起眼的沙停留脚步吧...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109817807779537262?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109817807779537262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109817807779537262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/reflection-in-chinese.html' title='Reflection in Chinese'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109810220076938479</id><published>2004-10-18T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:25:09.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post exam good moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Don't think I'll blog about the checking of papers cause it's quite a sensitive topic. Hmmm. Overall okay, not too badly done and well, I'm pretty happy with myself. At least i studied and the marks reflected it. (: Most people did okay I think, except for social studies. When I got back the paper, me and yongxian was laughing like mad over the marks. How does 6 and 8 upon 25 sound? Pathetic eh? *rolls on the floor laughing*. Luckily the school's not mad enough for say 2/3 of the level to fail, so they're going to moderate for us. Ms. Teo said most probably it's going to be either 1 or 2 grades raised. Hmmm. I don't really care anyway, since only 8 people passed in my class. So I should be pretty glad at least I passed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;The real horror is going to come tomorrow - math. And *hopefully* the marks will at least &lt;em&gt;remotely&lt;/em&gt; reflect my effort put in - though I doubt God will bestow upon me such a miracle. Sigh. I'm not going to blabber on about how I flunked math blah3 (oh wait, I'm blabbering already). So anyway, I'll see tomorrow. Hope my english won't be too much of a disappointment too. &lt;em&gt;Hope&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well, no point fretting now anyway. I'm cool. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Sheesh, I just realised how difficult it is to get a job. The stupid man at Enliven (a company) tried to entice us with the oh-so-attractive pay. But, we'll not stupid okay, we saw through his ploy immediately and decided not to work there - unlike some airheaded bimbos and stupid fail-math guys who practically drooled at the pay. So now, we got to look for other jobs. Help me keep a look out kay? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I realised how violent yongxian can get. It's really scary. Better stay at least 1 metre away from her when she gets mad. I suffered under her hands today. ): There's bound to be a million brusies on me tomorrow. Haha. And she tried to kick me.. but agile me ducked out of her reach. Haha. So funny, practically the whole world was staring at us fight outside Bugis Junction. Bleah. Ruined NY's reputation, let's pray and hope no one complained about us (which reminds me about my chinese ying yong wen which I flunked. Okay, sorry for the digress. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Well, guess I really AM a very lucky girl, so maybe you're all thinking &lt;em&gt;why is this crazy girl complaining soo much when her life is like hell fine compared with other people?! &lt;/em&gt;Well, teenage angst maybe, mood swings maybe, pms maybe. Whatever. But I'm sure everyone has the right to feel angsty once in a while right? Just let me vent abit and I'll be okay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I got to wake up at like 4am on thurs cause I'm sending my mum to the airport. She's going to USA for 10 days.. I'm gonna miss her. Mummy, I'll miss you! (: And I know you'll miss your lovely daughter too right? *sweet sweet smile* Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I think it's pretty obvious from this entry that I'm in a peachy fine mood. (: Tadaz! Take care, don't get too stressed up by the marks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109810220076938479?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109810220076938479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109810220076938479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-exam-good-moods.html' title='Post exam good moods'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109802028423489026</id><published>2004-10-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:25:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Chan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Issac Rox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kaylin Rox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ms. Chan Rox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dance Rox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suwan: *waves* This is a wake up call, so stop thinking that you're cuter and sweeter than Issac. Cause you're &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. So &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. Mian mian qiang qiang, you're at most 1/12946891356896596 as cute as Issac. Please go and reflect on it. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109802028423489026?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109802028423489026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109802028423489026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/ms-chan.html' title='Ms. Chan!!!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109793550734886408</id><published>2004-10-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:32:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised that I'm a person who acts on impulse and I do things very rashly. Sigh. That has landed me in deep shit. And the second problem is my pride is going to be my down fall. I'm so dead now and it's because of my pride. Yet I just can't put it down. Without my pride, I'm nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so unwanted, so useless. Like nobody cares, nobody even gives a damn about me. I'm constantly trying to fit in, to be liked, to please. But some how, I still feel so alone. &lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally realised that yes, I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; too gullible. I used to think that I was &lt;em&gt;trusting&lt;/em&gt;, but now I realised that trust gets you nowhere - only cheated. I shouldn't have trusted you. Now I know, you don't deserve my trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate being lied to. Damn You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109793550734886408?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109793550734886408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109793550734886408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/damned.html' title='Damned'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109776950886290958</id><published>2004-10-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:32:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was so hectic. Went for morning run and played badminton with huijin! So fun! It's double the fun to have someone pei you run, and I think I improved a little. Haha. Just a teeny weeny bit. :D Oh well, it's good enough. We had such a hard time trying to find the right place to play badminton. Argh. The court beside my house was open air and damn hot so we walked to the cc and wanted to play in the in door court. But it was locked!! We ended up playing in the hot sun. Haha. But it was fun~! Badminton rox! Anyone wanna play with me? :) Then we decided to share a 1 litre tub of chocolate ice cream. Yumyum. So shuang to eat ice cream after you get all hot and sweaty. Haha. Jealous? :P In the end, both me and huijin were late to meet dancers and suwan respectively. Huijin going orchard with suwan, while I went with dancers. Haha. Then when the dancers went to watch movie, in order to save money, I went to join huijin and suwan. Walked around heeren for the third time in three days. Haha. Went to meet yongxian at 4.30 and for once, I was later than her. Oh well, it's the MRT's fault. Not mine! Haha. After job hunting and crapping for a while, I managed to drag yongxian to pei me all the way to my ballet class before she went home. HAHA. She's SOOOO nice. Went all the way to Bukit Timah and taking a huge detour to go home. Oh well, that just goes to prove my charm. Haha. But I did her ALOT of favours before.. so it's ying gai de! LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Conclusion: I went to 5 places in one day. Excluding coming home after ballet. Haha. How pro am I? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109776950886290958?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109776950886290958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109776950886290958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/busy-day.html' title='Busy day'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109767138067336368</id><published>2004-10-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:33:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed, Rejuvenated, Renewed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best way to clear your mind when you feel confused - run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best way to get back into shape after slacking for a long time - run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best way to throw away all the stress and burdens - run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best way to feel rejuvenated and renewed - run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's precisely what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the first time in eons i slept the deserved ten full hours. Went for a run in Clementi Woods at about 10.30, haven't ran for ages and my stamina sucked. Oh well, I don't have a good stamina to start with anyway. It felt really good to be running in the park, the air was fresh and there was hardly anyone around [its a wednesday morning!]. When were you ever conscious about your breathing? Almost never, until you run. It felt good to pay attention to your own breathing, feel the deep inhalation and the release as you expire [hmm. still in bio mode. haha]. Ran for about 600m and then lactic acid started building in my legs so I stopped and did abit of stretching at the pavillion. I'm glad I haven't lost touch with my flexibility after not dancing for so long. At least I won't feel rusty and stiff when I go for dance on saturday. =) Then I ran all the way home [which isn't very fr. muahaha] and had a cold water bath. Ahhh. It felt so good, to feel the cold water on your skin especially after sweating like hell. Running is a great way to start your day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spent the rest of the day online, watching spirited away [again], lazing in my bed reading Cleo [haha. bimbo me. XP] Yep. And I plan to run every morning during the holidays except for days when I have cca. Hopefully, by next year my stamina will improve and hopefully, I stick to the plan. Anyone want to join my in my morning run? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109767138067336368?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109767138067336368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109767138067336368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/refreshed-rejuvenated-renewed.html' title='Refreshed, Rejuvenated, Renewed'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109756943212565316</id><published>2004-10-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:34:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish list! *hints*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A short short entry before I go and catch a few hours of sleep before I go for ballet after a few million years. Haha. Went Orchard with yongxian today and we spent like 10 bucks on food. LoL. Now I feel like a pig. Then we went window shopping and here's a compilation of the stuff i want! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. 37 degrees blue shorts - $29.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. 37 degrees red tank top - $17.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Roxy pink shorts - $59.00 [This is a bit impossible lar. I'm not rich! Haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Saha orange SB - $25.90 [This is quite imposible too! =X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Marie Claire slippers - $29.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Elle sport slippers - $13.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. OP pink t-shirt - $19.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. OP blue skirt/shorts - $39.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uh. That's like my fantasy.. I don't even hve enough money to buy half of those. Haha. The total is about $240. And at most at most I'll probably only have $100+ and I wanna buy somemore stuff!! Bleah. Okay, without the roxy shorts and saha sb, it'll probably be alot cheaper.. about $155 bah. Hee. But I doubt I'll have enough considering I plan to go out pretty often during the hols. Haha. Nvm, I shall look for a part time job to earn $$ or maybe I help my daddy do work then he'll pay me. HAHA. yongxian, if u found a good part time job, tell me then we go together! Haha. Then we'll have money to buy the marie claire slippers together. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh by the way, xmas s cominggg~! *hints =P and SOME people still owe me b'day present wor! tsktsk. Hahahahaha. If any of you feel damn rich and wants to be nice, please look up. Haha. Off to catch some beauty sleep~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109756943212565316?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109756943212565316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109756943212565316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/wish-list-hints.html' title='Wish list! *hints*'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109749297767125339</id><published>2004-10-11T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:35:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24hrs to Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last paper!! In less than 24 hrs, we'll be free from the demonic clutches of the exam stress! Not too long ago, everyone was freaking out getting hell worried about the EOYs. Yet now, time seemed to have flashed by, leaving me with nothing but regrets. I'm not being pessimistic here, I'm just stating with "emotional detachment and frank intelligence". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regrets for making fatal mistakes I shouldn't have made, not only for exams but for the whole year. But sadly, time will never turn back, nor will it stay for you to brood over past mistakes. It flies by, just like how 11 days of horror have already gone past. 3 weeks ago, someone was complaining to me about how long and dreary 3 weeks was, how painful it was not to do what you really want and have to mug instead for three whole weeks. And I was telling her that 3 weeks will pass very fast, faster than you think. Well, she did't believe me. Now, the 3 weeks are almost over already, 1 more day to go. I've learnt from past experiences that time always pass very fast, faster than you expect so hold on tight to the time you have now, cause it'll slip away before you're even aware of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Actually I don't want the exams to end. Call me crazy or what.. I like the feeling of pure concentration and intense focus. I don't have to think about other stuff, stuff that messes me up. I just have to concentrate on the pages in front of me, soak in the rick knowledge like a sponge. And after all these mental draining drills, I can enjoy a deep sleep. I sleep well nowadays because I no longer dream, my mind don't wonder off into the unknown. Life these few days have been more purposeful, more meaningful. I've never seen my life in such clarity and remarkable focus. Maybe these few weeks of thinking about nothing but my studies have cleared up my mind, made me more sure of myself. Now I don't want it to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But then again, everything has to come to an end. Tomorrow will be the end of the exams, 2 more months and it'll be the end of the year. Everything ends. Relatioships ends, ties break, people drift apart. Everything is inevitable no matter how much you want to hold on, no matter how hard you try to preserve the feelings left, everything will draw to a stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109749297767125339?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109749297767125339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109749297767125339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/24hrs-to-freedom.html' title='24hrs to Freedom'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109723482183536601</id><published>2004-10-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:35:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I flunked math. Yay. And I really mean &lt;strong&gt;FLUNKED&lt;/strong&gt;, as in there's a 99.99% chance I'll fail (by the way, the passing mark is 60). Cause I had mental block when I did the paper and I just stared at the paper, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I can do but I just &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; do. Understand? And the first few questions were already so demoralising. Bleah. When there was only about 15mins left and I had 40% of the questions not done, I started tearing. Ahhh. And then I tried to crap out some half-decent-looking solution so that at least I'll get the method mark but the question just &lt;em&gt;refused&lt;/em&gt; to be solved. Damn. Then I just gave up. I wanted to tear up my paper when the teacher was collecting cause it was the worst paper I did in my whole life. And its math. &lt;strong&gt;MATH&lt;/strong&gt;. My supposedly strong subject. Sigh. I'm praying hard I can scrap a 60 then at least I'll still get A1 for overall. If not, I'm dead. Cause math is &lt;u&gt;200%&lt;/u&gt;. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Think I screwed up chem pretty badly too. According to mrs.chew the whole level did very badly. Grrreat. Another subject screwed. I think my section was total crap, everything was damn crapped and I couldn't think properly. All the solubility table and testing for cations I memorised so painstakingly all went down the drain cause I messed them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Physics paper was okayyy. But I already know I got one &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; question in section B wrong. Sigh. All my exams are so screwed and I still have lit and bio to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Think I'll end up in the same class as my sec 2 juniors next yr. Cause I wont be promoted. Ahhhhhh~! Someone save me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-au revoir mon amour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109723482183536601?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109723482183536601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109723482183536601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/mad-math.html' title='Mad Math'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109689715858883255</id><published>2004-10-04T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:47:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Excitement (?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eeeks. Blogger deleted an entry I typed. Aww sad. English paper was "damned". LoL. Think I'm gonna flunk cause my essay was super short and incoherent, and according to yx, "full of fallicies". Haha. Oh wells, its over so I shan't think about it. I shld be worrying about chem now. AHHHH. CHEM. DAMN. (It rhymes.) I'm so gonna flunk chem. Die le lar.. please attend my funeral tomorrow. Ahhh. Okay, I must be positive or the battle is already half lost. =) Wish me good luck! I need loads of it. Oh yes, I need to say a biggg thank you to everyone I bugged about chem. Sorry for keep asking you guys chem questions and thanks alot for helping. =) You know who you are right? Hahax. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt; Yupyup. 2 down, 6 more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expect the unexpected. Life never follows any formula.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109689715858883255?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109689715858883255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109689715858883255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/exam-excitement.html' title='Exam Excitement (?!)'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109680353523037644</id><published>2004-10-03T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:48:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Write a Good Expository Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Write a Good Expository Essay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Annecdotal beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Rhetorical question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Bring out thesis statement [otherwise known as your stand on the topic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body [the main arguments]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Topic sentence followed by evidence and elaboration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Show analysis [who, what, when, where, how, why]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Link one point to another [show coherence]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Use hooks between paragraphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Fresh, original approach that shows insights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Use craft [alliteration, assonance, parallelism, rhythm, rhyme, repetition, personification, imageries etc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Use humour [appropriately]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Cause-Effect [Burned out and Bored]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Problem-Solution [Anorexia Nervosa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Comparison [Thin People Irritates Me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- List criteria [Doctor's Duty]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Bring up opposite point and knock it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Use cue words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Link back to beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Impactful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Summarises your whole essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Emphasis your stand again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Organisation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Clear and concise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Coherent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Avoid cliche structure [advertis-y beginnings etc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above is a personal list of Tips to Write a Good Expository Essay, please adhere selectively [and at your own risk]. No money-back guarantee. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109680353523037644?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109680353523037644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109680353523037644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-to-write-good-expository-essay.html' title='How to Write a Good Expository Essay'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109663779215209852</id><published>2004-10-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:49:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye SS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; more to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna burn my SS textbook. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Library tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109663779215209852?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109663779215209852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109663779215209852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/bye-ss.html' title='Bye SS!'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689830.post-109620154380364811</id><published>2004-09-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:51:02.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm taking back all my words now. And I'm glad you realised that both of us were being childish and now things turned out alright.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm trying to redirect my life back on track and so far, I've made a couple of drastic changes. Don't get too shocked when you see this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. Deleted all my smses except for hj's and xue en's. And this times, it's not an accident. Went through my inbox this morning and deleted 140+ messages, most of them yours. Well, it's my first step to starting anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. If you scroll through my phone book now, there'll be one name missing. Smart you will know whose it is right? (: It's easy to delete a name from my phone book, but its hard to delete a number that's already etched in my head. Oh well, I'll forget it with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. The same name is missing in my contact list now. See how determined I am? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... A new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689830-109620154380364811?l=memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109620154380364811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689830/posts/default/109620154380364811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>*Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18308233636378248137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
