<?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-23901871</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:23:38.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacq is Queen!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>375</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4890591106189566942</id><published>2009-06-14T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:26:35.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm really, finally there. Comfortable enough to be me in my own skin. &amp; of course if I were to thank anyone, it'd be you. Because never once in my life, being special didn't require much of an effort. Thank you &amp; that chat in the park, it made me realise more than ever that this is it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should no longer be afraid because you're the Sunshine who'd never fail me. There needn't be promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should learn to accept that I am really enough. Just me. That is probably all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is now. I think it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I'm already there.&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/23901871-4890591106189566942?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4890591106189566942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4890591106189566942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4890591106189566942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4890591106189566942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-wood-i-kinda-forgot-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1257617428226642216</id><published>2009-06-01T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:12:36.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Should I shift? ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking about hols makes me wanna laugh and cry. Countless projects and the different groupings..., think it'd be the most hapz hols of my poly life thus far. Then MST after, no kidding manz! &amp;amp; i REALLY have to meet with Winnie &amp;amp; Dan. I wrote it down in my diary, i will not ditch for sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm old. My skin is withering ): FUCKETY FUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo ): What can I say? You've gotta love life man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy birthday to Dearest Xuan Sistaz 4eva &amp;amp; Bobdog assclown of class! Stay young!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0n2V8YouPhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0n2V8YouPhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, addictive! "We're so young now, we're so young so young now..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1257617428226642216?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1257617428226642216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1257617428226642216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1257617428226642216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1257617428226642216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/06/should-i-shift-thinking-about-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6062245276755924436</id><published>2009-05-22T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:28:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bean's been brilliant :* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several cheer-worthy things brightened my otherwise mundane &amp;amp; lifeless school week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The things I mentioned last post if officially um, executed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dim Sum = Happy Day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bean made it!!!! __________________, YAY! (I wouldn't want to fill in the blanks 'cos he wouldn't want me to)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many lectures/tutorials cancelled this week :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I CALLED WINNIE. As in I took the initiative to contact Winnie, yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy or what? Can't tell you how comforting this is, especially amidst the mountains of projects/reports/assignments to complete! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there comes a time in life when i guess, reality finally hits you that perfection is an impossible concept. For me, i think the time is now. I am proud to say, I have never been a perfectionist &amp;amp; never will be for I am very happy, pleased &amp;amp; contented with the way these imperfections and flaws are shaping around my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugly is good. Ugly is essential. Without the Ugly, the Beautiful would only be ordinary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love lots,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacq&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S HAPPY BIRTHDAY HIAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6062245276755924436?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6062245276755924436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6062245276755924436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6062245276755924436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6062245276755924436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/05/beans-been-brilliant-several-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1437771701648302946</id><published>2009-05-07T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:39:43.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For a while, I kinda forgot what my url was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing interesting these days. Me ish nort hip&amp;amp;hapz worzx! I am thinking of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ my _ _ _ . Sigh, I'll just see what goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I've been quarantined in my room...., because of the flu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather's horrendous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank god for Bean, I stayed alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched Pretty Woman (1990) on my laptop ystd, was dead bored! Turned out pretty good. Richard Gere looked hot then. Well, that was what, a year before I was born? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's about all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1437771701648302946?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1437771701648302946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1437771701648302946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1437771701648302946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1437771701648302946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-while-i-kinda-forgot-what-my-url.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1561753848460384462</id><published>2009-04-19T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:16:03.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was a big fat joke. I was having one of my nightmarish explosions because my parents, ahem, upset me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Bean and witnessed his disastrous hair transformation HAHA! Not that bad lah, just the fringe yknw........ Afterwhich we had prata then had a phone conversation which went along the lines of,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I am very angry and pissed now!!!!!! I dont understand why they have to do this to me! $*@^#@%#@%#*@% &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: Why! Don't worry, we'll get through this together okay? I'll think of a way. I can help you blah blah blah......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I wanna kill myself! Do you think I'd die if I ate a lot of chillies? Like a few thousands chilli padis? Oh no, maybe I'll break the world record. I bet they'll be happier then. (Seriously, I said that :/)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: No, you won't die. Don't do this okay...... Don't be like that....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Maybe I should just eat 5000 otahs. Why not I quit school and we'll elope! I'll elope to your house. Then you can continue studying, get 3.9 every sem, graduate, go to work and support me. Then I can just have a baby...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: Haha, okay.... I dont mind (I kinda forgot what he said)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I'm so angry with them now!!!!!!! I wanna have a baby now!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: ..................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Okay, I'm going to go have an otah baby now! I hate you, bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(OUR CONVERSATION ENDS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't know me man! :/  The things I say........................., is just......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1561753848460384462?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1561753848460384462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1561753848460384462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1561753848460384462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1561753848460384462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-big-fat-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-814251136557586030</id><published>2009-04-07T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:57:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short update, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been working. Fell ill on Sunday while working. Super exhausted. Most of the time, I work with Strangers (People I do not know &amp;amp; have never met) Funny how at the end of the day, we'd become pretty good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GEMS registration today. Amusing little thing, GEMS. Had to log on early to wait till the clock strikes 12pm to register. Its plain stupidity how they think they can 'diversify' our knowledge with a single GEMS module. I mean I so happen to have no interest in Science and Technology &amp;amp; Business Management, because 1) I see no reason to learn how to build my own computer 2) I do not intend to have an online business 3) None of the modules offered interests me. So isn't it dumb have such a rigid system? If I so happen to be interested in all the Humanities modules, then what? I have to suffer a Semester of Sc &amp;amp; Tech? Bullshit. I am annoyed, irritated and confused as to why I have to take modules that doesn't interest me in the first place. Yes, I want humanities! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okayzzz, so at the end of all this I still had to take Business Management OR Sc &amp;amp; Tech :/ BRRRRRRRRR....!!!!! My GEMS module is....., something something creativity. See! I don't even give a damn enough to remember the module's name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda dread the coming School term.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough for a short update, I need sleep, food and medicine. I dont want my body to fail me yet again besides, I'm going to be working ALONE tmrw ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xxx &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-814251136557586030?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/814251136557586030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=814251136557586030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/814251136557586030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/814251136557586030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-update-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2175251540367746331</id><published>2009-03-13T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:30:38.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't really have much going on in my life &amp;amp; I actually like fading into the background. The past 20 months, I would say, were the most fulfilling days of my life because....... &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desperate to go bowling again &gt; ); BUT WORK, is, er, important, I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*#@&amp;amp;$^$*@#^$!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywaysssss, Gossip Girl is officially out. It's becoming boring, like why would &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; I wanna watch people - fictional characters lash out at each other? No. I don't know, just lost interest anyways.  Ugh, okayyyyyyyyyyyyyy...., TV is an integral part of our lives, right?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very damn fucking happy with my trip to The Salvation Army!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2175251540367746331?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2175251540367746331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2175251540367746331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2175251540367746331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2175251540367746331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-really-have-much-going-on-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-593545873732676976</id><published>2009-03-11T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:05:29.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How come Coldplay having 4 shows in Sydney? &amp;amp; like a total of 11 shows in Australia???????!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......................................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bean is so desperate to go (I THINK)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-593545873732676976?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/593545873732676976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=593545873732676976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/593545873732676976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/593545873732676976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-come-coldplay-having-4-shows-in.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6860144947215225371</id><published>2009-02-26T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:56:40.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who wins when a relationship turns sour?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever will be the best. Everyday is V.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6860144947215225371?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6860144947215225371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6860144947215225371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6860144947215225371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6860144947215225371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-wins-when-relationship-turns-sour.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6014110563356304242</id><published>2009-02-24T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:01:09.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been toying with the idea of shifting or perhaps even shutting down this blog... It seems like I'm not much of a cyber-girl anyways (the fact that I haven't been online for the past... what, I think 1 month?) So, here's a brief update to those who reads my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things off the list &amp;amp; some still on the to-do;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Utilize shoes B bought me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulau Ubin/ Kusu Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Night Safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on proper V'day date!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAVE to meet people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a million novels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, that's all for now, I guess. Another embarrassing thing, I've been playing basketball with my younger brother every other day (DO NOT COMMENT ON THIS!) Shut up about it k, healthy lifestyle is the way to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might sound terribly odd, but I'm pretty happy and contented living life like this. I realised there are many things I could live without, e.g. material needs, because people who really loves you loves you even when you in your fbts hahahahah :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6014110563356304242?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6014110563356304242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6014110563356304242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6014110563356304242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6014110563356304242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-toying-with-idea-of-shifting-or.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4290872684233809228</id><published>2009-02-01T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:03:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People say I'm the life of the party&lt;br /&gt;Cause I tell a joke or two&lt;br /&gt;Although I might be laughing loud and hearty&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look at my face&lt;br /&gt;You'll see my smile looks out of place&lt;br /&gt;Just look closer, it's easy to trace&lt;br /&gt;The tracks of my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you, need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you left me if you see me with another girl&lt;br /&gt;Seeming like I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;Although she may be cute she's just a substitute&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the permanent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside,  I'm masquerading&lt;br /&gt;Inside, my hope is fading&lt;br /&gt;Just a clown, since you put me down&lt;br /&gt;My smile is my make-up I wear since my break-up with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4290872684233809228?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4290872684233809228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4290872684233809228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4290872684233809228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4290872684233809228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-say-im-life-of-party-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-295458525102299092</id><published>2009-01-24T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:39:09.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised that there isn't any way to be special. You don't have to be the President of U.S or the CEO of Temasek Holdings, you are the king of your world!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't any better things to do now &amp;amp; since exams is in 3 weeks, might as well study. Figured that if you can't be a rockstar, a novellist, a concert pianist, a pilot, an astronaut, a painter, a singer, you can at least study hard and live a happy life. That's of course if you don't get divorced, be infertile, get cancer, die at the age of 35, get knocked down by a car, be affected by recession and lose your job, or marry a useless jerk who gets zero pleasure with you in maybe 16 years, and be bored with the rest of your life. Unimaginative. Seriously, how many people are there on planet earth? Guess Jesus didn't have much homework or exams to study for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken a liking to Queen. Influence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** &amp;amp; I baked today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, CUDDLES ARE FREE (Cheese &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-295458525102299092?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/295458525102299092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=295458525102299092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/295458525102299092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/295458525102299092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/realised-that-there-isnt-any-way-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7517535502587095841</id><published>2009-01-23T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:46:07.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAO8jKMm8Wc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAO8jKMm8Wc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This is the best thing I've ever had for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7517535502587095841?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7517535502587095841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7517535502587095841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7517535502587095841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7517535502587095841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-for-real-this-time-i-mean-it-im.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6800978016775264050</id><published>2009-01-21T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:39:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm sorry. I think I'm pms-ing."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How apt. This is the me now! Imagine - menopause! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless, xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6800978016775264050?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6800978016775264050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6800978016775264050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6800978016775264050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6800978016775264050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3654549470157558655</id><published>2009-01-19T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:55:21.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually felt guilty painting my nails ): I could have spent the time doing tutorials or revision. OPPORTUNITY COSTS!!!!!!! V day falls on study week, how fucking miserable is that ): Bean &amp;amp; I will spend V day studying ): Sigh that's what we go to school for, right? ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need proper eyecream soon else would die of ugly disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3654549470157558655?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3654549470157558655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3654549470157558655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3654549470157558655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3654549470157558655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-actually-felt-guilty-painting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6876040614177241899</id><published>2009-01-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:54:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cute is when a person's personality shines through their looks. Like in the way they walk, every time you see them you just want to run up and hug them.”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6876040614177241899?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6876040614177241899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6876040614177241899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6876040614177241899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6876040614177241899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-is-when-persons-personality-shines.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-997757336604309887</id><published>2009-01-15T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:15:17.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home. Is it where you belong? Where do we belong?&lt;div&gt;Question: "Why doesn't home feel like the safest place?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is in your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is officially a pain in the ass. Tired, often meaningless. But who are we without education? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-997757336604309887?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/997757336604309887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=997757336604309887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/997757336604309887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/997757336604309887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/home.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3892218770590645044</id><published>2009-01-13T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:22:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Term 4 Week 3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Term 4 already, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know what to write except that today while walking to Dover MRT station with half the class, Kelvin &amp;amp; Shan were pushing me around then suddenly I got knocked forward &amp;amp; I accidently pushed Ye Tat who was trying to talk to Alison then Ye Tat stepped on Alison's sandals and... GAWD! Alison's sandals broke &gt;:( Oops. Damn, that's all I remember. Where's the stats lecture? God, I wasn't even listening I was sketching my Lubittel166+!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deserve death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3892218770590645044?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3892218770590645044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3892218770590645044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3892218770590645044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3892218770590645044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/term-4-week-3-term-4-already-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2863984570864164392</id><published>2009-01-08T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:01:05.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are impossible, you make my heart tingle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to imagine how things worked themselves out :) 2007, 2008, 2009..., people came and went. But who are they? Who are those people when all we need is each other? Thank you so very goddamn fucking much. Sigh, I don't even know how to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2863984570864164392?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2863984570864164392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2863984570864164392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2863984570864164392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2863984570864164392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-impossible-you-make-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7835257199376134182</id><published>2009-01-06T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:07:29.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no way of contacting Onyu, so here it is: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BITCHSTER101 :D I mean belated, but heck, you are always "Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only 17" in my eyes k? Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7835257199376134182?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7835257199376134182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7835257199376134182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7835257199376134182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7835257199376134182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-no-way-of-contacting-onyu-so.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5413427162974413489</id><published>2009-01-04T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:07:19.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lubitel166+ ): You will be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5413427162974413489?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5413427162974413489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5413427162974413489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5413427162974413489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5413427162974413489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/lubitel166-you-will-be-death-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7961123186354595198</id><published>2009-01-03T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:01:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back To School Blues... &amp;amp; Yellows!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Saturday, I must say. Well, I spent it in School doing CRS Debate, dangs. (Definitely the Blues) Though it's pretty enjoyable how the walk or should I say climb up to SB was so serene. Amusing how you actually hear birds chirping. Wonders, wonders! (Yellows) Pity how you'd only see smokers piling up the walkway, student chatttering and vehicles roaring on a weekday. The bus ride home with Hannah was really good too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) In approximately 7 weeks' time, Hols again (Yipee Ya Ya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I like my class, albeit a little dramatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Get to eat Fish Soup &amp;amp; Yong Tau Foo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Weekly PE session at Lima's (HAHAHA I love you, Lima)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Year 2 in 2 months, yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blues:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Tonnes of projects, assignments, CAs etc already!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) 6 weeks to Final Papers aren't exactly a long time. ): (Esp when you haven't been really attentive throughout the academic year *gasps*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Only got 80 for FA ): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The Late Nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Having to wave those gorge weekends away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find time to get a mother huge waterbottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get well soon, doudou &gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7961123186354595198?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7961123186354595198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7961123186354595198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7961123186354595198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7961123186354595198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6190746132474431197</id><published>2009-01-01T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:20:26.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've been youtubing, watching unplugged live videos of singers/bands! I'm hooked! Truth to be told, it made me kinda sour ): WHY AM I SO TALENTLESS?! Since I've quit music, it's been a pretty huge question mark. I came to a realisation today. Fact is, I do have a talent! My gift is my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn0CrLyeUaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn0CrLyeUaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6190746132474431197?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6190746132474431197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6190746132474431197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6190746132474431197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6190746132474431197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-no-recently-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7600045718023831054</id><published>2008-12-30T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:31:38.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7b37l_B4vI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7b37l_B4vI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7600045718023831054?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7600045718023831054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7600045718023831054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7600045718023831054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7600045718023831054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4345903505529738094</id><published>2008-12-21T14:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:05:49.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a busy holidays, but I'm not sure if I wanna blog about all of it right here right now. Wellz, I've been contemplating on a Shift to livejournal but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bean &amp;amp; I ticked quite a few boxes off our to-do list (YAY :D) That's to cheer for! New heights new heights! Not really sure how Imma spend my Xmas this year, but I think I'm meeting Bean tmrw and the day after, maybe The Pschl People on Wed then meet Bean again on Xmas. Sigh, I know just this short paragraph itself has the word 'Bean' appearing a couple of times. That's why people call it being 'attached', you see. It's nothing bad though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, School reopens on the 28th for me! What a Happy New Year I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on: I must say Bean &amp;amp; I are such movie junkies, we've already caught most of the shows showing in theatres now. Must be Film Appreciation disease. &amp;amp; Also, I do not understand what's the big hoo-ha about Twilight. IT SUCKED! Well, I read the book &amp;amp; honestly, only Onyu understands!! Kirsten is pretty but she cant act for nuts. Robert Pattison is a joke! What a disappointment. Oh, The Day The Earth Stood Still is equally bad, or perhaps a teeny weeny bit better. If you're 16 yrs old and desperate for a good movie, go catch Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist owns Twilight hands down!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4345903505529738094?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4345903505529738094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4345903505529738094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4345903505529738094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4345903505529738094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-busy-holidays-but-im-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2402190123047258670</id><published>2008-12-14T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:27:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna watch Nick and Norah's infinite playlist I want to I want to yay!!!!!!!! I think it will own Quarantine big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I met Dan, Winnie, Paos, Veron Chan at Peixin's concert yesterday. You know I really have nothing to write! Yes yes yes, I do actually. I need to rant about how little I've changed through the years! ): I HATE EVERYONE WHO TOLD/TELLS ME THAT. Okay kidding, I feel kinda neutral about it actually. But damnit man, is it true???????? TELL ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2402190123047258670?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2402190123047258670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2402190123047258670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2402190123047258670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2402190123047258670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-watch-nick-and-norahs-infinite.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4251200701893918141</id><published>2008-12-11T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:47:59.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? I think I cant stand living in this house anymore. My parents are............................................................. and honestly, bless your soul, you don't have to go through this. So who'd like to adopt me for like a month or two? No, maybe for good. Volunteers please! Seriously, the lack of privacy is driving me insane and I hate feeling so intruded like this. No love today, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4251200701893918141?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4251200701893918141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4251200701893918141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4251200701893918141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4251200701893918141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-what-i-think-i-cant-stand-living.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3879091727081582622</id><published>2008-12-07T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:41:36.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so i just caught the greatest show of the century! Like it was so da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE QUARANTINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should so go catch it! You know like, get a few tips on giving the greatest bites to people and making them truely absolutely yours(or at least, entirely like you)!&lt;br /&gt;Me and onyu totally rocked the place by screaming around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! anyway..... Jacq is missing someone really really really really badly! and you know who you are! Fly back from hk fast fast oh-kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! btw, Jacq kinda has a huge crush on winnie right now! LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just came outta the shower and I nearly gagged at this post. Winnie is so totally in love with me! It's so one-sided as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Winnie, Dan &amp;amp; I + Onyu caught Quarantine (THE WORST SHOW EVER) It was entirely stupid and senseless. Now, Onyu've really experienced the retardedness of Dan, since Winnie's been around for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day today...., I hope and pray that Winnie isn't going to rape me in my sleep tonight. Oh, &amp;amp; we gave Onyu a tour around Northpoint. Last point, QUARANTINED REALLY SUCKED MY BALLS! (Which I so do not have according to Winnie, like she has any...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WRITTEN BY THE ONE AND ONLY TRUE JACQ. THANKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3879091727081582622?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3879091727081582622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3879091727081582622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3879091727081582622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3879091727081582622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-i-just-caught-greatest-show-of.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2105469466969695583</id><published>2008-12-06T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:49:44.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bean left for HK on Friday morning. We webcammed last night, he looked so retarded! Haha, I miss him though. I don't really give a damn what you think. I miss my Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onyu who decided to spring a surprise on all of us, appeared at my door at 2 pm yesterday. That weird bitch totally screwed up Uly's &lt;em&gt;brilliant&lt;/em&gt; plan of drawing some humungous poster to welcome her at the arrival hall. (Think Superstar, hurhur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie is a total lesbian with me. We were like hugging and all on the street, ew. But whatever, I'm lovesick now! I need a rebound, haha. Hanging out with my friends made me realised how little time I spend with them. Shit, this sounds bad! They lept saying stuffs like 'zhong se qing you'. Seriously, I should really be more socially active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; NEWSFLASH! Instead of going all the way to Fort Canning and melting under the scorching sun before even getting the FOC ice cream, I'm going to babysit my cousin, Rainier! Yay, so sexciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S The weather's being sucha bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2105469466969695583?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2105469466969695583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2105469466969695583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2105469466969695583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2105469466969695583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/12/bean-left-for-hk-on-friday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-9179669871895260817</id><published>2008-11-25T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:25:36.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need motivation to study&lt;br /&gt;need to learn to be in control&lt;br /&gt;need to let loose&lt;br /&gt;need to go wild&lt;br /&gt;need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;need motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a haircut. I will do it during the hols, I swear. Need to screw myself up a little! Live with some imperfections then maybe not take myself so seriously ): Fuck, how come it was so easy to let go of yourself in SN? Screw Poly. I want me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. WINNIE AND DAN, DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-9179669871895260817?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/9179669871895260817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=9179669871895260817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/9179669871895260817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/9179669871895260817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/i.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1732477282384250193</id><published>2008-11-24T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:50:21.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EM ASS TEE NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;D':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1732477282384250193?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1732477282384250193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1732477282384250193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1732477282384250193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1732477282384250193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/em-ass-tee-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-9018838533130218147</id><published>2008-11-20T21:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:50:32.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should probably start out by telling you how ALAKJSOIABSAK my day went. Sigh, Ye Tat is right. I do have enough horror stories to write 'The Chronicles of SMRT'. I'm so amazed how down on luck I've been of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My heels fell apart on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bamboo pole fell and hit me on my forehead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was nervous for MOB presentation (The whole exp felt so surreal. I don't usually feel nervous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had major gastric pain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bean kept me waiting for freakin' 45 mins when I was starving and dying from gastric pain (Fucking Pissed, mind you)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Whatever it is, what is done cannot be undone. I don't know if Bean had redeemed himself by placing gastric pills outside my door. If I go on ranting about him being late, I will probably say something out of fury that I might regret later on. Seriously, 'Brotherhood' or 'Nothingness'? Bean should really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I admit I do have a bit of a temper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-9018838533130218147?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/9018838533130218147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=9018838533130218147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/9018838533130218147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/9018838533130218147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-should-probably-start-out-by-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3738678628543709462</id><published>2008-11-18T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:03.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AB08452-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/AB08452-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really absurd. Despite being an angsty, overly emotional cry-baby, and someone who's so utterly annoyed with life, I'm actually pretty contented. I'm grateful God gave me everything I really ever wanted. I think I've scored 10/10 in the 'need's department. Right now, I just need to sober up and embrace my beautiful life with wide open arms + in full force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why but I feel so happy at this very moment. I think I'm catching a glimspe of light, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hopeful person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3738678628543709462?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3738678628543709462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3738678628543709462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3738678628543709462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3738678628543709462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-ive-stopped-hunting-since-long.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3403522144300287760</id><published>2008-11-16T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:58:19.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh so I met Winnie. I have a confession to make! Winnie, I think your forehead's a charm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yuan and I, we talk about many things. So anyway, there is this one story about this 'tat' person he told me long time ago. Stupid asshole of a boyfriend, he started calling me 'Jacka-tat' today. Seriously,  he said he likes to jack me cos my name is 'Jack'ueline! Not funny. What a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to meet Dan, the one who's a replacement for the monkey in the zoo, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3403522144300287760?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3403522144300287760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3403522144300287760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3403522144300287760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3403522144300287760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-so-i-met-winnie.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7373069538363049067</id><published>2008-11-16T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:18:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I can't recall much of the day's happenings. I woke up, went to school, took of my pants at Dover, did MOB PBL, ate raw eggs, drank milo, head to B's place, did MOB &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again, &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had dinner with B's family. Actually, that's pretty much what happened. Ugh, bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planning &lt;/span&gt;to meet Winnie tmrw. Our friendship requires such low-maintenance! We always make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plans&lt;/span&gt; to meet, then either one of us ditches the other, and following that, we'll plan another meeting/date. Seriously, there's somehow zero resentment towards each other even though this happens all the time! When I say ALL, I meant to say it might happen again tmrw (haha!) Whatever it is, I love you Winnie Tan. I really hope we both make it tmrw, whahahahahahahaha!!!!! {This applies to Danial too}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOB is bringing the ART-FART outta me! &amp;amp; Did i mention I caught Madagascar2 with B last night? Major overload of kids and babies, I tell you. Which literally translates to lousy movie experience :/ ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7373069538363049067?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7373069538363049067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7373069538363049067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7373069538363049067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7373069538363049067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/honestly-i-cant-recall-much-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8815831323492684343</id><published>2008-11-14T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:35:07.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a bob haircut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I have been contemplating for so long now &amp;amp; I guess everyone is class is super sick of hearing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I STILL DON'T KNOW. I mean I'm kinda afraid of screwing my hair up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8815831323492684343?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8815831323492684343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8815831323492684343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8815831323492684343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8815831323492684343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-i-have-bob-haircut-should-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2768647620507941311</id><published>2008-11-11T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:26:19.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scars - Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9uOM0voY3I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9uOM0voY3I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;(check this out)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS, REALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2768647620507941311?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2768647620507941311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2768647620507941311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2768647620507941311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2768647620507941311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/scars-papa-roach.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5494489590351370811</id><published>2008-11-10T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:44:30.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing mob research is certainly giving me the urge to pull all my hair out and give myself a much needed new look - MOB HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5494489590351370811?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5494489590351370811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5494489590351370811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5494489590351370811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5494489590351370811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/doing-mob-research-is-certainly-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7874294321687206063</id><published>2008-11-03T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:58:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cyber world has missed moi, for sure. Her Majesty is back! I must admit that I was indeed pretty pissed off with HP's Customer Service because of the seemingly endless procedures that I had to go through to even set an appointment to send in my notebook for repair. So at the end of the day, I was too *@!(!#*%%^ impatient to be nice. I just took my own initiative, head down to Alexander Techno Park and got it REVIVED! (thanks B too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nicely wrapped in pink bubble-wrap envelope &amp;amp; delivered to my house :D My dearest notebook is now alive, woohoo! I'm so satisfied with HP! They totally cleaned up my notebook and gave me new plastic covers, cos I tore the original one which came with it. HIP HIP HURRAY TO HP &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I was so ecstatic I had freakin' toe cramps!!!! Blardy painful, i tell you. Yayz anyways :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) Life's really d'ull now. But I'm so glad that my &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt;CUTE friends e.g., Winnie,  are enjoying their little break. As quoted, "Guess who's having holidays already? Just name any day and  I will meet you!!!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt; is finally going out to play (soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7874294321687206063?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7874294321687206063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7874294321687206063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7874294321687206063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7874294321687206063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/11/cyber-world-has-missed-moi-for-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1638425362849545478</id><published>2008-10-17T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:40:12.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could hug my doudou tight tight forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1638425362849545478?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1638425362849545478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1638425362849545478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1638425362849545478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1638425362849545478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-crying-and-letting-my-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7415572428014101717</id><published>2008-10-16T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:42:52.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is like the first week of Sem 2 and I'm already counting the days to our Mid-Sem break ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU DAN! I MISS YOU WINNIE! I MISS YOU ONYU! D':&lt;br /&gt;Aye, so I was texting Dan &amp;amp; I really miss that Darling ): Yknw I can visualize his room, with his guitar leaning against one side of the wall and the mirror hanging on the opposite wall! WE SERIOUSLY NEED TO HANG OUT! WATCH STUPID VIDS ON YOUTUBE TOGETHER AND ROT OUR WEEKENDS AWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I swear I will remember today for the rest of my life. I'm really comforted that I've got you &amp;amp; no matter what happens I think I'll make it through :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7415572428014101717?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7415572428014101717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7415572428014101717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7415572428014101717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7415572428014101717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-like-first-week-of-sem-2-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6906694427017494496</id><published>2008-10-15T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:39:10.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday is like the joke of the week! An hr of PACC lecture from 11-12 then 'Goodbye!' says School. Seriously, it's very likely that you guys wouldn't catch me in School on Wednesdays from now on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new diary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Purple cover and all! That's pretty much the climax of the day. So, tell me now, how cool do you think life's for me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't stand ********. I shall tell Uly about it after all the SA kiddos get back their Promos results tomm tomms (: I'm so sexcited for them! Luv y'all ttm. Hopefully, I will uphold my promise and not ditch you guys on Saturday. (See, I did a self-reminder! How sincere please!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6906694427017494496?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6906694427017494496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6906694427017494496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6906694427017494496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6906694427017494496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-is-like-joke-of-week-hr-of.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4471475750906034553</id><published>2008-10-14T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:29:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, I could live on lovin' you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Trademark spells &lt;3   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, School was really boring me to death. I felt like zonking out every mo and min of the day alright! Uh, I shall make it a personal responsibility to pledge some luv to all the modules. Till death do us part, Sem 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not forgetting to thank B1 for the korean seaweed! Too bad though, I'd very much prefer a hot hunky korean boy :)  Heehee, nonetheless, thanks for everythingtingtongtong lah :D  HOMIES 4EVAx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooos&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-week Wednesday calls for day out!&lt;br /&gt;I heart Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4471475750906034553?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4471475750906034553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4471475750906034553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4471475750906034553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4471475750906034553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-i-could-live-on-lovin-you.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4105775837506838487</id><published>2008-10-13T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:20:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo..., School ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have this complex entanglement in me. First day of School and all I had in my mind was needing to talk to a few people (eg bean and etc) about a couple of things. Then, I was largely uninterested in everything else. All I did throughout the day was try to be normal. I hate being normal. I'd rather be weird than ordinary. Ordinary people with no character, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if everyone were to be special than we'd all be ordinary again, aint it? So you stick to your plan, I'd stick to mine alright? It's funny how I tend to filter through the list of people I know and categorize them into different groups. Not your usual 'yes', 'no', 'maybe' of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are meant to cross your path and they will. Some will never go beyond the 'passing phase'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I only aspire to be....., an anti-social friendless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angsty, and some of you know why ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4105775837506838487?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4105775837506838487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4105775837506838487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4105775837506838487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4105775837506838487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-639103664855310880</id><published>2008-10-11T19:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:59:59.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hang out my window and over your head&lt;br /&gt;Stare at your feelings to see where they end&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting here for someone else to break you from the inside&lt;br /&gt;You've been so composed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, theres always something tearing you apart&lt;br /&gt;Its always so much longer than you counted on&lt;br /&gt;And it hits you so much harder then you thought&lt;br /&gt;Then you ever thought it would&lt;br /&gt;But you dont worry, you dont worry&lt;br /&gt;Cause darling, you've got so much soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknw there are just some days when you feel like crying so bad and you don't even now why. You just want to let all the tears flow, to get rid of all the pain, frustrations, resentments whatever. Today is one of those days. I think I nearly sweared at my mom. I am damn fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its so bad I can slash my wrist a thousand times if I really wanted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-639103664855310880?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/639103664855310880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=639103664855310880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/639103664855310880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/639103664855310880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/hang-out-my-window-and-over-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3267977088965099997</id><published>2008-10-10T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:58:06.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone blogged about chalet then I don't have to already right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory's really failing me ): I think I can only remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;barbequing the food with my sous chef, Shan (HAHA) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;showering first 'cos I smelled like &lt;s&gt;a dog&lt;/s&gt; my dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played dai di with three little doggies of mine + Allie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta forgot the details. We basically ate, laughed, ate, laughed, slept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pee in the morning when everyone was asleep and just as I was done, Hian totally occupied my side of the bed. I don't blame her at all lah, she kept murmuring on how she is fat and that she really need more space to sleep just as we were falling into deep sleep. HAHA, Kelvin zombied into the toilet like 5 mins after I'm done. Too bad, so sad, bed taken ): It was like 7am, Jingxue was snoring. We had no where to go so we went jogging at Pasir Ris Park (!) HAHAHAHAH. Then when we came back I decided to be nice and woke everyone up! What's that chinese phrase that goes, "waking up early is good for your health" or something? See, I'm so friend enough, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I met my dearest Bean :D who totally scored by fixing Jude for me  :) :) :) and sent me home! Yay (K)(})(K)(})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, I have to tell you Kek You Shan is so comical. He is like perpectually high! What a difficult dog to train ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Fix XP, School at 8am on monday, Need to save $ to buy something, Need to stop eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today is like the National Day of Barbieaset! A country somewhere in the Carribean. Perhaps that was why Rou asked me out! (Kidding) She cut school!!!!! So we lunched together (: Damn funny lah, that girl. Missed her so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3267977088965099997?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3267977088965099997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3267977088965099997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3267977088965099997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3267977088965099997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyone-blogged-about-chalet-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4783364380418856839</id><published>2008-10-09T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:51:11.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3880-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/DSCN3880-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're worth it, you're worth this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4783364380418856839?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4783364380418856839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4783364380418856839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4783364380418856839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4783364380418856839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-worth-it-youre-worth-this.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-295129689984326692</id><published>2008-10-07T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:53:12.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I just screwed Jude up ): Yknw Bean gave it to me filled with all the songs and vids I love then with one click everything was gone and my ipod's empty! I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE &gt; ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday saw Bean &amp;amp; I catching House Bunny which wasn't really funny :/ &amp;amp; We satisfied my Kway Chap craving. Holy Moly, hell it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was dinner @ Sakae Wheelock with 7/9 of KKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet tmrw... I better rest enough or I'll be the first one down and snoring while everyone's still having fun &gt;D: (I bet yknw how these kids can live without sleep i.e. IP Written Report) I must gear up and fight the battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh GEMS was bull! Bean &amp;amp; I totally forgot about it. So we had to go for the second timeslot and we both got Film Appreciation. Very cool and artsy huh! Betcha regret the choice you made for your GEMs now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, this is all random and screwed-up but who cares! Been really happy these few days though the new sem's timetable is so crappy. An hour PACC lecture for the whole of Wednesday? I shall pronounce Wed as an off-day for myself, heehee. (Just Kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-295129689984326692?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/295129689984326692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=295129689984326692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/295129689984326692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/295129689984326692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously-i-just-screwed-jude-up-yknw.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2455337185664153774</id><published>2008-09-30T18:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:38:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I read the papers and saw that some mathematicians found a new prime number which has 13 million digits. Haha, can't help but wonder how some people find comfort in Math! Which is plain boring, save for the part with money involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what have I done these few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Sex in the City, My Sassy Girl (remake), Gossip Girl eps 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep and read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a new pillow!!! (which is the dreamland nirvana)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been learning to cook (Haha, from my mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; I'm like waiting for my working stint to end, and B to be available. WE HAVE SO MANY PLACES TO GO TO &gt; D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to re-do my to-do list. New Priorities!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The other only thing I've been doing is replaying the BSB video I posted some time ago. All I have to give and Time acapella? Haha, omg I luv it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what he does to make you cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I'll be there to make you smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have a fancy car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh, is B1 is korea already?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2455337185664153774?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2455337185664153774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2455337185664153774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2455337185664153774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2455337185664153774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-read-papers-and-saw-that-some.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7628683920287660482</id><published>2008-09-25T21:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:39:38.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, life's a bore now considering the fact that I've been working. Haha but yeah, I kinda like it this way, safe choice, mundane but happy and contented. Bean's been a sweeeet pea of late. HE IS GOING TO GET ME A ______.:D I shall wait and see if it really happens. Yknw boys, they like to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-oh-how, I think I'm really bad with my numbers, money, and everything related to it   i.e. Accounting. Yknw I bought like tops just a few days ago and looking at them now, I don't think I'll even wear them &gt; ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was thinking perhaps one of the reasons why some girls are going around getting laid at such a young age because they are really tired of having cramps and they just wanna be pregnant! Today, my work was ruined cos I was having like berri-terri-horrigible cramps :/ And my dearest bean could only say this to make me feel better, " I understand how you're feeling. I've been through it..." Then, he burst into laughter. That one of a kind ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, is Promos like over or something? How come I see one RJ/NY/NJ kid every 5 steps of the way in town????(exaggerating, but yes!) So what actually happened was, Bean &amp;amp; I went shopping for BeanPapa's birthday gift! Honestly, Bean can't possible live without me because I do everything for him, like decide on his food, his mom's gift, dad's gift, his clothes, his hair, clean his ass etc HAHA KIDDING, I'M ONLY EXAGGERATING! Well, &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; WE hope he likes it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go now, work tmrw. Ciao fellaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7628683920287660482?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7628683920287660482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7628683920287660482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7628683920287660482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7628683920287660482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-lifes-bore-now-considering.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2420976772699524092</id><published>2008-09-22T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:45:27.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder how much different love would be if there were no words to speak... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I met this lady who has disabilities. In her world, there are no words. She doesn't speak them, she doesn't hear them. She does accounts for the company. She's married and has two beautiful kids! (She shared their pictures) She's really pretty too :) I think and think and think and think... perhaps my life will never be as rich as hers. Why? Because even with words, doesn't come clarity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the 'Heart' is made to be the centre of works for our body? It pumps the blood, it carries the oxygen, when you are dead people say 'his heart stopped beating', what I'm trying to get here is that God made us that way for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People connect from within. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine the world she's living in; no words, no sounds. I wonder how will Love feel that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2420976772699524092?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2420976772699524092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2420976772699524092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2420976772699524092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2420976772699524092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonder-how-much-different-love-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8779170011294221107</id><published>2008-09-20T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:49:53.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apologies! I've been busy running errands and preparing for the oh-so-hip family picnic I'm having tmrw. Haha well, more accurately the whole extended family will be down for picnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was telling you guys how cooool working life was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things I've learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to use the typewriter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never say 'No' to your boss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adults are CRAZY over facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;British accents aren't that cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to do a proper CV &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to filter through candidates applying for jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photocopier &amp;amp; Shredder (DAMN FUN)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Explore all the food stalls in Far East Plaza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have lots of patience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the coolest of them all is the typewriter! It's damn fun. And did you know that you can actually undo the printed words you've already type? Seriously amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN3799-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/DSCN3799-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 'twas a pretty good friday night! We did.... nothing at all. We just had dinner @ nydc, hung around for awhile then took a really long bus ride home &gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8779170011294221107?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8779170011294221107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8779170011294221107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8779170011294221107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8779170011294221107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/apologies-ive-been-busy-running-errands.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7891081993065935126</id><published>2008-09-19T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:17:26.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings Readers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you well! My life's been all about working and I actually kinda enjoy the office politics and bitchiness! Makes me miss my Dearest Bitch in Melb &gt; ): SO, ANYWAYZ, NEWS! My cousin's get married this Dec, so there'll be two weddings, one in Indo and one in SG. The point is, I may have to skip ONE WEEK of school to go attend wedding, heehee! The nuclear bomb being Onyu coming back on the 4th of Dec and I'll be away from 1st Dec to - (Apprx 2 wks ++++) OMFGBBQWTF, ALL PLANS WILL HAVE TO INCLUDE ME! I don't care ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF. Last day of the week means I get to spend time with my Bean &gt; :D Yay, anyway I kinda like working. I've been learning lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Jacq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Stay tune for more details! I'm trying to be discreet here. Blogging is office is like breaking a rule! More tonight, I PROMISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7891081993065935126?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7891081993065935126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7891081993065935126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7891081993065935126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7891081993065935126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/greetings-readers-i-wish-you-well-my.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3053599724896136011</id><published>2008-09-13T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:23:18.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world, been awhile huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I worked for the first time yesterday. (Now Dan can't say that I'm pampered, princessy, picky, fussy whatsoever! haha) Working is real boring. So kids, your parents/aunties/uncles aren't lying when they tell you studying is so much better! I work opposite Far East Plaza. I work in Orchard and I'm some guy's sexy secetary! Kidding about the last point haha. Basically, that's that about work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and Rainier came over today. Omg, he is like so damn cute!!! &amp;amp; my aunt is expecting another one. I so hope that it's a girl!!!!!!! Then, I can play dress-up with her. Seriously, whenever Rainier comes over, I bathe him, I feed him, I entertain him, I play with him, I sing to him, I bring him to pee, clean is arse after he shits and all. I'm so good at being a mother :/ Although it gets tiring and frustrating at times, but whenever he kisses you and tell you he loves you, everything becomes worthwhile.  :) &amp;amp; Rainier had a little conversation with B on the phone!!! Hahahahahahaha, QTs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Saturday (: I had a good one. How's yours? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhowss, can someone tell me when's lantern fest? Is it today? Or, tmrw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3053599724896136011?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3053599724896136011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3053599724896136011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3053599724896136011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3053599724896136011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world-been-awhile-huh-anyway-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2598436196294656350</id><published>2008-09-11T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:36:54.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read Hian's blog and this is like pretty interesting. But, how boring would it be to read about me, myself and I every single day, huh? So, I did it on behalf of dearest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Tanliyuan Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. &lt;s&gt;You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. &lt;s&gt;Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you strive for perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intuitive&lt;/span&gt; and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You also have a very active imagination.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and &lt;s&gt;very likely to go with the flow.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. &lt;s&gt;You don't get worked up easily. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;/s&gt; (this is complete bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's &lt;s&gt;easy&lt;/s&gt; to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. &lt;s&gt;You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;s&gt;free spirit&lt;/s&gt;, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very &lt;s&gt;lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, &lt;s&gt;you don't really have a lot of worries. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just hope for the best in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Had fun with this while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bintan&lt;/span&gt; was dining &gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really gotta say this. I love you, B. Thanks for the many days AND nights when I go "Ah, my life is so fucked up and something is seriously wrong with me. How can it not be when I think about how screwed up everything is at least 15 times a day!!! Shit, I'm so tired of living." Okay, I quoted myself. Funny, isn't it? I'm amused too. Also, the daily tantrums that even the most outstanding of weathermen would not be able to predict. Forgive me, okay? To make it up, I shall PROMISE to have dinner with your family SOON. I know they missed me, haha &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I GOT A DAMN JOB, YO BRUDDAS AND SISTAS  (YAYYAYYAY), so did bean anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;v&gt;&lt;/v&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2598436196294656350?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2598436196294656350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2598436196294656350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2598436196294656350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2598436196294656350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-read-hians-blog-and-this-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5943577026865105180</id><published>2008-09-10T17:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:25:00.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is why Boybands pawn your emo rockers' ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixEMVrC2tvQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixEMVrC2tvQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bean &amp;amp; I met banana friend on the train &amp;amp; Bean said, "What if named my son 'RAMBOO'? Then his name'll be RAMBOO, TAN." &lt;em&gt;Rambutan&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Pearly calls!!!!!!! x-fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3820-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/DSCN3820-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3821-1-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x153/JACQISTHESEX/DSCN3821-1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you put Bean+Tan? BeanTan, &lt;em&gt;Bintan&lt;/em&gt; :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm damn retarded! Hahaha, Happy mid-week, Darls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5943577026865105180?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5943577026865105180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5943577026865105180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5943577026865105180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5943577026865105180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-why-boybands-pawn-your-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1470318307833778548</id><published>2008-09-09T22:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:13:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything was so perfect today, save for the teeny weeny glitches here and there in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By glitches, I meant tele-interviews. Okay, it somewhat went like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hi, Good Morning, XXX recruitment, YYY speaking. How can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh hi, I heard you're hiring.... (blahblahblah unnecessary details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Sure, can I have your name please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Jacq...ueline... &amp;amp; your surname, please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hongadi&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hong...adi????? That is H, O, N, G...??&lt;br /&gt;Me: A, D, I&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hong...A, D, I???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, H, O, N, G, A, D, I.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh..., So is Hong your surname?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Hongadi is my surname.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you so can imagine her tone. It's like assuming I'm lying to her about &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; surname? Adults :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything WAS PERFECT, until.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was happily watching episode 2 of GossipGirl2, until my dearest hard as steel, strong as diamond, ever-so-reliable XP crashed! It's so much worse than BSOD okay ): I didn't even get to see the blue screen. It just went &lt;strong&gt;dead. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm so very upset. Gone are my projects, reports, songs, movies, pictures &amp;amp; everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF man. Seriously, talk about 'Once bitten, twice shy'. This is the freaking second time this happened and guess what? NO BACK-UPS AGAIN! I so hate myself to the core now ): ): ): ): ): )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stoop so low to use Vista to sustain my cyber life ): I HATE VISTA AND I HATE WILLIAN, who ruined my life &amp;amp; I HATE XP, for letting me down ): Seriously, I am damn upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the pictures &lt;strong&gt;ARE GONE! A-L-L, ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a holiday, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw I'm going down to the helpdesk in SP to seek help to revive my XP &amp;amp; apparently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he helped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No man is an island. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all datas still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jacq says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jacq says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRAY, HOLY MOTHER!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so there's hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that man, there's still hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1470318307833778548?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1470318307833778548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1470318307833778548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1470318307833778548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1470318307833778548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-was-so-perfect-today-save.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7709061991033083157</id><published>2008-09-08T19:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:17:36.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm gonna be a frequent blogger, since I do not have a job nor a CCA. Haha, maybe I can let this be my job. Okay, kidding. So, today's plans for Chinatown were cancelled because,&lt;br /&gt;1) Weather very bad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) We were already in town cos I had to get something from Far East Shopping Centre&lt;br /&gt;3) We ate at Lido so might as well stay in town&lt;br /&gt;4) We were very lazy&lt;br /&gt;5) Travelling without concession is shite expensive&lt;br /&gt;6) It was good shopping in town on a week day when there's hardly anyone&lt;br /&gt;7) &amp;amp; there were like sales around!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Bean &amp;amp; I bought things that were going at dirt cheap prices! Hahahaha, cheap thrills man. But whatever it is, we're two happy people with new shirts and accessories :D YAYNESS. Then we just roamed around town aimlessly in search for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex buddies&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA okay, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex buddies&lt;/span&gt; part was a joke. That's all for the day, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures for today! Today's indeed one extremely happy day :) :) :) I think today is the happiest jobless day of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I really have to say this, it sucks to be job-hunting! I feel so damn it cheated every single day, with the exception of saturdays and sundays of course, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adults&lt;/span&gt; (liars) do not work on weekends ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYZXZX, MISS THE 4 RETARDS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to do this cos Bean &amp;amp; I had this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aggressive &lt;/span&gt;discussion rgd this topic today. Is it true that Marriage is waving freedom goodbye? Well, it is true to a certain extent that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; works everything out. (at least most of them) But seriously, when you get married you sorta like think you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; your spouse. I can't imagine being owned by someone else &amp;amp; I'd utterly hate that. As much as I would love to be settled, be scrupulous and be committed to a life-long relationship, I would never exchange my rights and freedom for anything. I can be a submissive little woman and be my MCP husband's ego-booster  or whatsoever, but being owned is so wrong. Ugh, I'm so confused now )': I don't even know why! Worst of all,  the other day when Mariel, Uly &amp;amp; I met up, I told them that I think I'm gonna be a good wife. Hawhaw, teenagers :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Bean will truly be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELVIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELVIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELVIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopefully this will make up for the mooncake (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7709061991033083157?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7709061991033083157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7709061991033083157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7709061991033083157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7709061991033083157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-im-gonna-be-frequent-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6104907501082792041</id><published>2008-09-07T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:35:26.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I'd like to be interesting, I'm a Cancerian. I'm a homey little girl who loves her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So there you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SMPH59xN46I/AAAAAAAAAd4/IF_9kht9siw/s1600-h/Hongadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SMPH59xN46I/AAAAAAAAAd4/IF_9kht9siw/s320/Hongadi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243254189836854178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(From right to left: Willian, 21 yr 1 mth, Christopher, 15 yr 11 mths, Jacqueline, 17 yr 3mth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hardly get time together as you'd probably already know, Willian is doing a degree in Sydney. However, things are a teeny weeny bit different now. So, he is back for now at least and we have lots of spare time since Chris's O levels is pretty insignificant and I'm currently enjoying my never-ending 7 weeks of holidays... Okay, the only thing I want to say is actually: WE HAD HELL LOTS OF GOOD TIME PLAYING POKER TOGETHER!!! That's that actually. &amp;amp; I love my brothers, though I hate them too, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6104907501082792041?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6104907501082792041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6104907501082792041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6104907501082792041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6104907501082792041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-much-as-id-like-to-be-interesting-im.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SMPH59xN46I/AAAAAAAAAd4/IF_9kht9siw/s72-c/Hongadi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2971274530037894095</id><published>2008-09-06T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:19:03.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like this makes me wonder where have you been? I wonder if you've been crying too, because the rain never seems to stop and the laundry never seems to dry fast enough to allow me to wear my favourite black cardigan every single day without fail. Tonight though, you seemed to be a little lonely. Just like me. Or perhaps, you're sleeping? I cannot see the moon. I thought they were your eyes. And what about the stars? I think I hope a little too much sometimes. I think you must have shut those jewels of yours. You've been too tired. I know how it feels like to be exhausted, to be worn out. Well after all, we are all human. But wait, you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are &lt;/span&gt;god! Oh, I get it. I'd like to imagine taking your place, watching boring soaps all day long. (refer: dramatic scenes of everyday life) How lame! Anywayz, I gotta run, God, Onyu is on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2971274530037894095?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2971274530037894095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2971274530037894095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2971274530037894095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2971274530037894095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-god-days-like-this-makes-me-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1243920707672530233</id><published>2008-09-04T20:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:17:41.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Assef knelt behind Hassan, put his hands on Hassan's hips and lifted his bare buttocks. He kept one hand on Hassan's back and undid his own belt buckle with his free hand. He unzipped his jeans. Dropped his underwear. He positioned himself behind Hassan. Hassan didn't struggle. Didn't even whimper. He moved his head slightly and I caught a glimpse of his face. Saw the resignation in it. It was a look I had seen before. It was the look of the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped watching, turned away from the alley. Some thing warm was running down my wrist. I blinked, saw I was still biting down on my fist, hard enough to draw blood from the knuckles. I realized something else. I was weeping. From just around the corner, I could hear Assef's quick, rhythmic grunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one last chance to make a decision. One final opportunity to decide who I was going to be. I could step into that alley, stand up for Hassan -- the way he'd stood up for me all those times in the past -- and accept whatever would happen to me. Or I could run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran because I was a coward. I was afraid of Assef and what he would do to me. I was afraid of getting hurt. That's what I told myself as I turned my back to the alley, to Hassan. That's because I made myself believe. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; aspired to cowardice, because the alternative, the real reason I was running, was that Assef was right: Nothing was free in this world.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes, I see myself in Amir's shoes. I just run as far as I could from what I made to be brutal, cruel and painful. At times, I even wished I could run for ever. Yet, I always seemed to forget those around. Aren't we on the same sinking ship? Yes. Aren't we in this together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes. Then, why? Because I am selfish. Because we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; are. Because love isn't as strong as you think it is. Because in this world you live for yourself. Because..., I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;SHIT I FEEL SO MEAN AND GUILTY COS I KEEP CANCELLING OUT ON PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentatively:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - KKK&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Dan/Winnie&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE TO MEET HENRY! AND I NEED A JOB! AND I NEED TO GET PANTIES! OK, BYE. OMG AND MELISSA LIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1243920707672530233?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1243920707672530233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1243920707672530233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1243920707672530233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1243920707672530233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/assef-knelt-behind-hassan-put-his-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4495483369641833310</id><published>2008-09-03T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:42:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt; get everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;However, Dashboard's making me a real happy one now. We caught Clone Wars today :&lt; asdjhashdashdaksh i know but it was just 6 bucks &amp;amp; somehow good money spent :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4495483369641833310?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4495483369641833310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4495483369641833310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4495483369641833310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4495483369641833310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-cant-always-get-everything-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2016078968310075415</id><published>2008-09-02T21:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:53:42.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bean &amp;amp; I had job interviews yet again )': So hopeless man! I guess we look to hip/hap to be hired D: Anywayz, we spent a significantly large amount of time book-shopping @ Kino! Besides that, I guess we passed time sitting on the bench people-watching. I can't believe how bitchy some of Bean's passing comments were...haha &amp;amp;... SOMEBODY GOT JACKED REAL BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;y Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SL1O2yThX-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/mNsKFAEbVjs/s1600-h/b1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SL1O2yThX-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/mNsKFAEbVjs/s320/b1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241432244452679650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better to do, so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Bold the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Copy to your blog, lj, xanga, wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;→ Tag 5 people from your friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG: Bean, Onyu, Henry, WinnieMeanie, Jere, Uly, Allie, Hian, Denise, Xuan and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes when I'm shy and new&lt;/span&gt;] Having ideas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sensitive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Active mind.&lt;/s&gt; Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temperamental&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Funny and humorous.&lt;/span&gt; Loves to joke. Good debating skills. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only when i feel strongly about the topic&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talkative.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Friendly. &lt;/span&gt;Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prone to getting colds.&lt;/span&gt; Loves to dress up. Easily bored. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt; Seldom shows emotions. &lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Brand conscious.&lt;/s&gt; Executive. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at times?&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll...., &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SL1PTdXQaDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/BcaF4CvrTLk/s1600-h/j1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SL1PTdXQaDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/BcaF4CvrTLk/s320/j1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241432737047406642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY (refer to picture above for spaz happy face) &lt;/span&gt;and sleepy now :O Yawnz :O Nitez, luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2016078968310075415?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2016078968310075415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2016078968310075415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2016078968310075415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2016078968310075415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/09/bean-i-had-job-interviews-yet-again-so.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SL1O2yThX-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/mNsKFAEbVjs/s72-c/b1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8706249469498718029</id><published>2008-08-31T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:03:22.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLpsMk_1OtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dwaPnIfzlD4/s1600-h/DSCN3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLpsMk_1OtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dwaPnIfzlD4/s320/DSCN3704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240620079744629458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                        Even if your hands are shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And your faith is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even as the eyes are closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do it with a heart wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8706249469498718029?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8706249469498718029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8706249469498718029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8706249469498718029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8706249469498718029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-if-your-hands-are-shaking-and-your.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLpsMk_1OtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dwaPnIfzlD4/s72-c/DSCN3704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2635138580077820080</id><published>2008-08-30T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:38:54.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent my day making Snow Skin Mooncakes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA WTF? I know. Seriously, you guys oughtta meet my mom and her enthusiasm about almost everything. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2635138580077820080?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2635138580077820080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2635138580077820080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2635138580077820080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2635138580077820080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-spent-my-day-making-snow-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5942539147022915919</id><published>2008-08-29T22:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:37:20.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LUV SNGS TTM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good thing I went back today! I met so many gazillion people i've missed :D So after PX, Chords and Pangs ditched us, Meh, Uly &amp;amp; I headed to Cine to hangout! AND AFTER BEING REMINDED HOW UNTRUE A FRIEND I WAS/AM, I AM NOW TAKING THE INITIATIVE TO PLAN AN OUTING FOR KKK. CAUSE APPARENTLY I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO IS ABSENT FROM all KKK OUTINGS. YAYz to Jacq! The "study" session will take place some time next week. I can't believe I have to go through the Promos cramming with them, hahahaha. Like hello, Miss Hongadi went through semestral examinations barely a week ago! Miss all those times when we were in it together though ): &amp;amp; there was this "WE WILL PROMOTE" pact going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls )': How i wish i could retain in SN for ever...&amp;amp; I wonder how would it be like for me if i was in a JC like most of them. What's the point anyway? I love what I'm doing now and I so have the makings of a President (of Indonesia). Haha, it's funny how Ms Jay remembers. I miss Lit classes, Macbeth and JLC and talking to Onyu on the phone before CTs and bitching in class and camwhoring and reading mags under our desks and passing notes and toilet trips and and this and that and this and that. SN will run in my blood for ever. It's part of who I am and I sincerely, genuinely love that part of me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5942539147022915919?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5942539147022915919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5942539147022915919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5942539147022915919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5942539147022915919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-luv-sngs-ttm-good-thing-i-went-back.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6623872487372198598</id><published>2008-08-28T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:02:53.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIRE ME, SOMEBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFgDa0HlvAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFgDa0HlvAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her rendition of this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6623872487372198598?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6623872487372198598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6623872487372198598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6623872487372198598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6623872487372198598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/hire-me-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2795254436562698676</id><published>2008-08-27T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:30:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how to kickstart my holidays &gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;I think i do have a mental to-do list but none of the boxes is checked!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better start with my clothes and wardrobe. SERIOUSLY, I HAD ENOUGH OF MY MOM TELLING ME HOW I SHOULD WEAR PANTS AND BE A BOY COS I DO NOT HAVE A SINGLE FEMININE TRAIT SAVE FOR THE FACT THAT I HAVE BOOBS AND I LOOK LIKE A GIRL. COS MY ROOM IS MESSY TO THE STATE THAT "NO HUMAN BEING CAN SURVIVE IN IT" and "LOOKS LIKE TSUNAMI JUST TOOK PLACE" etc.  AND I SHOULD BE DAMNED AND HOW MY HUSBAND WILL DIE IN FUTURE COS I'LL BE SUCHA SLACK WIFE AND NOT CLEAN UP AT ALL TILL ROACHES AND RATS AND SNAKES AND WHAT NOT FILL MY HOUSE UP.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is so drama :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2795254436562698676?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2795254436562698676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2795254436562698676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2795254436562698676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2795254436562698676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-how-to-kickstart-my.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8997324033222345722</id><published>2008-08-26T16:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:11:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPINB8d5BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Kn3yNhNSPQw/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPINB8d5BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Kn3yNhNSPQw/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238750917747926034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPINb5QFqI/AAAAAAAAAco/OZkvdBTmETE/s1600-h/CIMG4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPINb5QFqI/AAAAAAAAAco/OZkvdBTmETE/s320/CIMG4512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238750924713760418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPGHBnviyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Xsii86wFADk/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPGHBnviyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Xsii86wFADk/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238748615558531874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPGI6NqtjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nuCx1Zeqzzg/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPGI6NqtjI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nuCx1Zeqzzg/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238748647929853490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPF20ny9nI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vngSkqMGqZs/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPF20ny9nI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vngSkqMGqZs/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238748337191188082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPGGkvhPFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Nbx2w_rzjF4/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPGGkvhPFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Nbx2w_rzjF4/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238748607806520402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;We caught 4bia @ The Cathay after Econs paper last night! I thought the third story was freakin' hilarious and scary at the same time. You guys should go catch it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I woke up at 12pm today after watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forest Gump&lt;/span&gt; in the AMs. I thought it was impactful in a subtle way. My heart ached throughout the show and especially towards the end. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's all I have to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxx,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jcqln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8997324033222345722?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8997324033222345722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8997324033222345722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8997324033222345722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8997324033222345722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-caught-4bia-cathay-after-econs-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SLPINB8d5BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Kn3yNhNSPQw/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5097991924759798040</id><published>2008-08-22T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:47:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got a funny little feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been experiencing this funny lingering thingy recently. I don't know what you call that, but it gives you this really odd sweet-sour, tingling sensation. Sometimes, it feels like my heart stopped beating altogether. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Smiles)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SK6NyTiWuRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zdPWbiDTR4Y/s1600-h/bean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SK6NyTiWuRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zdPWbiDTR4Y/s320/bean.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237279312055810322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have to say this here. Love. Is. Way. Too. Insane. Trust me, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5097991924759798040?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5097991924759798040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5097991924759798040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5097991924759798040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5097991924759798040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-experiencing-this-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SK6NyTiWuRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zdPWbiDTR4Y/s72-c/bean.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-98913024705899826</id><published>2008-08-20T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:50:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No. I am not going to write any letter to bid PACC good-bye because, darn it! PACC is here to stay. (for another sem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to catch up with important people soon. Dan, Winnie, KKK, Rou, Yings, Mich, Fiona, Grace, Dolly, Lima AND ONYU! I wanna go to Melbourne &gt; ): We've been drifting way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(OMG YOU HAVE TO CLICK ON THIS! I AM SO FUCKING DUMB. BUT THIS IS HILARIOUS)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKwu572UJkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/znJB7rcx9Ns/s1600-h/hahahahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKwu572UJkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/znJB7rcx9Ns/s320/hahahahaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236612039577970242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dan: I will always be here k? Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-98913024705899826?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/98913024705899826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=98913024705899826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/98913024705899826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/98913024705899826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/no.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKwu572UJkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/znJB7rcx9Ns/s72-c/hahahahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4000947797152426057</id><published>2008-08-20T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:19:45.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him as my husband so I can listen to his peaceful and lyrical voice singing me to sleeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNW8q-Ucz18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNW8q-Ucz18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, John! You can be my second husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4000947797152426057?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4000947797152426057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4000947797152426057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4000947797152426057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4000947797152426057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-him-as-my-husband-so-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2907030858539781858</id><published>2008-08-19T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:16:19.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayz, me mom'z back tonite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKq0eXdZhNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mQq2qB0tQs8/s1600-h/xo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKq0eXdZhNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mQq2qB0tQs8/s200/xo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236195950558020818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, was a surprisingly productive study session in school considering the fact that Heemz was present (HAHA) I mean I haven't practised so much PACC since...um, never really been practising ): I really have to thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEN&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SE&lt;/span&gt; for tutoring us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyohhow, Bean and I took a really long bus ride to Amk. I remember long time ago when we were sec3 or sth, we spent the whole afternoon riding on buses around the whole island just talking our lives away (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I see the Holidays waving at me :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2907030858539781858?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2907030858539781858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2907030858539781858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2907030858539781858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2907030858539781858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/yayz-me-momz-back-tonite-todays-was.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKq0eXdZhNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mQq2qB0tQs8/s72-c/xo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7891920273308242009</id><published>2008-08-18T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:45:26.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest FOM,&lt;br /&gt;I hereby bid you goodbye for ever. I am delighted by our friendship this past semester, though I really hope, wish and pray that we will never have to do this again. This evening, we spent 2 hrs and 10 minutes together. Those very special and significant two hrs and ten, indeed. I'll never forget you clinging on to me for the past week. Ugh, the horror! Finally, finally I am able to end this cruel relationship of ours with dignity. Take good care of yourself, FOM &amp;amp; It'd be so nice to know that you will never come near me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Hello PACC, I don't really like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to : Dashboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7891920273308242009?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7891920273308242009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7891920273308242009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7891920273308242009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7891920273308242009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/dearest-fom-i-hereby-bid-you-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-9058726434463145506</id><published>2008-08-17T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:32:02.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Cynical and broken, but wiser.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy with a sense of resentment,&lt;br /&gt;but i used to be so much different,&lt;br /&gt;I used to have so much faith&lt;br /&gt;when I started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-9058726434463145506?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/9058726434463145506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=9058726434463145506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/9058726434463145506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/9058726434463145506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-name-in-lights-it-was-only-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3470612962328318499</id><published>2008-08-16T18:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:18:17.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a nomad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKaxla_UrVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HlstP3Vzv_M/s1600-h/uhdkasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKaxla_UrVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HlstP3Vzv_M/s320/uhdkasd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235066873322974546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, life gets you in the most cruel of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S It is so interesting how they came up with eating disorder, sleeping disorder etc. So what do you get when your emotions are all screwed up (imagine all the emoticons going wild and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keesiao &lt;/span&gt;during your msn convo!) ? I guess you'll get depression, DID and many sick and imaginative alters? Sometimes, I wish I had alters to turn to when I want to forget myself. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;Fight or Flight? I've always chosen Flight when I can't handle things. It isn't any different now. I just feel like running as far as I can, away from everything. Call me a coward whatsoever. Deep down, you know that I am the one who gets it toughest. &amp;amp; I've been insane recently. I can barely count the times I snap at B every single day. It's too much, way too much. Funny isn't it, how I can't control myself anymore. I just live without knowing. I'm just passing time...passing live...passing by... Honestly, I can feel myself breaking &amp;amp; this time I know nobody can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3470612962328318499?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3470612962328318499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3470612962328318499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3470612962328318499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3470612962328318499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-nomad.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SKaxla_UrVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HlstP3Vzv_M/s72-c/uhdkasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8579190439858957191</id><published>2008-08-15T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:54:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh me, Oh my! I'm so dead for Marketing and Accounting! Seriously speaking, I'm not trying to fake it and be a closet mugger afterwards. I AM REALLY GONNA DIE FOR IT MAN :O How I wish I was a closet mugger! How I wish I started earlier! How I wish Eating and Sleeping were modules! D: (Sinks into major depression and thinks of the prettiest suicide possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I sorta watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge to Teribithia&lt;/span&gt; w B yesterday.  I felt like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)':&lt;/span&gt;! Sigh, I thought Leslie's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and you've noticed the new Haloscan right? Thanks B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: In need of retail therapy and good food ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This constant compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Between thinking and breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8579190439858957191?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8579190439858957191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8579190439858957191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8579190439858957191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8579190439858957191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-me-oh-my-im-so-dead-for-marketing.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6021239509303220932</id><published>2008-08-13T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:00:20.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skin, new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did this again (points down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name: Jacq&lt;br /&gt;Date: 8/13/2008&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 41035726&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are constantly hoping that your good fellowship and attitude and your 'love for your fellow man (or women)' will give you peace of mind. You need people - people around you to care for you and to show you that they care. It is this hope that keeps you going, the hope that makes you the type of person that indeed you are. Your own need for approval seemingly makes you always ready to help others and in exchange you seek love, warmth and understanding. You will always listen to others and you are open to new ideas which hopefully will prove fruitful and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are experiencing considerable difficulty trying to achieve your goals. As a consequence of this you are becoming more and more irritable. Your friends and acquaintances are finding it increasingly more difficult to appease or to reason with you. You are the cause of your own problems. Don't be so impulsive. It is your vacillation that can lead to problems and uncertainties. Ease up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all conditioned by our environment and as such we respond to people's perception of ourselves, but you feel that conditions are not right at this time. You are experiencing certain reservations that are precluding you to develop a particular relationship, business or personal, that is being offered. It is 'make your mind up time' - the decision is all yours, but whatever decision you make, it will be the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying to prove yourself - not only to yourself but also to everyone around you. There is much that you would like to say and do but the situation warrants self-restraint and that is the last thing that you have on your mind. It would seem that you have an unsatisfied need to ally yourself with others whose standards are as high as your own. You want to be different - to stand out from the crowd. This is subjecting you to considerable stress but you tend to stick to your attitudes despite lack of appreciation. Of course, you are finding the situation uncomfortable and would like nothing better but to break away from it but you don't like the idea of compromise. Your main problem is that you are unable to resolve the situation because you continually postpone making the necessary decisions. You feel that if you make the wrong choice this would lead to such opposition that you would not be able to command the esteem of others. It is essential that those around you are prepared to comply with your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel that you need to move on. You feel that you are not appreciated or valued for what you are and that the time is 'now'. Failure to do so will not afford you the conditions to prove your worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll...yeah, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. Comment and I’ll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with something - random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask something I’ve always wanted to ask.&lt;br /&gt;6. In return, you must post this in your own site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, from Henry's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6021239509303220932?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6021239509303220932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6021239509303220932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6021239509303220932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6021239509303220932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-skin-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5549191074391314854</id><published>2008-08-12T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:25:13.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bean gave me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; today :B Yay yay yay I have the complete series now! Anywayzzz, we totally cried during MNE2 &gt; )': Had a prettyy good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dead for exams though. August is sucha lousy month for examinations! I'd rather watch Olympics all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/w5UGARzH7d/aus=false/pv=2/"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/w5UGARzH7d/aus=false/pv=2/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5549191074391314854?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5549191074391314854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5549191074391314854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5549191074391314854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5549191074391314854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/bean-gave-me-breaking-dawn-had-prettyy.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1200787812732080196</id><published>2008-08-10T13:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:58:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is like the worst National day ever D: I spent my day shuffling between hospital and home. I have ZERO celebration going on and 'twas actually Willian's birthday! Speaking of which, Willian will be back in SG for six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me out anyone, I'd rather rot/decompose at home watching Olympics. Can't believe I'm sucha homebody. Miie ish PartyGirl nortx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to be loser. Instead of watching Olympics, I'll have my own K-box session at home singing to Westlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJ6sVih1tXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ogUgJhxANT0/s1600-h/class3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJ6sVih1tXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ogUgJhxANT0/s320/class3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232809303097062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama Class&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1200787812732080196?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1200787812732080196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1200787812732080196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1200787812732080196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1200787812732080196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-like-worst-national-day-ever-d.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJ6sVih1tXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ogUgJhxANT0/s72-c/class3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-3978556509070544955</id><published>2008-08-09T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:45:23.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My threshold of pain is so very limitless, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pain is good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Winnie, Dan and even Bean so much D: I wonder how is it that some things never remain the same? Is there really no forever? On a side note, CALL ME WINNIE YOU ASS SHITE SAY WANNA CALL ME AFT HOSPITAL APPT THEN WHAT HAPPENED? GO SCANDAL SCANDAL WITH SALT AND SUGAR AGAIN RIGHT! ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-3978556509070544955?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/3978556509070544955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=3978556509070544955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3978556509070544955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/3978556509070544955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-threshold-of-pain-is-so-very.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2268957509047472104</id><published>2008-08-08T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:52:29.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This very day last year we had steamboat! I miss KKK so ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJxFv_rJtNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aWqPJpBACPU/s1600-h/forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJxFv_rJtNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aWqPJpBACPU/s320/forever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232133557946266834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I have them :D I sincerely thank the 4 retards who bring joy and happiness into my mundane Poly life, muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJxderWUy-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xgWBAl5YLeE/s1600-h/HAHAH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJxderWUy-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xgWBAl5YLeE/s320/HAHAH.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232159648711494626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2268957509047472104?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2268957509047472104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2268957509047472104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2268957509047472104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2268957509047472104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-very-day-last-year-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJxFv_rJtNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aWqPJpBACPU/s72-c/forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5991095593720404820</id><published>2008-08-07T18:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:16:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things are deeply etched in your heart. Why then, do I tend to forget those moments? I've never once gave in to 'changes' and 'time'. I guess they got me this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, we were having millions of common tests every single week. I remember how Onyu &amp;amp; I used to talk till late on the phone discussing JLC and Macbeth D: And how KKK brightens each day with those funny korean games during recess! I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh peng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ribena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orangebowl, macaroni etc etc&lt;/span&gt; I miss Unity and all the stupid jokes. I miss my past so much. I'm not saying I hate SP. In fact, I love my class and the 4 other retards. It just isn't the same. SN is my home. SP, is still a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Bitch, I miss you so ); x Infinity! I miss those times where I can just rant, rant and rant non-stop when I had a bad day and tell you how screwed up my life is and how messed up I am D:&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU BACK! Plus, I miss your wicked humour and your pissed-off face! COME BACK ASAP, YOU ASS D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5991095593720404820?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5991095593720404820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5991095593720404820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5991095593720404820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5991095593720404820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-things-are-deeply-etched-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-1959455723610239188</id><published>2008-08-06T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:14:43.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsWsasqIoyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsWsasqIoyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-1959455723610239188?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/1959455723610239188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=1959455723610239188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1959455723610239188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/1959455723610239188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2465157965167083223</id><published>2008-08-04T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:02:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He groaned.&lt;br /&gt;The wind took his breath along with him.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't walk; he couldn't gather enough strength.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't eat nor sleep; he couldn't get rid of those monstrous thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't see; how my heart weakens at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there's a whole new meaning to helplessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2465157965167083223?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2465157965167083223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2465157965167083223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2465157965167083223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2465157965167083223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-groaned.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8904480451445567270</id><published>2008-07-31T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:35.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJHBrmBej3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/iUWgxHRBp0c/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJHBrmBej3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/iUWgxHRBp0c/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229173597039136626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm turning ano. (Hoping to, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, i sinned today ); I ate xlbs ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PRE-WEEKENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8904480451445567270?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8904480451445567270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8904480451445567270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8904480451445567270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8904480451445567270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-turning-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SJHBrmBej3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/iUWgxHRBp0c/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5605224602838882447</id><published>2008-07-30T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:08:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="line-height: 1.25em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heart, we will forget him!&lt;br /&gt;You an I, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;You may forget the warmth he gave,&lt;br /&gt;I will forget the light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you have done, pray tell me&lt;br /&gt;That I my thoughts may dim;&lt;br /&gt;Haste! lest while you're lagging.&lt;br /&gt;I may remember him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5605224602838882447?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5605224602838882447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5605224602838882447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5605224602838882447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5605224602838882447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-we-will-forget-him-you-i-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6967701825824896508</id><published>2008-07-29T19:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:38.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Peeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DI3USPSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4PPd_rcoYj0/s1600-h/DSCN3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DI3USPSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4PPd_rcoYj0/s320/DSCN3632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401143223303458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CQ6RteYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rtr20-KTYr0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CQ6RteYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rtr20-KTYr0/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228400181945137538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CRRHKlFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jUbhZAfpCAc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CRRHKlFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jUbhZAfpCAc/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228400188074923090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CRlNvPCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Kgl3nnEsjog/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CRlNvPCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Kgl3nnEsjog/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228400193471200290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodie bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DJG7otXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/2_ki5uMi3NE/s1600-h/DSCN3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DJG7otXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/2_ki5uMi3NE/s320/DSCN3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401147414885746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slavery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CSIDe6LI/AAAAAAAAAYs/y2Qtx3I0p9c/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CSIDe6LI/AAAAAAAAAYs/y2Qtx3I0p9c/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228400202823428274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem, yan ying &amp;amp; Heem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CSUoVsAI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LHUCGxhKGSw/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8CSUoVsAI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LHUCGxhKGSw/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228400206199238658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BVFuMcJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ts_TnzNhplM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BVFuMcJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ts_TnzNhplM/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228399154225246354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobdog is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BVnbjCFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/n-x5YTFmO1A/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BVnbjCFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/n-x5YTFmO1A/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228399163273840722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BWIls2iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HXZ5O1ciBvk/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BWIls2iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HXZ5O1ciBvk/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228399172174797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smelly and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DIIJbcvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/fo_ZFrvN884/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DIIJbcvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/fo_ZFrvN884/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401130561303282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, Long Live God Jacqueline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BWl7MwiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bCe31P5sNwE/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8BWl7MwiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bCe31P5sNwE/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228399180049596962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, happy Bean (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DIbNFimI/AAAAAAAAAZE/a12crFeBIL4/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DIbNFimI/AAAAAAAAAZE/a12crFeBIL4/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401135676918370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;I met Melvin Lim today. I had coffee on an empty stomach and Melvin was being very mean to me because ........, but I still enjoyed my afternoon. Thanks Melvin! Nice name you've got (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6967701825824896508?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6967701825824896508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6967701825824896508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6967701825824896508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6967701825824896508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-for-sunday-love-birds-pals.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI8DI3USPSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4PPd_rcoYj0/s72-c/DSCN3632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-4353471461080570527</id><published>2008-07-28T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:38.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI3TFzMwAZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/k68izEf_IHk/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI3TFzMwAZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/k68izEf_IHk/s320/e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228066839043506578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That moment froze, we're moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess I really do have a lot of secrets &amp;amp; I don't really like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm too lazy to upload the photos today. Hopefully, I get to have a good afternoon with my buddy tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS GONNA BE THE CLIMAX OF MY BLOGPOST! THERE WAS A FAT RAT ON THE TRAIN THIS MORNING!!!!!!! WTFBBQ?!?!?!?! G.r.o.s.s ttm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday was basically seeing the good and angelic side of me take control. I did CIP at Fort Canning with DHRMP/03. My classmates are bunch of fretards man! (Pics when I feel like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thanks B for that precious 15 minutes this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-4353471461080570527?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/4353471461080570527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=4353471461080570527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4353471461080570527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/4353471461080570527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-moment-froze-were-moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SI3TFzMwAZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/k68izEf_IHk/s72-c/e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8265624963274493958</id><published>2008-07-26T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:44:37.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You forced me to become strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I just cried, being weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you think you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I would like to think so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But do you know that when you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusement is massive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bumped into Shann today. I think my preconscious state of mind never fails to bring me to see that exact same scene and memory I had of Shannon when we were what, P5? That very cubicle.... I don't really wanna elaborate much here, but, we were such good friends then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoid my friends unknowingly sometimes - Unconscious state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.., today was IP united combing the national library for reference books about psych. We were literally swimming in a sea of reference books. I had to set my word document at 150% to keep myself up. I think i can memorize everything i read up for IP already :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd score a probable 72 for neuroticism because i'm emotionally unstable and very irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8265624963274493958?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8265624963274493958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8265624963274493958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8265624963274493958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8265624963274493958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-forced-me-to-become-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6543428444955580122</id><published>2008-07-24T21:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:39.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Humanism is a philosophical movement that emphasises the personal worth          of the individual and the centrality of human values.  The Humanistic          approach rests on the complex philosophical foundations of          existentialism, and emphasizes the creative, spontaneous and active          nature of human beings. This approach is  very optimistic and focuses          on noble human capacity to overcome hardship and despair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this better than Freud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I remember saying that being sixteen is so bleak. Well, seventeen doesn't do much good either. Notice how i'm like the AVC curve, waiting to fall to my minimum, then pick up again. Can't help thinking why do we have to be bitten once to finally learn to shy away from things? There are supp to be more sensible and rooted people alive, aint it? ........I wonder who will be the MC who intersects my path and saves me from this+future shiate. ("Shiate" sounds so Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;.., i very much like the way some songs convey those deep, dark and complex emotions. Music is the way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SIiUnAmgozI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZZvyKS80uaE/s1600-h/unknown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SIiUnAmgozI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZZvyKS80uaE/s320/unknown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226590765460792114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I wont have to leave alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6543428444955580122?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6543428444955580122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6543428444955580122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6543428444955580122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6543428444955580122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/humanism-is-philosophical-movement-that.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SIiUnAmgozI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZZvyKS80uaE/s72-c/unknown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7514457603707273997</id><published>2008-07-23T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:39.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired (yawns) I'm lethargic (yawns) I'm blown out man (yawns) My bones are aching (yawns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does the familiarity feel so foreign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our happiness depends on our deposition, not our circumstances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yawns) Nights, (Yawns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SIctSjM-1nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xj4PyFg6dy8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SIctSjM-1nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xj4PyFg6dy8/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226195689297335922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.s. Miss Uncle Mobeen's Ribena so much &gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7514457603707273997?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7514457603707273997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7514457603707273997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7514457603707273997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7514457603707273997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-tired-yawns-im-lethargic-yawns-im.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SIctSjM-1nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xj4PyFg6dy8/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-7252057423262409686</id><published>2008-07-19T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:24:02.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My neck is so stiff and my back hurts like fuck. And, why is my life so hectic?! Poly is supposed to be motherfucking slack, goddamnit. And did I mention this, some idiotic person went to ask Liyuan if we had sex. Otherwise, how could we possibly be together for so long? I just couldn't help but laugh okay. Obviously, he watches too much porn. Love is sex? Wow. Poor soul, he needs to get alive. Not everyone is brainless enough to be sexually active when they're only 17. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to those people who care, my dad is outta ICU. Love y'all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fingers trace your every outline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Paint a picture with my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Change the weather still together when it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-7252057423262409686?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/7252057423262409686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=7252057423262409686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7252057423262409686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/7252057423262409686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-neck-is-so-stiff-and-my-back-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-5389612936591842362</id><published>2008-07-16T22:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH4dosL7iaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xJUmv9KFxEo/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH4dosL7iaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xJUmv9KFxEo/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223645202689526178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH4duvgY01I/AAAAAAAAAW8/38Yej9_KOpM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH4duvgY01I/AAAAAAAAAW8/38Yej9_KOpM/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223645306659853138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay this is what i'm gonna post tmrw, which is today for you anyway. I'm kinda against double postings?! Dont ask me, I just think it annoys me when I dont get which comes first and I have to read and figure it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......, my dad's not getting better YET. But I'm pretty sure he will, I'm confident he will and I have damnit lot of faith. Love ya, dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so today(ystd) was Bean &amp;amp; I, again. Caught Hancock. Well, not too bad for a superhero film. The plot was so much better compared to Iron Man and Hulk! At least, it had some surprise elements. In all honesty, i think im secretly bisexual. I think Charlize Theron is so freakin mother hot, burning and sexy! Man......., ugh, whatever. God is fair, remember? Stop whining and start cramming Econs, then you'll be smart and Charlize Theron will envy you for your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my draft FOM slides and like just found out there are 38 resellers/distributors for Apple Inc in SG!!! WTFOMGBBQKNN? I thought there were only 3. My, siandiaoxxxxxxxzzzzzz ttm )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shoutout to all the JC people who sent their little surveys: I DID IT ALL :O&lt;br /&gt;Such a true friend, aint it? :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-5389612936591842362?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/5389612936591842362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=5389612936591842362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5389612936591842362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/5389612936591842362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-this-is-what-im-gonna-post-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH4dosL7iaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xJUmv9KFxEo/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2128642735166580370</id><published>2008-07-16T09:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH1Jd4--aPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_SU0U5LiLA8/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH1Jd4--aPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_SU0U5LiLA8/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223411920681199858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life's been a bitch recently. Not emo or anything, just lots of doubts. Well, i haven't been partying or anything in a long time. I barely get enough time to hangout with my friends. What more do i have for myself and oh hoho, my parents are both back in Sg. They flew in in a hustle, something bad happened there. So ,I've been thinking if I really should go to HK this year end. Maybe I just wanna go back to Indo, spent time, go travel around the country and hang with my mom and dad. I do miss them 'sides, I don't really wanna live with regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOM slides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOM revision&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IP reserach/report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ITAM proj&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ECONS revision&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up my room (I think there's a layer of dust and hairstrands?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sort out my closet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a haircut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I will think of two more to fill my list. I've been juggling with so many things and school honestly, made it worse. I loathe school! Oh, I think I got an idea for 9 &amp;amp; 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    9. Cycling&lt;br /&gt;    10. Buy lots of new books, clothes etc; whatever that makes me feel therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should just clone me, so Jacq(a) can go to school and stone, while Jacq(b) sleeps and reads at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2128642735166580370?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2128642735166580370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2128642735166580370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2128642735166580370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2128642735166580370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-been-bitch-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SH1Jd4--aPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_SU0U5LiLA8/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-6148134316192388803</id><published>2008-07-13T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:55:49.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do we have to learn Accounting? It's so stupid. I don't even like to account for things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-6148134316192388803?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/6148134316192388803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=6148134316192388803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6148134316192388803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/6148134316192388803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-we-have-to-learn-accounting-its.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2524003314409005186</id><published>2008-07-11T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:14:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59LnsrWkyFM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59LnsrWkyFM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there are not many people I can depend on.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2524003314409005186?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2524003314409005186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2524003314409005186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2524003314409005186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2524003314409005186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/currently-there-are-not-many-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-2663660213037253845</id><published>2008-07-08T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:23:00.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Everything has beauty&lt;/strong&gt;, but not everyone sees it." I love this quote. It reminds me of how flawed I am as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-2663660213037253845?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/2663660213037253845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=2663660213037253845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2663660213037253845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/2663660213037253845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-has-beauty-but-not-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-44845862194495650</id><published>2008-06-27T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:45:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I was told to have my birthday wishes listed out.&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;1) jacket&lt;br /&gt;2) novels&lt;br /&gt;3) perfume&lt;br /&gt;4) bags&lt;br /&gt;5) watch&lt;br /&gt;6) marry a m/billionaire&lt;br /&gt;7) cards (?)&lt;br /&gt;8) Your phone number!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it? Guess so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-44845862194495650?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/44845862194495650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=44845862194495650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/44845862194495650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/44845862194495650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-i-was-told-to-have-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901871.post-8677847037862838210</id><published>2008-06-26T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, been a long while, isn't it? This blog certainly feels like an old friend to me. I tell it everything (not), prolly most things I'd want to remember in the near future. I lost my goddamn phone, damnit! It's only like fucking three months! Holy Mother. I swear I didn't mean to be so ugh about it, but shit it man! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Friends, Brothers, Sisters and whoever alike, if you want you mobile number to be known, please text me with your name please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo, speaking of old friends... I miss Dan. Can't help it, you know? Miss the days when we sat in class together, talking about everything under the sun, bitching about teachers and people, hogging the phone all night, laughing at stupid things....Was fun being tablemates, aint it? We tend to overlook some aspects of our lives as we grow. After awhile of not meeting up regularly, not letting you into my life, not sharing and not listening, it feels harder than ever to open up again. You get me, right? After not doing it for awhile, it seems tough to even find a starting point. Where do I start? But, I really miss Dan. I miss you so much. Some days I'll just wonder how you're coping, how is your love life, how are things at home, if you are happy and if you are thinking about me. So my birthday's coming, and Dan just had to tell me how much I've been leaving him outta my life haha. Being reminded that you're loved is such a magical feeling. I know Dan will never forget me because we shared so much as young individuals. At that time, we weren't mature or whatever, but we were definitely much happier. Although we've drifted but some things will never change. I still do picture myself sitting on Dan's bed, laughing at his goofiness, talking and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SGNArfgCrOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Lw8vvUTb3xA/s1600-h/DSCN3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SGNArfgCrOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Lw8vvUTb3xA/s320/DSCN3226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216083909359611106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will be my best friend forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I feel like going to the Zoo tmrw. Bean? And Onyu has yet to call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a 2 days work week seems like a pretty good idea. No school for me on Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat and Sun! Lucky Girl :3 Have fun, you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901871-8677847037862838210?l=mustbeanape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/feeds/8677847037862838210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901871&amp;postID=8677847037862838210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8677847037862838210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901871/posts/default/8677847037862838210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustbeanape.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-been-long-while-isnt-it-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>haha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBUdsUYv76g/SGNArfgCrOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Lw8vvUTb3xA/s72-c/DSCN3226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
