<?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-6912872057329601763</id><updated>2011-12-22T01:30:26.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'># ` Life of an Out-Cheerleader ___x</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3082126173472920818</id><published>2009-03-16T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:58:12.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-[Edited]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, my SIM card was malfunctioning on me, but now, after making a trip down to Plaza Singapura, I've gotten a new SIM card. And now, I've to work on copying down all my contacts into my SIM card. I written down all on paper yesterday. God, believe it or not, seven pages straight. Man, how long have it been since I've write so many stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also bought a laptop case at Ripples shop. I hope I dont see another one that I'd fall greatlyin love with. And the design is simple, aint stylish type. I guess I'm heading into the geek style, together with my this hairstyle. Today I saw a geek guy who's really very cute. Oh my god, I think I'm being influenced by Peiyu! Maybe it's time for a change. Geeks over dragonboaters? I can't make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Bad luck always around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3082126173472920818?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3082126173472920818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3082126173472920818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3082126173472920818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3082126173472920818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sim-cards-faulty.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3530172530032909483</id><published>2009-03-14T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:56:14.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the end, I didnt went to the IT fair to change the irritating hard drive. My sister came back home just in time and my brother used her double-port USB 2.0 cable to try. Surprisingly, it works. I'm glad in a way, and I've also learnt a great lesson not to buy stuffs that I'm not familiar with. Blame it on my brother who dont wanna help me at all. *Puff* My brother, he's a computer expert but he hates butting into my business, so I thank him big time this time. All left for me to do is to get that cable. My sister says she's gonna find one for me, so I hope she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother also help me to settle my laptop cause he's so pissed that it loads so slow although I think it's okay. I'm so glad that now everything's just fine. My sister says my laptop skin I cut it too big and it looks ugly. Should I cut it to fit again or? I dont know, I scared that will ruin it again. Maybe I shouldnt do the laptop skin myself afterall. God,why am I regretting now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x SMILES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3530172530032909483?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3530172530032909483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3530172530032909483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3530172530032909483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3530172530032909483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-end-i-didnt-went-to-it-fair-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1618802504119000494</id><published>2009-03-13T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:29:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with Lydia today to JP and IT Fair. Lydia reached freaking early, however, I'm opposite. Sorry about that! I didnt saw her at the MRT, nor she recognised me. So hilarious! Okay, me and my weird hairstyle. How I wished I could change it totally. I agree with Lydia, I look lyk a Japanese doll. Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate BK at JP and then we went to do mani-cure. It was my idea, but Lydia went along with me. I messed up one of my fingers when it havent dry up. The lady told me that I'd to wait like three hours then it'll fully dry up? I was like oh my god, then Lydia had to help me take my everything in case I damage it again. But it was quite interesting, for my first time doing. Lydia's like, "Oh my god, it's so shiny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Fair is like so so so big and swamped with people. I only wished that I was either very very tall, or very very short, cause I kept bumping into people, or vise versa. I asked Lydia to pass me back my phone cause I'm scared that we'll be seperated and cant find each other. It'll be the worse scenerio but luckily, we dint. I saw Yongjian woking down there at some Sony Camera Booth, or should I say he's the one who saw me? I'm amazed that he can recognised me with my new hairstyle and also shouted out my name so so LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much thing to see there, which amazed me that how many electronics that the world had produced, and obviously, how materialistic people were. I'm not an exceptional too. Both of us just ended up glancing throught the stuffs instead of really looking through it. We didn't find any suitable laptop bags. Maybe there is, but that's only for MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking and walking around and round, I finally decided on to buy the Toshiba hard drive. 250 GB for $83. I think is quite cheap but but but, I'm freaking pissed when it can't load on my laptop, wheareas it does on my desktop. How stupid is that? My brother's gonna help me with it, hopefully it'll end up working. I'm so not wanting to go back to Suntec! But the possibilities doesnt seem that high. I wished that if I've to, my brother will drive me there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Lydia and I each bought a Laptop Skin! It's freaking cool! I think I'm a fussy customer cause I'm in love with the skin that the people there hung up, so I requested for that. Then they hadto bring a ladder out and climb all the way up to take it down for me. I'm so sorry! Although it's not the one that I fell-in-love-at-first-sight, I'm pretty pleased with the design. Lydia says it just so me. Lydia chose another one that's white based, but with black drawings with butterflies etc. I think it's cool as well, cause it's white based! Still, how I wished that my laptop was white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pasted it on my laptop, myself! I'm so proud of myself now! Well, my skills not that good, so if you just refrain from looking it closely, I look it looks perfect. Please ignore the corners or some cutting edges, cause it's not well done at all. My brother kept teasing me saying that it's very ugly. I agree, but! It's my first time doing it alright!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Here's the laptop skin and my hard drive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SbqEyWGnc4I/AAAAAAAAB1g/aDx7JhFc81k/s1600-h/P1303090003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312704710898578306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SbqEyWGnc4I/AAAAAAAAB1g/aDx7JhFc81k/s320/P1303090003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SbqE6j6VuiI/AAAAAAAAB1o/l9CfeHpbvEY/s1600-h/P1303090005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312704852044134946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SbqE6j6VuiI/AAAAAAAAB1o/l9CfeHpbvEY/s320/P1303090005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I remembered this : FOC is Freshmen Orientation Camp. How dumb. Thanks to Lydia's cousin, Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x SO GLAD, SO SAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1618802504119000494?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1618802504119000494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1618802504119000494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1618802504119000494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1618802504119000494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-out-with-lydia-today-to-jp-and.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SbqEyWGnc4I/AAAAAAAAB1g/aDx7JhFc81k/s72-c/P1303090003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2820982797367767711</id><published>2009-03-11T12:12:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:52:03.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WARREN DAY PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-176Zg5I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/o1Q32HrtO_o/s1600-h/Patio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783381843411858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-176Zg5I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/o1Q32HrtO_o/s320/Patio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patio Cafe. Pretty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-CvcnXQI/AAAAAAAABzg/c25Xrt6a6UI/s1600-h/P1003090019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782502323936514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-CvcnXQI/AAAAAAAABzg/c25Xrt6a6UI/s320/P1003090019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-s51oo8I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/nXhdcMuDTfg/s1600-h/P1003090021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783226667738050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-s51oo8I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/nXhdcMuDTfg/s320/P1003090021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-nlJNHwI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Ivmd-c4TIPY/s1600-h/P1003090022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783135213330178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-nlJNHwI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Ivmd-c4TIPY/s320/P1003090022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_MN80x8I/AAAAAAAAB0w/38vYjby1WyQ/s1600-h/Yuya+and+Alida+at+Warren.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783764642547650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_MN80x8I/AAAAAAAAB0w/38vYjby1WyQ/s320/Yuya+and+Alida+at+Warren.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_F12JIOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/istLpsFQvh8/s1600-h/Weijie+and+Yuya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783655092855010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_F12JIOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/istLpsFQvh8/s320/Weijie+and+Yuya.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weijie and Yuya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc--2X9F4I/AAAAAAAAB0g/LzlT7206JN0/s1600-h/Weijie+and+Alida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783534975588226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc--2X9F4I/AAAAAAAAB0g/LzlT7206JN0/s320/Weijie+and+Alida.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weijie and Alida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-jIK1JTI/AAAAAAAAB0A/e0GNpDFucAc/s1600-h/Golfer+Terrace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783058716042546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-jIK1JTI/AAAAAAAAB0A/e0GNpDFucAc/s320/Golfer+Terrace.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Golfer Terrace. I love the green and lively golf course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-eYqmBVI/AAAAAAAABz4/D3xbJBa0RFc/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782977244890450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-eYqmBVI/AAAAAAAABz4/D3xbJBa0RFc/s320/DSC01100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-ZujaKuI/AAAAAAAABzw/zmEXw5nBJdw/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782897220987618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-ZujaKuI/AAAAAAAABzw/zmEXw5nBJdw/s320/DSC01081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-MtBie-I/AAAAAAAABzo/eHBLri9ok0A/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782673472191458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-MtBie-I/AAAAAAAABzo/eHBLri9ok0A/s320/DSC01077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc94KD9kqI/AAAAAAAABzY/7_MxiWy912s/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782320489730722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc94KD9kqI/AAAAAAAABzY/7_MxiWy912s/s320/DSC01087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9wBieRjI/AAAAAAAABzQ/fk5vn7Oh-48/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782180762830386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9wBieRjI/AAAAAAAABzQ/fk5vn7Oh-48/s320/DSC01068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guy is Alan, Girl is crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9rbMLcRI/AAAAAAAABzI/Pu7qAgg5qzQ/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782101749297426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9rbMLcRI/AAAAAAAABzI/Pu7qAgg5qzQ/s320/DSC01066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9mNlFTUI/AAAAAAAABzA/J2SNMSaruc0/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782012196310338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9mNlFTUI/AAAAAAAABzA/J2SNMSaruc0/s320/DSC01065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9gfyozbI/AAAAAAAABy4/vDurwSNklxw/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311781914005786034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9gfyozbI/AAAAAAAABy4/vDurwSNklxw/s320/DSC01063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9cD_2qkI/AAAAAAAAByw/LSibtOf95p4/s1600-h/Alida,+Khan+and+Yuya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311781837825550914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9cD_2qkI/AAAAAAAAByw/LSibtOf95p4/s320/Alida,+Khan+and+Yuya.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alida, Khan and Yuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9VyqTWKI/AAAAAAAAByo/p2R3rMZzzaY/s1600-h/P1003090020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311781730092538018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9VyqTWKI/AAAAAAAAByo/p2R3rMZzzaY/s320/P1003090020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9RweFV8I/AAAAAAAAByg/hjZnGyLKkQU/s1600-h/Alan+Phua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311781660784940994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc9RweFV8I/AAAAAAAAByg/hjZnGyLKkQU/s320/Alan+Phua.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rubiks cube. I'm so sian of it, but I forgotten how to solve it. Lols, sorry anisa, your coaching... gone in another waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;CLASS GATHERING DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc7gW7I2nI/AAAAAAAAByQ/utCs0hFox0s/s1600-h/Class+gathering+080309..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311779712602266226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc7gW7I2nI/AAAAAAAAByQ/utCs0hFox0s/s320/Class+gathering+080309..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc7YoTcEkI/AAAAAAAAByI/50muN_L5v7A/s1600-h/Class+gathering+080309+-+girls+only.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311779579828638274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc7YoTcEkI/AAAAAAAAByI/50muN_L5v7A/s320/Class+gathering+080309+-+girls+only.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc7OalzVUI/AAAAAAAAByA/yuOv4kiNM70/s1600-h/Class+gathering+080309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311779404348872002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc7OalzVUI/AAAAAAAAByA/yuOv4kiNM70/s320/Class+gathering+080309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc8oLAvbiI/AAAAAAAAByY/gdR9fMyRG2Q/s1600-h/Break+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311780946355121698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc8oLAvbiI/AAAAAAAAByY/gdR9fMyRG2Q/s320/Break+time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you believe this message really exist? Well, it's from 7-11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc677yGS8I/AAAAAAAABx4/Igs_eVdPGEc/s1600-h/Alida"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311779086841301954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc677yGS8I/AAAAAAAABx4/Igs_eVdPGEc/s320/Alida" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc6zjzjefI/AAAAAAAABxw/7YAGdj4voZk/s1600-h/Yuya+jumping"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311778942966004210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc6zjzjefI/AAAAAAAABxw/7YAGdj4voZk/s320/Yuya+jumping" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc6vfthSaI/AAAAAAAABxo/qz4AizGkpRc/s1600-h/Yuya+at+MRT+linkway"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311778873147476386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc6vfthSaI/AAAAAAAABxo/qz4AizGkpRc/s320/Yuya+at+MRT+linkway" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc6Rh5nJxI/AAAAAAAABxg/hFzcgz-Pu7U/s1600-h/Aldia+jumping"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311778358338987794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc6Rh5nJxI/AAAAAAAABxg/hFzcgz-Pu7U/s320/Aldia+jumping" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;RANDOM PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_opy_N5I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/db_5Ir-Art8/s1600-h/P1402090000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311784253153818514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_opy_N5I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/db_5Ir-Art8/s320/P1402090000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tea set at MOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_jEv55iI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/NnH5ZWMo05E/s1600-h/P1112080001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311784157309429282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_jEv55iI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/NnH5ZWMo05E/s320/P1112080001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this photo is from ages back, but it's still left uncatergorized in my photo album, so then, it's not blogged? I dont know, but I miss my fringe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_fEbul4I/AAAAAAAAB1I/JbXsTU0x7vI/s1600-h/P1003090052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311784088505325442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_fEbul4I/AAAAAAAAB1I/JbXsTU0x7vI/s320/P1003090052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bangs, so straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_X76uLHI/AAAAAAAAB1A/xPyvrMSGCKg/s1600-h/Sweets+-+from+Alida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783965960318066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_X76uLHI/AAAAAAAAB1A/xPyvrMSGCKg/s320/Sweets+-+from+Alida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This's Alida's valentine's present for me. Did I blog it up before? Nevermind, it's tasty and cute as well! Thanks, Alida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_RqTtN6I/AAAAAAAAB04/ZFz7FRyHLck/s1600-h/Yuya+-+fringe+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783858154059682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc_RqTtN6I/AAAAAAAAB04/ZFz7FRyHLck/s320/Yuya+-+fringe+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fringe is up up up and away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Well, later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;Pictures say a thousand words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2820982797367767711?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2820982797367767711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2820982797367767711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2820982797367767711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2820982797367767711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/warren-day-photos-patio-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sbc-176Zg5I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/o1Q32HrtO_o/s72-c/Patio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3483035771271880775</id><published>2009-03-10T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:24:47.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SP Enrolment today. My brother and mother went along with me. My brother had lessons in the afternoon so we went in the morning, lyk one of the very first? I asked then to come along cause I dont wanna be the blur blur one down there. Unfortunately, they dint helpme alot except to help me carry my laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the L1010 Fujitsu Laptop, cause it's heavy, around 2.2kg. My brother says it' not really worth it although the choice to make is mine. So I went ahead and bought the S6420 Lifebook. It doesnt come in white at SP, so it kind of disappointed me. But, what's done done. And then I went to T18 level 4 to configure my laptop. I'm in a daze down there cause I've no idea what's happening so kinda make a foolof myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that my SP Student Card is HORRIBLE? As in my face. I know that I dont look good, but the photo ... it's worse than my NRIC. I swear I'm gonna say I lose it and have it retake again. It's just ten bucks for replacement. And that photo better not be used for Ezlink card. If not, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also signed up for two camps there. SB Freshmen Orientation camp and also, Sports Club Camp. It's a craze thing to do but well, I like them both.It'll do me good in future, I think. I paid a total of around $23, and I really hope something good will come out of it? I'm going to be really busy later on, kills time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Warren to get my cheque today. Too bad Andus wasnt around, if not can joke with him. Nothing much changes down there, except that there's a few more part timers employed. I didnt see their faces cause they werent around at that point of time, but Joshua told Alida and I that there's this guy called Yuyang, he fought with words with Auntie Anna. It was a WOW. I mean at least there'll be some respect left to not fight with someone older than you? But, I praise him for that courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Patio later and stayed there very long.Cam-whored with Alida, and asked Alan to join in as well. Alan was very nice, he treated us to drinks and food. Yummy. Anyways, it's still very nice down there. I recalled that tym when I had to go to Patio to work for two days, I wouldnt mind now that I know people down there. Yeah, they're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the photos (at warren, talent quest and class gathering) probably tomorrow, so now, back to beautifying my laptop. Tough job. Later peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3483035771271880775?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3483035771271880775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3483035771271880775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3483035771271880775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3483035771271880775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sp-enrolment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-6528869061249913588</id><published>2009-03-09T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:09:01.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANDUS ONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give him all my wishes on this very day, and hope he'll be happy on this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I went to finish up the stupid medical checkup today. Quick, but wasted. I still havent got use to the pricy bus fares. Sorry about repeating non-stop about it, I'm really getting real poor because of that. And rain caught me well, wetted my whole feet and shoes and bag blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rebonded my hair, it's very straight, very flat, but very smooth. I cut bangs, for the very first time, and maybe I should have done that in the first place? It kinda look very very very weird on me. I missed my steppys fringe. Well, rebonding really takes a long time. Three hour plus, and I can't wash my hair till wednesday night? Gosh, kill me for being that dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costed me one hundred and forty bucks. Pain in my wallet! My hair's flat, my fringe's weird, but I hope it'll get better. I'm going to enrol in SP tomorrow, and get my laptop! YAY! I'm taking a photoshot for the bus pass and student pass too, but ... I'll really look sucky in those. Not to forget, finally I can get my cheque and more money money money! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Talent Quest with Alida, her father and her brother. We dint get lost, maybe because her father was there to lead us. I'd definitely lose my way there. It was a long wait before we can finally enter the auditorium because the rehearsals went overtime. The contestants have a lot of power, but some of their songs, they're not to my liking. Too noisy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Alida and I dint stay till the results release. We went back first, leaving her dad and brother behind. And we took photos down at the MRT linkway. Pretty stupid dumb, isnt it? But finally ... PHOTOS! I'll get it from Alida soon and blog it IF I'm getting hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-6528869061249913588?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6528869061249913588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=6528869061249913588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6528869061249913588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6528869061249913588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-andus-ong-i-give-him.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5598797157439657594</id><published>2009-03-08T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:33:55.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO EDDIE TAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the Talent Quest contest later, just to let you know, I'm going there as an audience, not as a contestant. Dont think too high about me, there's freaking no way I'll be in it. I'm going with Alida too and hope we'll find our way around. Maybe something abnormal will happen when we're there to watch the concert? I hope so, and I'm gonna make myself enjoy it although I dont know what the hell there's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5598797157439657594?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5598797157439657594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5598797157439657594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5598797157439657594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5598797157439657594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-17th-birthday-to-eddie-tan-im.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8591379467830799275</id><published>2009-03-07T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:18:40.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Sunny Sunshine, may I ask where are you? Are you on a date with Miss Little Rainy? Hardly any sun today at Sentosa, but quite alot of drizzling. Alida and I only spent around one hour there before the weather changes into the least likeable at beach. Luckily we left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun-tanning today at Sentosa was a total failure for me, but perhaps a success for Alida. The color difference on my arm is still the same, no change in it and it really really sucks. Alida had sunburn though, as usual. BUT, she's still very very very white. We had nachos while tanning, yum yum. Fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-dinner was at Harbour Front McDonalds because BK was FULL. I so wanted to eat BK, but we had to give in to our little stomach. I bought chocolate for Eddie as it's his birthday tomorrow, and also a card. And there goes the money I'd just withdraw from DBS atm machine. Sorry Alida, that I spent quite some time deciding. And maybe that's why I hate buying presents cause it really hard for me to be decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class gathering today at Elina's house. I was pretty dumb to have "fall" into the deeper water when Alida already told me that it WASNT shallow. I ended up "peeing" in my pants. It's so wet. I guess no one noticed? It was a laughing stock. Actually Alida and I didn't intend to stay for so long but then it was kinda cool down at the clubhouse. I loved the Kbox room down there cause mostly there's only Alida, Germaine and I down there, then I can lay back and slack my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie came later, and I was bullied by him. NICE! I was just gonna revenge back. My poor hands. I guessed I pinched him back just as hard. Sorry! And I kicked anyhow and almost kicked Ervin's .... OOPS! I'm so sorry! He joined gang with Eddie. Dont blame me man! It's just natual reflex. You learnt in Biology, right? ^^ Alida and I also went to play mahjong. It was still pretty boring for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, taking photos. Again, there's more guys then girls. Guys are more on than girls huh? Anyways, I think it's fun in a way. I shall upload the photos when I know where to get them and blog it. Elina! I still owe you some money, dont forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8591379467830799275?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8591379467830799275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8591379467830799275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8591379467830799275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8591379467830799275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-sunny-sunshine-may-i-ask-where-are.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7144626956750527386</id><published>2009-03-06T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:18:21.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dentist. I should've never heard of this. I should've kept my distance away from them. But it'll still find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I went to dentist today, as ORDERED by my mum, and reminded numerous times, again and again, non-stop. Appointment's at eleven! Blah blah, at nine oclock, I was woken up, for the BREAKFAST. Can you feel how absurd it is in my stand? Please, I was only supposed to wake at by ten-thirty the most. Geez, it spoiled my morning mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist is one of the things that I fredded over most, cause they'll make you understand the word PAIN exactly, and let you know seeing blood in another way. And, I experienced both today, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they're good, in ALL areas, especially making you feel despair, I'd thank them. For the sake of my teeth. And another good thing is they definitely know how to earn $$. Just one visit there today, I spent over a hundred dollars. Not that I really spend it, it's that my mum spend a hundred over dollars on my teeth. It'd have been better if the money is spent on ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about dentist stuffs. I totally have nothing to blog about, and bye-bye here. I'm going to watch Bleach now. It sounds stupid to re-watch it, but it kills time, FAST. But I'll be left with nothing to watch in a few more days. In four days, I watched a hundred plus episode. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x BORED, but I love the life now. SLACK is YUYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7144626956750527386?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7144626956750527386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7144626956750527386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7144626956750527386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7144626956750527386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-523038188174760319</id><published>2009-03-02T16:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:56:47.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe him sweets. And he's chasing after it. LOL. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308510799893700706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SauecmH9IGI/AAAAAAAABxQ/2DGbd60ayyc/s320/L1010_WHITE2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sauee2_6iVI/AAAAAAAABxY/NfsSKsQNnIU/s1600-h/fujitsu-led-notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308510838783117650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/Sauee2_6iVI/AAAAAAAABxY/NfsSKsQNnIU/s320/fujitsu-led-notebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Fujitsu L1010 SP. I'm going to get this laptop in white color. ^^ It's so nice! I'm counting down the days to my own new laptop. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky can I get? Oh man, that really sucks. I dont wanna say the reason, cause it really pisses me off. I've to go back to the clinic AGAIN. Geeezzzzz. Anyways, I'm freaking proud of myself to find the location of the NGHD clinic's location! Why the hell is it so difficult to locate? I have no freaking idea. Now what's left is to go to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-523038188174760319?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/523038188174760319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=523038188174760319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/523038188174760319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/523038188174760319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-fujitsu-l1010-sp.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SauecmH9IGI/AAAAAAAABxQ/2DGbd60ayyc/s72-c/L1010_WHITE2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-6477546325852695926</id><published>2009-03-01T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:47:31.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY! NO MORE WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely an occasion to celebrate, but there's no one to do that with me though. Who'd care? It's my hell of a problem. Anyways, I went out with Alida today. I've just realized that this is the very first time that I've gone out with Alida on a Sunday. Have you realize it too, Alida? We went to look at cameras at Sim Lim Square. And to price's so much cheaper compared to Harvey Norman, even when it's on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking packed on the bus. Alright, say I'm racist or not, but for the very today, fuck the *******! They keep on squeezing and squeezing nd moving and moving, god, problematic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alida and I went to eat don't know called what Western food at Bugis Junction. It was good, yummy, delicious. Yes, and I'm now very sick of soft drinks. They're so ewwww, cause I drank one whole Big Gulp down my throat. After eating, we went neoprints! And we also took the cards kind of neoprint. The only one I took was in Secondary one and it's stuck on my OP wallet. It was so nerd! This one is so much better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran in the rain to the bus stop today. RAIN. It's so freaking hot in the afternoon, and now? Rain. How nice. COLD ON BUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x I'm re-watching Bleach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-6477546325852695926?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6477546325852695926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=6477546325852695926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6477546325852695926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6477546325852695926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-no-more-work-this-is-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2575213660223969494</id><published>2009-02-25T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:58:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SaSzni4iKCI/AAAAAAAABxA/cF87OSyh9Fw/s1600-h/galilep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306563752909482018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SaSzni4iKCI/AAAAAAAABxA/cF87OSyh9Fw/s320/galilep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galileo. It's going to be out in movie tomorrow! Looking forward to it! Say cheers! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Smile my smile out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2575213660223969494?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2575213660223969494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2575213660223969494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2575213660223969494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2575213660223969494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/galileo.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SaSzni4iKCI/AAAAAAAABxA/cF87OSyh9Fw/s72-c/galilep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5650997943282503056</id><published>2009-02-23T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:55:32.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally decided to blog, cause I'm busying waching japanese dramas. And! Galileo's continue movie is going to be out on 26 February. I'm looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday and sunday, I worked at Patio. Maybe I should be glad that I'm not working at Golfer Terrace, cause it was freaking busy. The siren sounded cause it was RAINING whole day. Patio was not bad, only that I dont really feel comfortable around there. It was like when I'd just started working at GT. But it wasn't that busy at all. And the breeze there is COOLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lionel treated us steamboat on saturday! WOOTS. I didn't know, until when work at Patio ended earlier and I went up to find Alida. The steamboat soup was nice to drink. And when I reached home, there was cheesecake and dunplings for me to eat. Oh man, that was fattening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the Singapore Polytenic package finally arrived. I hate to read through the so many many words documents. The online registration was freaking long and hard to understand. I dont know why they dont want to make it simpler. Geez. Now, I'm thinking which laptop to buy. From polytenic or outside. Headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this medical checkup. Will there be injections? Man, I hate needles! And it's very expensive. The school's fee is more ... EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally five more days till I'm not working at Warren! Yippee! Oh yes, another one and a half month till the orientation. And school's offically starting on 20 April. And vacations ... very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5650997943282503056?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5650997943282503056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5650997943282503056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5650997943282503056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5650997943282503056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-finally-decided-to-blog-cause-im.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1616689453612279395</id><published>2009-02-20T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:15:09.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to my own blog, I havent got the mood to blog lately, cause things have been pretty upsetting in my stand. And you want to know why? Better not. I've learnt that to find a job, the job needs to have some criteria that will make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is supposed to be easy when one's spirit is high, isn't it? I'm trying that out for like three months already? But it seems that it doesn't make a point. When there's high, there'll be low. And why is there low? It's because of people. And people, they're just selfish. I'm not implying that I'm not, but just that I'm not that selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping each other is supposed to be a beauty, but why do I even get scolded for it? So right. And teamwork. F&amp;amp;B requires it, dont they? But why, everyone pushes blame away and also not help each other out? This place is not even past any standart of even kopitaim. All these damn things are so twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I make that statement? Cause I'm disappointed, pissed off, feddup, I wanna just fuck people who are like that upside down. Call me an evil person or whatever, maybe when you've been in this stand before, you might response worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just relieved that I'm left with seven more days to WORK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x When something is unable to describe with disappointed ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1616689453612279395?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1616689453612279395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1616689453612279395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1616689453612279395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1616689453612279395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-to-my-own-blog-i-havent-got-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7791074281669846743</id><published>2009-02-15T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:24:08.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; day today. I slept till around two (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't think that I'm a pig, I'm just prone to sleeping at least twelve hours per day&lt;/span&gt;), and then wake up to eat my breakfast. After that, I used computer to complete watching Galileo, and then back to sleep at around five plus. I was forced to wake up at eight oclock by my MUM, cause she thinks I sleep too much. Oh man, then I went down to buy my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie mee, chin chow, yoghurt milk, and hotdogs. My dinner! ^^ I'm pleased that I can gobble them up. I shared the hotdogs and chin chow with my mum and brother though. It's kind of a success, as in I'm finally touching kitchen things. (Cooking, I mean in exact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Seventeen magazine. Taylor Swift, she's so cool. I kinda idolize her, but not to that extent that I would be craze over her. She's young, pretty and smart in music. Her songs ... they really means a lot. I think she'd continue to top in her next few years too. Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7791074281669846743?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7791074281669846743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7791074281669846743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7791074281669846743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7791074281669846743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-great-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5221681999287511204</id><published>2009-02-14T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:31:28.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SZbxNldEN_I/AAAAAAAABww/KpeQU778woQ/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302690826969954290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SZbxNldEN_I/AAAAAAAABww/KpeQU778woQ/s320/roses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For couples, good life. For singles, cheer up!&lt;/strong&gt; I really missed valentine's in school, all the gift exchanges ... It's really fun! I want to get chocolates! And also give chocolates to people! I remember last year I did something on my own which was terribly exhausting. I'd to spend two days to complete the presents. This year ... I'm just spending it with WORK, and ... SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have absolutely no life. People spend that with their BF or GF &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHILE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I spent half of today at WORK, can you even believe it? I'm supposingly off today, but ... I woke up five in the morning. I only slept for three hours. I tell you, I could really kill myself for that. I was super sotong in the morning, but can't actually blame, cause, I-dont-want-to-tell-you-why. I really want to thank Alex Daddy for concerning about me keeping on skipping meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Rachel in the later evening. I hate that ATM machine! I couldnt withdraw $20, and I ended with $50. And that really ... SUCKS. We went to dine in MOF Japanese Ice-cream. Alida told me it's nice, so I persuaded Rachel to eat with me. Yummy! I love the tan-tan ramen, the mocha frappe, and the ice-cream! It was freaking expensive too. Rachel and I each paid $24.60 for that. But, once in a while, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had $70 in my wallet at the beginning after withdrawing from ATM. After dinner and shopping at Bugis Street, I'M FREAKING BROKE. Zero dollars in my wallet, not even cents. Five cents? I bought a bag, shoes and two shirts. I'm currently on a spree, cause finally out REALLY doing shopping. I'm kind of happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BOUGHT JACKET FROM TOPSHOP. FIRST TIME IN HISTORY.&lt;/strong&gt; I went to I.P. Zone, Nike, Adidas, Espirit, Converse, Levis, BHG, Billabong, Everlast, Bugis street etc, and couldn't find a nice one! Nike is #$%&amp;amp;@#. How can it not have sizes?! It made me really disappointed as the jacket was damn nice. The last shop I went to with Rachel before we go home is Topshop. And there, this jacket caught my eyes. It's exactly what I wanted, and it's cool. "Break the rules" was on the jacket. It was $58.55 after discount, which is considered cheap as compared to Nike, $79 and Billabong, $99.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off at around nine plus. &lt;strong&gt;I've got to say that bus 960 was HELL&lt;/strong&gt;. Half an hour wait for just one bus which was full, and I couldnt board and ??? I'd to wait for another bus until it was TEN PLUS. Freak-ish. My sour legs. Anyways, thanks Rachel for accompanying me shopping. I think she also spent quite a sum with me arund. OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in total, today I spent around hundred and thrity dollars. I'm not a rich brat, just a brat who needs to shop for &lt;strong&gt;THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There're many explanations that people do not understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wont be replying tags for the moment cause I'm kind of lazy .. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;LOVE.&lt;/strong&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/6912872057329601763-5221681999287511204?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5221681999287511204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5221681999287511204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5221681999287511204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5221681999287511204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-for-couples-good.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SZbxNldEN_I/AAAAAAAABww/KpeQU778woQ/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8099938565514727327</id><published>2009-02-12T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:07:03.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Vivo with Sabrina today. Lunched there at the Jia Xiang Mian store, cause I've never tried it before. Pretty nice, maybe it's quite normal? But it's over-priced, in my opinion. Six bucks for a tiny little bowl of noodles? Hey, they can do better, dont they? Okay, I shall stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we watched Bride Wars! Yes, I've finally walked into the cinema after like so long? Oh yes, if I'm not wrong, is this the first movie I've watched this very new year? Perhaps, unless my memory failed me. The movie was hilarious, but I envy the bonding both of them have. I think maybe in real life, unless a miracle happen, this would never be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS FARE. It was damn expensive! Just a to and fro trip, my bus card left with three dollars plus from seven dollars plus. Gosh, that really is un-reasonable! Oh man, the petition against high bus fares for students going to poly should be made known worldwide! Arggghhh, I've to top up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was called back to work today, UNWILLINGLY.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was already out of house, on my way to Vivo?! I already said &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; people just dont know the meaning of &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;? Whatever, I was freaking pissed, upset, blah blah. I should've turned off my damn phone. I shall not answer phone calls from that some one ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't continue saying, if nots, Sabrina gonna say I'm emotionally high. Am I that bad? Hey, at least I didn't use fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Glad that the resgnation letter has been tendered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8099938565514727327?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8099938565514727327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8099938565514727327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8099938565514727327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8099938565514727327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-went-vivo-with-sabrina-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8858942987928715360</id><published>2009-02-10T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:18:50.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SZBuSR-cnRI/AAAAAAAABwo/wIy-iRlWXXo/s1600-h/kuroshitsuji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300858021757099282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SZBuSR-cnRI/AAAAAAAABwo/wIy-iRlWXXo/s320/kuroshitsuji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuroshitsuji.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally caught up with it, cause it's sub came out very slow, and I'm sick of waiting for it since last year? How great. This is a bravo anime, another must-watch-all-time-favourite. It's funny in many ways, especially when the butler, Sebastian, kept teasing his master, Ciel. But the both of them have a very deep bonding, and they've a contract. Sebastian have to keep protecting Ciel, and Ciel has to give his soul in exhange. Ciel is so catchy, although you may think that Sebastian is more handsome. It's still ongoing, so I'm going to wait and wait for it. I wonder how it'll go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian favourite catch-phrase, "I'm just one hell of a butler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how am I suppose to write a resignation letter? I've a format of that, but the problem is, who do I write that to? Oh gosh, I've got to remember to ask! &lt;strong&gt;ASK&lt;/strong&gt;! Argghhh. How forgetful am I?! To HR? What's the name of that person? I've to dig that out too. How tiresome when there's so much things to do to one simple letter. I feel dumb doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously hungry in the evening time, and you-know-that-you-dont-want-to-know-why. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks Khan! For the ice-cream!&lt;/strong&gt; At least it kept my stomach stomach from growling. I asked him to treat me one scoop of ice-cream but he gave me one stick of ice-cream. Cool! A cup of milo and ice-cream for my dinner, how nice it is. But luckily I got myself a big supper! French fries and rojak from the shops at my blk downstairs. It cured my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone worked really hard today, for clearing all the things for the stupid pest control thing. And Andus and I were really feddup with someone. Anyways, I dont wanna say too much, only that good luck to those people doing opening tomorrow! I'm going to miss Jacob at GT, cause he went down to Patio, and I'm gonna love Izzy, cause he's now at GT! Lets get well along with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I pissed? Yes I am. Badmouthing is all you can manage, isn't it? Fine, I accept it. Kepp up with the good work man. I hate that tone of yours, caring for only yourself. Die all you want, from starvation of one meal. I wonder how you'd survive in a drought. I may sound evil now, but please, the world not only lives for one person. Have an open heart. Say that I'm not respecting someone older than me, whatever. Giving me an attitude? Try me. I can return triple back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I even look lyk I'm the kind who respect those who dont even respect me? PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall stop complaining. I'll learn to take what it is, take it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Frustrated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8858942987928715360?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8858942987928715360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8858942987928715360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8858942987928715360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8858942987928715360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/kuroshitsuji.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SZBuSR-cnRI/AAAAAAAABwo/wIy-iRlWXXo/s72-c/kuroshitsuji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5594621381285259983</id><published>2009-02-09T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:01:54.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the photo's when I went to Lydia's house. Is it fun? Definitely! I'm sure the photos show that expression! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SY8Bj_fqQTI/AAAAAAAABwg/GosqAYjhDpo/s1600-h/Elaine,+Sabrina,+Qianmei,+Yuya,+Alida,+Lydia+and+Audrey..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300457004289638706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SY8Bj_fqQTI/AAAAAAAABwg/GosqAYjhDpo/s320/Elaine,+Sabrina,+Qianmei,+Yuya,+Alida,+Lydia+and+Audrey..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SY8BdohLIII/AAAAAAAABwY/JkvxozamxS4/s1600-h/Sabrina,+Audrey,+Qianmei,+Lydia,+Issac,+Yuya,+Elaine,+Alida,+Lydia%27s+mum+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300456895042756738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SY8BdohLIII/AAAAAAAABwY/JkvxozamxS4/s320/Sabrina,+Audrey,+Qianmei,+Lydia,+Issac,+Yuya,+Elaine,+Alida,+Lydia%27s+mum+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SY8BVijNSUI/AAAAAAAABwQ/h_aFiEb-9J8/s1600-h/Elaine,+Sabrina,+Qianmei,+Yuya,+Alida,+Lydia,+Audrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300456756001720642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SY8BVijNSUI/AAAAAAAABwQ/h_aFiEb-9J8/s320/Elaine,+Sabrina,+Qianmei,+Yuya,+Alida,+Lydia,+Audrey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5594621381285259983?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5594621381285259983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5594621381285259983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5594621381285259983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5594621381285259983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-photos-when-i-went-to-lydias.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SY8Bj_fqQTI/AAAAAAAABwg/GosqAYjhDpo/s72-c/Elaine,+Sabrina,+Qianmei,+Yuya,+Alida,+Lydia+and+Audrey..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-596547079079450940</id><published>2009-02-08T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:03:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't connect to blogger yesterday, so I shall now blog about yesterday. I met up with Lydia, Alida and Elina and CCK. Supposed to be watching Bride Wars, but ... $9.50 per ticket when we can just watch for $6 on weekdays?! No way man. So, we ate Ajisen! Elina's kinda like on a diet?! She only ate cold toufu and a sundae. The worse thing is she's not even &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm a pig with big big stomach you know? Cause I'm the only one who finished the ramen. Lydia, what happened to your black hole!? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Silver Fish too, when the silver fish I ordered together with my meal was ate clean up. Not too bad, at least I can still see that there's meat in the fish, and not plainly flour. It was yummy! Later on, we went to take neoprints at arcade. How ... childish? Nah, I think it's fun. So long since I've taken one. The poses lyk .. I think we're too old for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Lydia and I accompanied Alida into Warren. Last time is Lydia and Alida accompanied me. Lydia and I ordered a plate of wedges, and now then I know if I bring my friends to come here and eat, there's a thirty percent off. How slow am I to get to know this when I worked here for almost three months? Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at home. Finally finally finally, I ate chicken wings! My mum made pepper-salt chicken wings. (Direct translation from chinese) Yum! For those who don't know this, I dont eat chicken wings, although I eat KFC. What's the problem with me? I also dont know. Only that I feel that it's kind of too oily? Right, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel so much like school kid! I had to pass Amaths, Physics and Chemistry textbooks to Eddie, so I carried it on my hand. And I wore my school shoes! (Haa, it's very seasoned, very soft! ^^) I hadnt have this feeling for very long. The longing of going to school, carrying books on my hand. And first time I realised, the books were freaking heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, NO SCHOOL PLEASE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GT today was super busy. Or is it not? I'm not very sure, only that I know I had to walk non-stop, and had to do alot alot stuffs etc. And there's alot of long tables too. Gosh, this week's supposed to be not busy ... Andus told Ervia, " See? When you come, GT very busy." Aww, so sad. We only managed to start clearing our station when it's past last order. Imagine how busy was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very thirsty today! Cause there's seriously no room for drinking water, and I only take a very big gulp of water, and had to rush back to work. I'm not moody today, just very tired from walking. I should thanks Ervia for helping me out alot alot! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7-11 is my saviour for my stomach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-596547079079450940?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/596547079079450940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=596547079079450940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/596547079079450940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/596547079079450940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-couldnt-connect-to-blogger-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4768308391460025555</id><published>2009-02-05T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:04:34.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SYr94v5CSGI/AAAAAAAABwI/3TGqGkjdtvU/s1600-h/Kaijun,+Lydia,+Alida+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299327062925002850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SYr94v5CSGI/AAAAAAAABwI/3TGqGkjdtvU/s320/Kaijun,+Lydia,+Alida+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SYr9tEFVdKI/AAAAAAAABwA/qZWTYO6WCcE/s1600-h/Kaijun,+Alida,+Lydia+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299326862186869922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SYr9tEFVdKI/AAAAAAAABwA/qZWTYO6WCcE/s320/Kaijun,+Alida,+Lydia+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pictures on my blog finally. I dont know why I kept sicking my tongue out. And yeah, I'd finally eaten Manhattan Fish Market! It was very filling. One serving is kinda like too big for me. But it's nice! Especially the garlic rice. I can't help falling in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been utterly dull. I can't wait for 28th February to come! Yes, that's the end of my job! I'm sacking myself. Then I'll hibernate daily, non-stop. Can anyone teach me how to type a resignation letter? I'm quite sucky in typing formal letter, cause it's too formal for me to handle! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ... I was alone at Section C, although the whiteboard says otherwise. Luckily I still can handle, if nots ... DEAD. Khan helped me served some of the beer, so yeah, if nots, I'll clorked up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday! Off! Movie! Can't wait for it to arrive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4768308391460025555?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4768308391460025555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4768308391460025555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4768308391460025555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4768308391460025555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-pictures-on-my-blog-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SYr94v5CSGI/AAAAAAAABwI/3TGqGkjdtvU/s72-c/Kaijun,+Lydia,+Alida+and+Yuya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2251994174554619531</id><published>2009-02-04T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:51:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging, it may really make me more dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions after questions. Nothing is coming out from these. If unhappiness is the cause of it, why can't they try to be happy? A little effort to put yourself in others shoes, a little change of view of perceptive, some things may change. No one can expect anyone to be perfect, even if you're a perfectionist. People tend to make mistakes, and people should learn to accept, forgive and give another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm making no sense, but ... that's how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's seem so well on the surface, but why beneath it, it's all filled with cracks and holes? Just lyk marble. It looks tough, but it's fragile. Human beings are just the same. If everyone can co-habit together, everything will become more easier to handle. Just a little bit more understanding, patience, and kindness. Is it that difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If there's anything in the world known as fairness, why dont you demostrate to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;em&gt;I'm standing on a rope, falling either side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2251994174554619531?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2251994174554619531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2251994174554619531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2251994174554619531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2251994174554619531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-it-may-really-make-me-more.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-131193751490579041</id><published>2009-01-31T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:46:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Results of posting came out yesterday. I'm being accepted into Singapore Polytenic, Accountancy course. How I wish that was Ngee Ann Polytenic, but well, I've to face with what's the first choice that my MUM wants, so yeah, deal with it. School starts ... I dont know when, april? God, long time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked &lt;strong&gt;10 - 10&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. Fuck the tiredness. I think it's the first or second time I worked that long. I wanted to go back home early, but if I really did, then Alida would be working the hell alone. I cant abandon her, can I? &lt;strong&gt;So ... T-O-L-E-R-A-T-E!&lt;/strong&gt; My legs were really sore, sour, and more and more dead skin. It really sucks. Even with that, nothing changes. I'll still have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pows from the members, they're really alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bus pass ends today. I'll have to use adult fare from tomorrow onwards. It's freaking expensive! I'm still a teenager, what's with the adult fare? And I need to pay for it myself, cause I'm working for myself. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why do people wanna piss me off when I'm already quite piss? Jokes wont seem lyk jokes when I'm not in the mood. Really. It just fuck everything off straight. Being tired is one thing, and what do people understand from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;Trying to stand against the obstacles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-131193751490579041?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/131193751490579041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=131193751490579041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/131193751490579041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/131193751490579041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/results-of-posting-came-out-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2328706041371865536</id><published>2009-01-29T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:41:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;27 January 09, Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey, Qianmei, Sabrina, Elaine, Alida and I went to Lydia's house. And fool-ed around there. Her dad must think that we're nuts, as in crazy. We played blackjack with money. This is my first time playing with friend with money. Seems kinda cool. I ate alot of food at Lydia's house. Full to brim. Thanks Lydia, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lesson to learn : An extra effort would not pay off at all. So learn the lesson yuya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;28 January 09, Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started work today. I received alot of ang pows cause I was working at Section C. It's not what I wanted kays? I'm not really attracted to the FASCINATING ang pows, so yeah, I dont really chase after it. Today's really a busy day. Afternoon and night time. I havent got a time to rest. But well, it's New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing really to blog about, only that I wanna say, RATHER THAN chasing after ang pows when it's NOT MEANT for you, put more effort in working. Damn you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSY MORNING TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt; God, why do people want to eat breakfast at Golfer Terrace? And they can't wait. Geez, this isn't a fastfood restaurant please! I'm lyk till nine oclock havent got a breath and time to unlock the drawers, do anything at all, and also by ten oclock, I havent cleared mahjong room. And I din't even have the tm to eat breakfast. Daddy came and he made French Toast for me. Thanks! But still, I didn't have time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I have to wipe six whole stacks of side plates, alot more else things? Jesus, do I really have time to do other things? &lt;strong&gt;I'm really tired cause I'M THE ONLY ONE DOING IT.&lt;/strong&gt; Auntie Anna? I asked her to look outside for me, and she kept standing at Section C, leaving Seciton B empty? Lyk I can leave it. She can rather dont come and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was busy too. I'm tired, not in a good mood, blah blah. It really pissed me off to have lyk DO eveything everything. Try it. CNY morning is not a good morning. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the member said I'm angry with him? Oh right. When I walked there to pass him the menu, he said he taken order, not want to take order. Then Auntie Anna came and nag at me. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS SO MUCH for pissing me off more.&lt;/strong&gt; I should've said a fuck you. Then later the member told auntie Anna he saw me standing there doing NOTHING. Fuck him. Nothing? Sorting out the menus when NO ONE wants to do it? NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the same Section as Auntie Anna should've been good, BUT, forget it. Being alone is better, lyk yesterday. Some people would come and help occasionally, and that's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so not in a good mood. So stay off limits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2328706041371865536?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2328706041371865536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2328706041371865536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2328706041371865536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2328706041371865536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/27-january-09-tuesday-audrey-qianmei.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5445924250795097485</id><published>2009-01-26T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:47:46.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU PEEPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RED PACKETS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is here! Do I even need to mention that? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went last minute shopping with my sister and I bought a jumper cause I couldn't find fitting shorts. &lt;strong&gt;LAST MINUTE&lt;/strong&gt;. And dinner there's &lt;strong&gt;STEAMBOAT&lt;/strong&gt;! Yummy. It's been so long since I eaten one. Eating at home, the feeling is so great. I was freaking full, bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd to wait till midnight to BAI BAI, and also go to temple. How tiring. I spent my time watching "Wild Child", "Sydney White", "Resident Evil 1, 2, 3" blah blah. DAMN NICE. I shall find more to watch, perhaps "Final Destination 1, 2, 3"? I went to temple and cried there. Touched? Naw, not possible. Painful? Yes, very duhh. Smoke sucks. Then mummy and daddy each bought one wishing card and my sister and I wrote alot of wishful things onto it. I hope it'll come true. Not hope, it's a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around ten, ate a big pot of maggie mee with my family, custom for every year, and get ready for New Year. Jumper's purple in color. How cool. I've never worn purple before! Oh, tomorrow's gonna be PINK. Bright and new. FYI, don't even imagine the outfit. It's aint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY wasn't exactly fun at all, and gambling makes me sleepy. Especially black jack. I've the suckiest luck in that. Pardon me. Oh! Can you believe I sleep on CNY? Believe it or not, I did. My eyes were straining, so a little nap wouldn't kill me. After that, I ate alot of snacks, which I know it's fattening. But, once a year, would it really kill me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I went home earlier, with my brother driving us back. CAUSE! My dad's gambling blackjack, and my mum engrossed in mahjong. The three of us are lyk ... yawn yawn. Took a little take-out, KFC. And I continued watching movies. Tml's gonna be a great day! I'm going to Lydia's house with dearest Alida. But it's kinda sad that I missed watching movie with family. Well, there'll still be a next time. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANG POW! I'm off to nappy now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Feeling great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5445924250795097485?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5445924250795097485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5445924250795097485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5445924250795097485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5445924250795097485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-you-peeps-finally-day.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2217200697722667091</id><published>2009-01-23T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:54:46.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm working morning shift today, &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN OCLOCK&lt;/strong&gt;. My alarm didn't go off! Hell. Luckily my mum woke me up at &lt;strong&gt;6.15 a.m&lt;/strong&gt;. and my brother sent me to work. PHEW, if not I'll DIE. Cause today there's only one person working morning shift, AND THAT'S ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was &lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Yes, non-stop people coming, and ordering alot of food. And I havent stop rushing till nine plus. Alex Daddy was lyk scolding me say, "Work work work, dont want eat breakfast is it?" Thanks! I think I'm a bit workaholic. I've perfectionist syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and I was called into Bernard's office cause we didn't carry out the Tiger Beer thing and didn't wipe cutlery. He was angry cause he wiped the cutlery when it was BUSY time. I was like, I forgot? And I seriously have no time to wipe cutlery. Three whole stacks of plates and alot bowls etc is I do alone. And busy time starts at 11 a.m. Tell me how. Luckily he wasn't scolding us really. He listened to us. BUSY BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seriously like the experia phone! God, and HTC Diamond seems nice too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, I restored my ipodtouch lyk three fucking times, and the music and photos are still there. God, what's wrong with it dont understanding "don't back up"? I'm steaming now. On the verge of slamming hard on my ipodtouch. Damn, all thanks to upgrading to 2.2 version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x CNY MOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2217200697722667091?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2217200697722667091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2217200697722667091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2217200697722667091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2217200697722667091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-working-morning-shift-today-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2114624711896073726</id><published>2009-01-21T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:04:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don't disturb me. I'm seriously in a bad mood, but not to the extend of vulgarities. Stay away. And the reason is very simple. Only one person knows, so dont even ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with my besties, Alida and Lydia. To walk JP extend. Not really alot of shops, but still, SHOP. Oh yes, we did badges! As in customised badges. And it's lyk on the day itself we photo-take in the toilet? LMAO. It was a funny picture cause I started not doing the normal shots, and they have to lyk coordinate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part is, only when we reached back CCK then we realised we didn't take the memory card back. Then we've to travel all the way back to JP. All the shop owner say is, "Sorry, I forget to give your memory card back." Just a "sorry"? I feel lyk fyusd alrdy. Geez, why cant he have more responsibility?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then goody Alida and Lydia accompanied to Warren. ANG BAO! Twenty dollars. How lovely! Lyk almost as much as my today's pay? Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x SHEEZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2114624711896073726?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2114624711896073726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2114624711896073726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2114624711896073726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2114624711896073726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-disturb-me.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1771819926921721073</id><published>2009-01-19T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:42:29.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lydia, thanks for the x'mas present. It's nice! And hope you like mine too. The picture I drew is abit ... off? So pardon me. Yeah, that goes to Alida too. It's been so long that three of us never go out together! Perhaps this wednesday? ^^ (Brightening up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far East today with Lydia, Sabrina and Germaine. I didn't spend ALOT. Only lyk twenty dollars, and half is on food and drinks. I'm pig today. I accompan-ied the rest to buy their stuffs. I saw one very nice high-heels, but in the end, I decided not to buy. Cause, I'm not really a high-heel person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the converse sneakers Germaine bought! OMG, it's lyk freaking nice. Makes me wanna buy sneakers too. I shouldnt shouldnt! It will be on display in the end as well. Cause I hate sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XXL CRISPY CHICKEN XTRA SPICY! YUMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1771819926921721073?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1771819926921721073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1771819926921721073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1771819926921721073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1771819926921721073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/lydia-thanks-for-xmas-present.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3854267356608745314</id><published>2009-01-18T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:29:18.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- Edited -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 18th January 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started shift at seven in the morning. God, damn tired! Alex Daddy cooked fried rice omelette for Stephanie Mama and me. It rocks to core! So YUMMY! It wasn't really that busy that morning, lucky me! I mean both of us. But time passed by very slowly. &lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, I knocked into door today.&lt;/strong&gt; PAIN. And I looked stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda scolded by Andus cause of the whiteboard. I already told Stephanie Mama not to play with it, but ... Yeah yeah, everything's my fault again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Anna treated the floor staff Pizza Hut! Awww, so nice! Although she's kinda of like naggy, but but but, she's still okay. I was in Station C and I kind of like heard alot of things. Well, I should keep my mouth shut. I went off at three cause I'm tired and to Bugis! I went to skinned my phone. It dont look nice at all and I spent $43 on it! Expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck myself.&lt;/strong&gt; I lost the sunglasses that Aldia and Lydia gave to me. I really hate myself. That sunglasses was precious and was given to me on my birthday. The meaning ... God, I seriously hate myself. &lt;em&gt;Why did I chase after the bus?!&lt;/em&gt; I shouldn't have done that, if not ... all these would have been prevented. I'm in no mood at all. I'm so sorry, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED IN HERSELF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 16th January 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off-day today as there's OBS gathering dinner in the night. I went back to school to collect my Star 1 and 2 Kayaking Certificate. This surely reminds me of my sunburnt face. The very and only and last time in my life. Gosh, how I wanted to kill myself for that! I chatted with Mdm Serlina about my JC and Poly choices, but well, what's done done. And I wont make myself regret. Poly's life. I'll look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out, I saw Kenrick Gor. Same as usual, except that he's in school uniform. Looks so guai! I hope he's getting on well. My gor gor. Cheers! Then, I bus-ed back to CCK and met up with Elaine. We went to Far East to shop. As in, I'm the only person shopping cause, I need new clothes! I ended up buying stuffs near to a hundred bucks. ATM card is so ah-doring, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we walked down to Wistma, and then slowly to Plaza Singapura. And that took us long enough. All the window-shopping and also &lt;strong&gt;DOGNUTS&lt;/strong&gt;! YUMMY! I should get over that cause, after like two years, I'm still in love with it. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Coal. Gary, Fifi, Elaine and I waited for the rest like one hour? Sucks, cause my stomach growling like shit. And ... I dont know. It feels weird. Yeah, twenty-five bucks on that meal, god expensive but it shall be my last time there with myself paying for it. But it's yummy. But but and but, I still prefer the garlic rice at Manhantta Fish Market. I want to go there again! I love the passion fruit drink. I shall drink again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where do I crave to eat again? Manhantta Fish Market? That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Pondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3854267356608745314?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3854267356608745314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3854267356608745314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3854267356608745314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3854267356608745314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-6222395609256341466</id><published>2009-01-15T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:47:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my class gathering group photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XaV55XUI/AAAAAAAABvo/3j6izvpZzy0/s1600-h/BPPS+P6+GATHERING+BBQ..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291544197251816770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XaV55XUI/AAAAAAAABvo/3j6izvpZzy0/s320/BPPS+P6+GATHERING+BBQ..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XWvUITbI/AAAAAAAABvg/-EWBQz_hX_k/s1600-h/BPPS+P6+GATHERING+BBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291544135353257394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XWvUITbI/AAAAAAAABvg/-EWBQz_hX_k/s320/BPPS+P6+GATHERING+BBQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ervia and I. I forced her into this. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XJ8m3mjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hWDwJ_cINFk/s1600-h/P1501090000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291543915583216178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XJ8m3mjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hWDwJ_cINFk/s320/P1501090000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XFVRp3TI/AAAAAAAABvI/Ein7Iqr8Acw/s1600-h/P1501090002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291543836305775922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XFVRp3TI/AAAAAAAABvI/Ein7Iqr8Acw/s320/P1501090002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9W_VCuAhI/AAAAAAAABvA/Wqlz8EJM9Eg/s1600-h/P1501090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291543733163917842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9W_VCuAhI/AAAAAAAABvA/Wqlz8EJM9Eg/s320/P1501090001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291544013962260594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XPrGQsHI/AAAAAAAABvY/8VUg3t3Ldd0/s320/P1501090003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's not really very busy, cause I came at two oclock with Ervia, when the busy hours were over. A-khan told me that they were fighting a war. That's cute. Nothing much happened, but I did some wrong stuffs, though they're not serious, but I feel bad. I'm not talking about them, so forget it. There's meeting, but I ended up there enjoy-ing the aircon. WEEES. Wine training. It sounds cool. I wanna learn how to pour wine! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break with Ervia and Andus, but Ervia's ended earlier. I shared the Hokkien Mee with Andus cause I'M NOT HUNGRY AT ALL. I really couldn't finish it so I lyk keep telling Andus to eat MORE. Thanks to Andus and his friend for helping me to think about what courses to take in poly. It helped me alot! After Ervia went back, I was di-siaoing Andus, then he started playing with me. Tickling game. Gosh, I hate that. I'd no power over him at all and ended up sitting on the floor cause it was too ticklish to handle! So embarrased. This happened again after work too. How "childish" are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow off-day! YAHOOOS. Oh right, I'm going back school to collect my certificate for my Star 2 kayaking, and shopping with girl-friends, and dinner with OBS peeps. How cool is that? Yum yum. Fish &amp;amp; Co! Kill me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just filled in my form for choices. I'm going for Accounts in SP, or NP. SP my first choice. I've decided, and already submitted, so lets not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-6222395609256341466?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6222395609256341466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=6222395609256341466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6222395609256341466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6222395609256341466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-my-class-gathering-group-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SW9XaV55XUI/AAAAAAAABvo/3j6izvpZzy0/s72-c/BPPS+P6+GATHERING+BBQ..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4213329810641789617</id><published>2009-01-14T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:24:58.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worked morning shift, from 7 p.m. to 6 p.m. Gosh, damn sleepy. I havent even like totally wake up? I kept yawning yawn yawn! I was super blurr today, but luckily, I didn't do anything wrong. Phew, there's no siren, not a lot of people and NO miss bills! Relieved. I spent two hours plus to like finish topping up the stations, wipe all the cutleries, and also put everything nicely. A-Cheng and Uncle Ho all treated me very good! A-Cheng made breakfast for me, and Uncle Ho kept a lookout on the floor when I was gobbling down the food! Aww, I'm so touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "daddy" says he'll make me breakfast when I work morning shift with him this sunday. Thanks! Looking forward to it! But I think I'd tire myself out these few days. Suffocating man! My legs! I can't even find the time to go gym. Depressed. I'm getting fatter. I need to slim slim slim down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alida came at ten o'clock and saved my day. If nots, I'll be like oh-my-gosh. I dont know what makes me so tired today, maybe it's due to not enough sleep? I'll sleep early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dinner-ed with Elina at CCK. We bought noodle omelette, then we headed to Kopitiam and bought curry yong tau foo and shared. YUMS! But the curry was freaking salty so I didn't like it very much. Too much MSG? I'm disappointed in it. Then we headed tp basment and bought Italian ice-cream and share. God, heavenly nice! Oh yes, Elina accompanined me to shop around for clothes. But, I didn't manage to find any though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still pondering. Business. Accountancy or Banking and Finance, or Tourism and Resort management? Damnit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Still stucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4213329810641789617?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4213329810641789617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4213329810641789617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4213329810641789617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4213329810641789617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-worked-morning-shift-from-7-p.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1375143150032594361</id><published>2009-01-12T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:16:51.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I JUST TREATED MY FAMILY A DINNER.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, it's crazy cause I'm celebrating my lousy results? Hell yeah. Here's this : I spent $79 on it. AND! &lt;strong&gt;I ATE CURRY FISH HEAD, HOT PLATE BEEF! YUM YUM! It was frigging D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S!&lt;/strong&gt; God, my life's so luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally decided on whr to head to. JC or POLY. And that's POLY. That's so final. I'm sick of thinking anymore, cause it's pointless! Yes, and I'm going SP, cause my MUM hates NP. Cause of cheerleading. She dont want me there because of that! What the hell! But fine. My cousin's there too. I hope I wont go lyk MIA in that super BIG school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how am I filling the application form? It's so complicated for a simple me. Jeez, why is life so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x FINAL DECISION. POLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1375143150032594361?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1375143150032594361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1375143150032594361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1375143150032594361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1375143150032594361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-treated-my-family-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7124233174969069871</id><published>2009-01-12T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:02:11.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- Edited -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm sure you know what I'm going to say for today. Definitely. And yes, I know you want to know what I say, and here I'm saying, IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first moment I collected my result, I felt nothing. No eagerness, absolutely no nothing. I glanced through the result slip, and I felt shocked. No failures, especially for my english and combined humanities. A little bit happy, a little bit looking forward. Then I opened the envelope. Disappointment all over. But shocked that I could even get less then 15 pointers. I hated my results only when I read through the JAE booklet, whereby SAJC cut-off point was 9. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my hard work for my sciences, combined humanities, were like, GONE. I shouldnt even have studied, if I know that I can't get into that JC. FINE FINE. I should stop complaining and think of the positive side! At least, I still qualify for JC, and any poly subjects? Say cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sister boyfriend's, Hanzen, for tuoring me in sciences, if not I'd be getting a F for them. THANKS! He's really a great tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to add, everyone'd be surprised. No JC for Yuya, POLY is her choice now. Oh yes, more shocking is that, I've my parent's support. Gosh, great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x WHICH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7124233174969069871?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7124233174969069871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7124233174969069871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7124233174969069871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7124233174969069871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-im-sure-you-know-what-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-6667034094746219090</id><published>2009-01-11T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:40:31.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, in less than twenty-four hours, I'm going to face my wrath for my future? Oh yes, don't even need to remind me. Sms-es did now and then. Do you even want to ask me what I'm feeling now? I'm feeling nothing. Absolutely. Just as normal. I mean there's no point crying over spill milk, isn't it? Why not spend your life to the fullest even when you feel low? That would be way better. Say I'm straight-right positive now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work work. Can you believe next week, I'm working morning shifts for three days? Gosh, how GOOD is that. I swear upon my heart, crossed it, I'll never ever be late. Never again. And I'm off for only tomorrow and friday. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to JC, but I should say depends on my results. My parents FINALLY let me choose where I'd want to go, but now, I feel that poly's not a good choice for me. I'd spend my time playing and dily-dalying. I need an organised environment to live in. Just let fate decide for me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Stay as positive as now for the very tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-6667034094746219090?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6667034094746219090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=6667034094746219090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6667034094746219090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6667034094746219090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-in-less-than-twenty-four-hours-im.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-766880597863981790</id><published>2009-01-11T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:53:55.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;10 January 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to start work at 7 a.m., &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT, I'M FREAKING LATE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's two hours to be extact. Sorry to Aziz, making work alone on a busy Saturday morning. I feel damn guilty. I really can't wake up and I forgot to set alarm clock! Jesus christ, what's wrong with me? Here's the Yuya that can't wake up early. I woke up at 8.30 a.m. and rushed lyk crazy and make it nine o'clock to work. In case that you think I didn't bathe, sorry to say that I bathed. It's a &lt;strong&gt;BIG NO-NO&lt;/strong&gt; going out &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; bathing, even to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brewed myself a cup of milo, which I spent like two hours drinking it. That's it for my breakfast. Seriously no appetite to eat, cause I was feeling bad about being late. My breaktime I only ate tau suan, then Stefanie treated me to eat silver fish, and ate some fried rice. I worked till six oclock, to make up. Sorry Brandon, kept changing the meeting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to meet Brandon at BP. Seriously, rushed. He's very very super uber good. I called him to ask him to help buy margarine and charcoal as well, but in the end, he only bought charcoal? Cause he didn't want to buy the margarine? Nice job dude. I'd to walk back and queue again and then miss-ed the bus. In the end, we reached West Coast Park at around 7.30 p.m. Good job. Brandon! Stop scolding vulgarities! Be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't recognise alot of people. E.g. Bibiana, Theng Hong, Jun Xi, Matthew, Qiu Mei etc. I guess everyone changed alot. Then BBQ was funny. Eugene was lyk a chef, down there keep cooking and then forcing us to eat his noodles. It wasn't all that bad, just that I was pretty full, so I didn't eat alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played truth or dare. Quite fun. For me, I swear I wont choose true. Over my dead body. Obviously I chose dare. More fun, more interesting. My dare was pretty simple. Just go to another BBQ pit with people and shout "HI" lyk super loud? Peanuts, compared to the dare that my schoolmates gave. P-H-E-W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon sat on the styrofoam box cause he's tired of standing, then the styrofoam broke and he fell. Hilarious. Luckily he's alright. Then Eugene did a pole dancing, with Matthew as the pole. A lot of very really un-talkable truths came out. Shocked, but well, normal. The favourite question I think was, "Who's your primary school crush?" Everyone said, cause it's like alrdy four years? Definitely you'll have a new crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's really fun. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later bus-ed back home at around eleven and we're lyk trying to find out if there's still bus service for Bibiana when we reached panjang. She needs to change bus as she lived in Woodlands. Fred over it, but luckily, there's still is. Phew. Later panjang-ders decided to walk back home. Quite interesting. I hardly even walk back home from anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go round about with CNY bai nian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x I love it, dont you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-766880597863981790?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/766880597863981790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=766880597863981790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/766880597863981790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/766880597863981790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-january-09-im-supposed-to-start-work.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8319583811446001143</id><published>2009-01-09T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:47:27.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOPPING SPREE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with girl-friends at BP MacDonald's. Peiyu was late. Oops, when was she ever early? Maybe she dress-ed up too much? Then we chat chat, and headed to Bugis. I slept in bus. Nice journey. Bugis street wasn't as packed, and Peiyu was cool with buying almost anything, everything. But then, everything she tried was nice. She said that her mum warn-ed her not to buy any clothes, but they were too irresistible huh. It's nice to be like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on alot to find my New Year clothes, and chose two dress that was totally not me. Pink and yellow? Let's have a new image this year. It's the first miracle. I also bought clothes to wear to go out, and I didn't try them, and now ... it doesn't suit me. Twenty bucks flew away. And I bought no-degree spectacles, but then ... my vision feels weird when I wore it, so I gave it to Germaine. Another wasted ten bucks. Am I rich? I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Bugis Junction to buy things to ma-kan. I bought the donut and the puff from the basement. It's frigging DELICIOUS! God, I'm certainly living in heaven. I want eat more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went dinner with my family, without my sister, and GUESS WHAT? I finished a whole plate of mixed rice FORCEFULLY (which was a miracle for the first time), and in the end, I ended up bloated and almost puked. Rice. My killer. I had stomache when I reached home. It sucks. My dad laughed at me, saying, "Who ask you to eat so much. When you're at home, you also never eat so much." You can't blame me, cause there's curry! Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with the sore throat again. I hate it. Strepsil, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Shine bright, live bright, die bright. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8319583811446001143?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8319583811446001143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8319583811446001143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8319583811446001143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8319583811446001143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping-spree-today-i-met-up-with-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1958793456862840681</id><published>2009-01-09T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:05:59.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SWYvlMGOGiI/AAAAAAAABu0/3LH8p9nHx4g/s1600-h/P0901090003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288967128342207010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SWYvlMGOGiI/AAAAAAAABu0/3LH8p9nHx4g/s320/P0901090003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SWYvg0dQ_VI/AAAAAAAABus/xVG2SPVFLGM/s1600-h/P0901090006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288967053276937554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SWYvg0dQ_VI/AAAAAAAABus/xVG2SPVFLGM/s320/P0901090006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SWYvbxoT88I/AAAAAAAABuk/bM7krfhDqh4/s1600-h/P0901090000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, the blonde streaks of hightlight on my hair changed and turned into some weird guondo color, so, I re-dye-d my hair, again. It's certainly not black, sad to disappoint anyone. Especially my family? School's re-opening and they want me to dye back natural color.&lt;strong&gt; WHICH IS SO&lt;/strong&gt;, the color I chose was &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light Chocolate Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. But. It didn't turn out be like what it states. Disappointed. I've almost alike black hair. Good or bad? Definitely ... sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off day today! I'm going to go out with Peiyu and Germaine. &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, I have a life of my own. Right, I'm going to enjoy, like I hadn't in a million years. Oh! Chinese New Year clothes! And also, I can buy alot of stuffs with my pay! YIPPPESSSS. My hard work is paid off on this very day. I also owe my family a meal at somewhere, Ben and Jerry? Or Cafe Cartel. Oh no, CURRY FISH HEAD! Kill me for having more and more craves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish &amp;amp; coal next coming friday, when we're having gathering for our OBS peeps. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, not to forget, please let me see a wallet that's suit to my liking, so that I can change for a new one? Or maybe a new bag, or a new ipodtouch or whatever? I know that I've just changed my wallet and bought a ipodtouch, but ... things get old, and I'm ... kinda tired of them. I know God's going to kill me for my greed. Please forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to wake up at eight o'clock to bathe, cause no electricity at my house from nine o'clock onwards. Damn the lift. Luckily I'm going out, if not I'll be lyk fyusd. Guess what that means. Let you know that it's definitely ain't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Sleepyheaded. Down with flu. Sucks to core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1958793456862840681?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1958793456862840681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1958793456862840681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1958793456862840681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1958793456862840681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-there-blonde-streaks-of-hightlight.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SWYvlMGOGiI/AAAAAAAABu0/3LH8p9nHx4g/s72-c/P0901090003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1275398203803447679</id><published>2009-01-07T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:57:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Announcement:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all who'd taken 'O' levels last year, results will be coming out this coming monday, 12th January 09. For students of Dunearn, results will be released at 2 p.m. Be in school hall by then. Good luck is all I could say, for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I'm going to eat Roti John and Lor Mee in the school canteen. I seriously missed it! Absolutely delicious. Furthurmore, it's freaking cheap. Yum yum. The thought of it makes me drool. I also want to eat Nasi Lemak, Mee Robus, and Hor Fan! Sad, I'm not a black hole. Lydia! I want your black hole now! ^^ Anyone wants to join in this hungry month ceremony? Alida's in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Coal! I'm not so forgetting you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have confidence?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I definitely do. But, what can confidence bring? Can it conquer my fear? Yeah, in my dreams, Results won't change because of that. It only makes you feel better. I don't do that. Maybe try to pray hard, to Jesus. I wont do that too, cause everything still ends up in the amount of hard work I put in. I'm crapping here, relieveing my relax mood. Will I feel anxious? Certainly not. Why do I even want to make my life more difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. In a few more days, I'd have either a dream or a nightmare. And in a few weeks, my future is much decided. And in a few months, I'll find my resolutions, aims and fun time. Do I even want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of what's coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm most scared of is ... INSECTS. Andus scared me today. He made me hide here and there. The stupid tiny insect. God, save me from him. Insects are so DISGUSTED. Weird isn't it? Such a big person scared of a tiny little insect. Stop laughing. I know you're same as me. Feel proud for me. At least I didn't make a fuss over it, or scream for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Memories. Do you live in them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1275398203803447679?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1275398203803447679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1275398203803447679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1275398203803447679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1275398203803447679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/announcement-to-all-whod-taken-o-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-603110565297955426</id><published>2009-01-06T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:10:36.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAYDAY IS TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. More allowance for the month. Cheers! I still hate the CPF. It cut short my earnings. Awww man! Why is there even this thing? Gosh, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj didn't come today. There goes the runner. Blame him on making the rest of us have to carry food. Andus said he off-ed his phone. Clever. How I hope he's here and I can strangle him upside down. Luckily today ain't that busy as normal, if not ... I'll be like dead meat? Poor legs, poor feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow. Everyday work. I hope friday comes faster. OFF DAY! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing to add for the &lt;strong&gt;READERS &lt;/strong&gt;of the 5th January 09 post :&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT POINTING FINGERS TO ANYONE. DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S JA? AND I'M SPEAKING ABOUT EVERYONE'S WHO'S IN IT? PLEASE, GET A LIFE AND DONT GIVE ME UTTERLY USELESS COMMENTS. TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Smack you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-603110565297955426?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/603110565297955426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=603110565297955426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/603110565297955426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/603110565297955426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/payday-is-today-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3837903459560732889</id><published>2009-01-06T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:33:17.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New blogskin. Edited by myself. Say goodbye to the old one. I hope this one's better, and I spent a hell lots of time on coding. Is it nice? Sorry that it'd black and white again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x New year, new blogskin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3837903459560732889?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3837903459560732889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3837903459560732889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3837903459560732889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3837903459560732889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4676535169158411045</id><published>2009-01-05T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:23:49.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from the Secondary 1 campfire. Bummed. I've many opinions, but I'll just summarised it. Readers, comments are not required. I'm voicing out what I feel. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be better if I didn't go. Hey, I'm not having regrets, but just spare me from falling asleep. Everything about it sucks. &lt;strong&gt;Sorry to say, it's kinda not H-I-G-H and also too U-N-C-R-E-A-T-I-V-E.&lt;/strong&gt; No freaking good ideas, and everything is going too slow. Delayed here and there, complaints here and there. Gosh, it's far much worse than any camp I've been to watch. And parents? Like only four or five. &lt;strong&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/strong&gt;. It's on a monday, duhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as my batch secondary four, this year secondary four hated the JA. JA taking over everything. Learn this pain, and bring JA down. JA live on nothing, but hatred of people. That's what everyone feel. Useless pile of shit. That's why no one's in the JA except the same old people. And no other people's going to learn leadership with JA around. This can be only seen from third parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the Seocndary 1 will be performing something like previous years, but this year, it's like the SL performing?! Oh god. And the mass dance is ... &lt;strong&gt;HOPELESS&lt;/strong&gt;. Aces day dance. Fuck it. Oh whatever, go to hell Dunearn. I'm too embarrassed to even say I'm from Dunearn? Arghhh, kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find Lydia's brother, Issac. He's like terrified to see me? Well, whatever. Just hope he'll survive in this ???? school. He's been forced to join band. Utterly sad. &lt;strong&gt;Cheerleading's gone, FOREVER!&lt;/strong&gt; Fuck the school. Damn damn damn! I'm so disappointed in this lousy fucker school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf course closed for today. Golfer Terrace was like totally empty?! Lucky! But everyone's on the house-cleaning mood. Clean and clean. Glad to be working morning today. Yipppeeesss. Hey, I woke up at five oclock in the morning okay? I'm early. Feel happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Keep comments to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4676535169158411045?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4676535169158411045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4676535169158411045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4676535169158411045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4676535169158411045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-secondary-1-campfire.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-504244394325661481</id><published>2009-01-05T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:25:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm kind of excited now. I just received a message that Chun He's organising a gathering for all Bukit Panjang Primary School Primary six people! God, it's bravo. It's FABULOUS. Okay, I need to spread the message. Triple cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Smiling my teeth off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-504244394325661481?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/504244394325661481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=504244394325661481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/504244394325661481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/504244394325661481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-im-kind-of-excited-now.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7735183018453647792</id><published>2009-01-04T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:08:38.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to cut my hair yesterday, not much difference as it always was. BUT, damn the hairdrsser. &lt;strong&gt;Now my hair is fucking bloody ... U-G-L-Y.&lt;/strong&gt; Believe it or not, I hate my hair the most this very time. I shall not let that bloody AUNTIE (though she's not) to touch my hair again. Ps, I'm so ... pissed. However, it'll have to grow long again, wont it? I'm so disappointed everytime after a haircut. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I hibernated from today 1 a.m. to today 3 p.m. I couldnt bring myself to get off the bed. OOPSY. I'm a bloody p-i-g. I love my cozy warm little bed. Sleeping is the best way to cure my tiredness, and also to kill time. It's a fact. Don't blame me if you're unable to sleep that long. Finally for once, I slept full twelve hours. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is so .... It can't be expressed using words. Tomorrow I'll have to wake up early as I'm working at 7 a.m. AGAIN. Luckily, the gold course is closed. I hope I can cope alone. Saturday I didn't wake up late cause Alida morning call me. LUCKILY. Cause I turned off my alarm. I shall NOT do that AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work schedule is kinda ... I want to tear it into pieces. Everyday working work work, only friday off. DAMNIT. My rest day ... ARGGGHHHHHHHHH. Here goes my new year 2009. I'm going for Sec 1 camp orientation tml, and hope the sec 1 would be quite better than previous. Hope they arent naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shop for new year clothes. I need to buy portable hard disk. I need many many many more things. I want a new electronic for listening to songs. I'm sick of ipodtouch. Any introductions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA____x Dreams are meant to be fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7735183018453647792?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7735183018453647792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7735183018453647792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7735183018453647792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7735183018453647792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-cut-my-hair-yesterday-not.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8169180090948730792</id><published>2009-01-02T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:29:31.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, another weekend has come! YIPPEESSSS! I'm so fucking happy, and so fucking tired. AND! It's another step closer to my wrath, I guess. And school reopened for the school-ings. I wonder how many would miss it again lyk in the holidays, when they hate it from today onwards. I'm that type of person before, but now ... I'm so happy that I've the freedom. But, the laughters and joking, I miss those days in Dunearn. Especially with my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow I'm working the morning shift, 7 A.M.!&lt;/strong&gt; Bloody damnit hell. Can I even wake up? I think no one can believe it that &lt;strong&gt;YUYA&lt;/strong&gt; can wake up that early. I shall prove everyone who know me well enough wrong. The yuya that's not in school uniform is a completely different person. Say who? Say me. Everytime I wake up this early for school, I'll sleep in school. Definitely plus stamp plus chop. I'll be wearing school uniform tomorrow. How reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there was lyk in shock for two new part-timers to be working morning shift &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; time on a Saturday. Fize and co. They all wished both of us good luck and pray hard. Are we doomed? I hope not, but I shall try my best! Everyone will have a first time, so I'll make it memoriable. Memoriable? Miss bills? Out of my life please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's not really very busy, but everyone's pissed at one another. Sorry Alida to have dumped you alone at Section B AGAIN. Andus kept calling me to go there and help. Well, I hope everyone can work along, not backstabbing and harming, but helping. I know and see alot, but maybe sometimes, another perspective would help things to clear up and turn into greater understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What one does, one will always get it back&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Anna, I know that you dont want me to say this, but Section C turned out to be easy to work in with you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reality is always harsh, isnt it? Learn to live in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Pleasure is bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8169180090948730792?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8169180090948730792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8169180090948730792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8169180090948730792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8169180090948730792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-another-weekend-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7401867134164724409</id><published>2009-01-01T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:36:43.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies past, and ... 2009 is here! Did you went to countdown?&lt;strong&gt; 5 4 3 2 1!&lt;/strong&gt; This year shall be a new and exciting year! With new hope and wishes, plunge into the new world that would lay ahead of you. A brand new starting, a whole new experience and new aim to reach. Enjoy yourself as much as possible within this 365 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, all the graduates from secondary will definitely feel stress now. Twelve more days. It'll really come fast. Fear not. Have confidence and trust yourself. I am bucking up too, so shall you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those working, continue to work hard and also, please take care of your health. It's more worthy that the pennies you'd earned. For those of you starting school, remember to balance out studying and fun equally. Dont overlook either. For my dearest family, I pray for your health and also, let us have another peaceful year. To all my beloved friends, I bless you with happiness and also a wonderful future ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who know me. Lets let bygones be gone. Sorry for everything, and thank you for the fabulous things. I heart you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;To myself, I aim to be more hardworking, and more ... whatever that's gonna benefit people. Oh yes, I'll be more tough and independent than ever. I'll work hard for the things that I cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Seek for another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7401867134164724409?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7401867134164724409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7401867134164724409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7401867134164724409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7401867134164724409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-people-time-really-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1018889920007220900</id><published>2008-12-29T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:51:29.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously feel lyk ps-ing Eddie about lunch-ing together, but I pulled myself together, and wake up, although it's lyk half an hour later. I'll get bummed by Eddie if I did that again. OOPS. He's so gonna not forgive me and hate me until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Plaza Singapura to lunch. At first the destination was Parkway Parade, but I'm lyk frigging lazy to take another bus there and I dont know what bus, so ... ended up with the closest. We went to Manhattan Fish Market (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope the spelling's correct.)&lt;/span&gt; and dine. Full house, and we waited for a while. We ordered the set lunches, and the ice lemon tea was lyk such a huge glass. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm so sick of sweet drinks.)&lt;/span&gt; The food came quite fast and &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE GARLIC RICE&lt;/strong&gt;! Yummy! I craved for it ever since last time I ate there. Awwwwwwwwww. Munchy munch munch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I will drag people to dine with me at Fish &amp;amp; Coal. Cheers! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I want lime gein!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super super lazy to like walk around, except that I dragged Eddie into the Build A Bear Workshop, and you can make a toy there yourself! Omg, it's so cool. I have a deprived childhood, so don't mind me. Now, I am a deprived teenager. Eddie wanted to drag me into going to East Coast to cycle. Errrrms? I'm so unable to exercise anymore. Phew, I managed to put it off till the next time. After having myself hibernated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payday's coming and I'm gonna collect my Edusave Scholarship this coming Saturday! Two hundred and fifty bucks! YIPPPEESSS! I'm fucking happy, okay? More money to spend and spend and spend. And I hope my pay's at least one thousand after deducting the stupid CPF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everytime I go out, I'd to say bye to at least twenty dollars, you know? I really hate ATM when it comes in so handy. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I'm perfectly okay now. I wont let anything gets to me except for my favourite and dearest. Living is just another life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Beauty lies are so wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1018889920007220900?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1018889920007220900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1018889920007220900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1018889920007220900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1018889920007220900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-seriously-feel-lyk-ps-ing-eddie-about.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-671971947552893623</id><published>2008-12-28T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:26:57.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-671971947552893623?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/671971947552893623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=671971947552893623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/671971947552893623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/671971947552893623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/tell-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7915463754499481278</id><published>2008-12-27T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:40:17.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm late by two days, but tonight shall be the night when I give my thanks and loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ALIDA&lt;/strong&gt; : Four years of friendship, you've been tolerating and condeming me. You never gave up on supporting me when I'm low. Thank you. I wouldn't know what to do without you. The rest, I do not need to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To LYDIA&lt;/strong&gt; : Crapping and laughing with you was my favourite past-time in school. I'll never forget how cold are you. And how handsome you're. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To KAIJUN&lt;/strong&gt; : As and when, you always color the surroundings with your bright and cheerful smile. My dull life has turned much colorful with you around. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To SABRINA LIM&lt;/strong&gt;: When I'm frustrated, you're always there to provide me with a positive thinking. A great conseller, and of course, the best noise and smiles creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To BRENDA&lt;/strong&gt; : Blur as you always have been, without you, my life would be missing a part. Thanks for having me as your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To QIANMEI&lt;/strong&gt; : One of the noisiest and another of the craziest. Ideas from you always make the day more colorful. Thanks for being there in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To EDDIE&lt;/strong&gt; : You've always been there when I need you for a listening ear. Thanks for every joy and laughter you've given me. Brothers for live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To GERMAINE&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm jealous that you never succumb to your fate and always laugh by my side. My best chatting partner in school. Forgive me for all the teasing. Great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ELINA&lt;/strong&gt; : Thanks for being my study partner and teaching me alot alot of things. You've helped me alot in my study areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To PEIYU&lt;/strong&gt; : Whenever I need a shopping partner, taaa-daaa. Thanks fishy for the shops accompany! Oh yes, and the hunks. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To WINNIE&lt;/strong&gt; : Thank you for being the greatest leader of cheerleading! You've been a great help for me. A cheer-star would be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To D'ZEST :&lt;/strong&gt; My life has been worthy with the marvellous days with you. You're my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To KAK AIN, ABANG, LENNY, FAIRUL :&lt;/strong&gt; THE GREATEST COACHES! I've learnt alot and thanks for the trendous trainings you'd given us. I've learnt alot from you guys, especially committment and teamwork. And also, you'd never given up on us once. THANK YOU VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To MAGNUM :&lt;/strong&gt; For letting us use the mats and also training with us, providing aid to us. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To KENRICK :&lt;/strong&gt; For being my GOR GOR and also, cheering me up when I'm saddened! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To HARRISON :&lt;/strong&gt; For being my IT guide, even in the middle of the night! And saving my ass from my Ipodtouch. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To RACHEL :&lt;/strong&gt; For my studies, you're a great tutor! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send my gratitude to all the others who've been in my life and done also, a great deal of things for me. Without all of them, I would be a pile of shit-ass-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, did I mention? I'm not being strayed away, thanks to my dearest crocodile while I was in secondary two. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x A moment of thanks, a lifetime of gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7915463754499481278?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7915463754499481278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7915463754499481278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7915463754499481278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7915463754499481278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-im-late-by-two-days-but-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5131065339720418975</id><published>2008-12-26T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:54:27.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to &lt;strong&gt;ZOOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt; I saw all the animal farm people. &lt;strong&gt;FEAREST is CROCODILE, NOISIEST is PARROT, QUIETEST is CRAB, BLURREST is SOTONG&lt;/strong&gt;. Crocodile is lyk frigging big big big! And I can't fit it into my photo. Oh, I dont know it's floating or what, but it's head on the surface of the water but body in the water. ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to capture animals at a close distant. There's a frigging cute monkey that is on the loose and it's lyk lost etc, and another is eating biscuit! And to be glad, I managed to hole a butterfly on my hand! But it's after lyk hundreds of times of being scared by the butterfly flying over my head. Shut up, don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post the pictures later on when I've the mood to connect my phone, and when my brother decided to send me the pictures in his camera. Pictures of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody happy that I walked through the whole zoo for lyk eight hours without complaining about sour legs! God, that's how much my waitress job trained me to be &lt;strong&gt;T-O-U-G-H&lt;/strong&gt;. I used to complain about being tired after just one hour. Maybe I should try walking down orchard to Plaza Singapura one day, and test my legs. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my dinner to be curry fish head, hot plate toufu and beef, but boo, ended up with the stingray. Everyday I work see the kitchen serve curry fish head, I'm lyk drooling? Awwwwww, my stomach. But I really love the deep fried fish beehoon soup with chilli padi! Freaking nice, cause it's dmanit spicy and I love noodles and the soupy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick since yesterday night, fever plus headache plus sore throat. Too much chocolate and sweet drinks? So I woke up today with a bad headache and I'm supposed to wake up at 8.30 a.m. but in the end, I jumped out of bed at 9 a.m. Fuck? I work at 10 a.m. and you guessed it right! I missed the shuttle bus and I'm late. Hell late. I shall not oversleep again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was easy today, until evening time when everyone's flooding in and puff! I can't get off from work at 6 p.m. Only can at 7 p.m. Hmmmmpppphhhhs. But I feel bad to throw my collegues of working on their own at the busiest time. Sorry I can't stay any longer cause I promised my friends to go for the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RUSHED AND RUSHED AND RUSHED. Luckily Germaine went and picked me up, if not I'm ??????? "where am I?" We played musical chairs, then I ran away and went swimming with Elina and Tszting. Germaine joined us later on. Germaine and I then went for steam bathing. We chatted in there for very long and had to keep the door open from dying of suffocation. Oh yes, I thought we're supposed to get dry from the heat, but in the end, we became wetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift exchange dragged on for quite long because we played a game called ????? "zhong ji mi ma". (My hanyupingyin very lousy so pardon me.) I got a VCD from Zhiyang. Thanks and sorry! I shall try and watch it when I'm free to ... Cause working from lyk morning to night. Abit of tired. Elina got my present. It's quite common so ... SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine told me that she was surprised to even see me their. Hehs. I'm such a surprise? This shall be the last time I guess. I wont be able to get off from work anymore. EARN MORE MONEY! And yeah, I dont even have the time to go and buy clothes for new year. Have to pay for myself. BOO. I spent all the two hundred bucks alrdy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine and I went home at ten plus but the bloody bus kept us from reaching home. Poor Germaine. I wonder how is she now. &lt;strong&gt;Her fucking father really ... GO TO HELL!&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;No need to explain? Don't sms?&lt;/em&gt;" Fuck you. If it was me, I shall reply him,&lt;em&gt; "If you dont want me to sms, then you dont probe. Fucker."&lt;/em&gt; My mum wont even be such asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really out of energy. CHARGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5131065339720418975?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5131065339720418975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5131065339720418975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5131065339720418975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5131065339720418975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-i-went-to-zoooooo-i-saw-all.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1986003932526711654</id><published>2008-12-25T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:07:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOHOHO! MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just reached home and taaa-daaaa, here I am, wishing everybody a merry christmas. I sms-ed everyone who's available in my contacts, and it really sucks! Too many people, but once in a year, it's worth it. My wish for this christmas is ANIMAL FARM FOREVER, and EVERYONE HAPPY! It sounds abit unlikely, but well, if everyone's happy, life would be easier for much more many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Crocodile for the cute cute DUCKY! Oh yes, that's me you know? You rock to core!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine going to zoo on a christmas day? Oh yes, I can hardly do that. But I'm going to feel it today, in like seven hours more? Cheers! Finally, a real day off and some fun again! Looking really forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you going to spend your beloved 08 christmas? Make it memoriable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1986003932526711654?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1986003932526711654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1986003932526711654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1986003932526711654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1986003932526711654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho-merry-christmas-ive-just-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8601092016786207309</id><published>2008-12-24T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:38:34.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I HAVENT bathed yet. I know I'm fucking stinky, but, I'm fucking lazy too. Sorry for the fucking, cause time to change out of frigging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY X'MAS EVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what's my x'mas wish. Find my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8601092016786207309?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8601092016786207309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8601092016786207309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8601092016786207309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8601092016786207309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-i-havent-bathed-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8093355318102408230</id><published>2008-12-23T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:55:13.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting more and more tired of working. Sick of it. My enthusiasm is running frigging low. But after getting to know my colleague, they're funny and nice and easy-going. However so, many things are still unseen and unspoken. The members were also funny. I mean some of them. I joked with them and they joked back. And luckily, today's not a busy day. Phew. I hate rainy days. Sunny day everyday please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat deep fried fish beehoon soup! I shall eat the day after tomorrow. Please, no more buffet food thank you! I really really seriously hate it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, christmas eve! I'm starting work at five and hoped I wont get called back early. I wanna sleep! And I want to eat Japanese Pizza! I'm a pig. Oh yes, chocolates is filling my table. Owww, it will hurt my stomach alot alot alot. Gaining another ten kilos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas day off! YIPPPESSSS! Family outing! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Happy and not happy. Choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8093355318102408230?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8093355318102408230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8093355318102408230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8093355318102408230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8093355318102408230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-getting-more-and-more-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8107670131105868386</id><published>2008-12-20T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:16:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUxjPm4z7CI/AAAAAAAABuc/cFa_sh_ZSlw/s1600-h/P1712080002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705582786767906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUxjPm4z7CI/AAAAAAAABuc/cFa_sh_ZSlw/s320/P1712080002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUxjK8-9ssI/AAAAAAAABuU/mvbM8jIGBYQ/s1600-h/P1712080004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705502818808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUxjK8-9ssI/AAAAAAAABuU/mvbM8jIGBYQ/s320/P1712080004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUxjBZi7WXI/AAAAAAAABuM/IFWpkqv2kkQ/s1600-h/P1712080005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705338687150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUxjBZi7WXI/AAAAAAAABuM/IFWpkqv2kkQ/s320/P1712080005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures that I'm managed to take. The rest ... too busy? Arggghhhh. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8107670131105868386?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8107670131105868386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8107670131105868386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8107670131105868386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8107670131105868386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-are-pictures-that-im-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUxjPm4z7CI/AAAAAAAABuc/cFa_sh_ZSlw/s72-c/P1712080002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7678299820059994177</id><published>2008-12-20T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:06:04.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm working at five o'clock today, and I'm not being called back to work early. PHEW. I seriously thought that Andus wouldn't let me rest. BUT, even so, I can't sleep till late. Irritating. My sister is watching videos and my dad is yelling at me to eat the stupid gross breakfast. I hate eating breakfast. It makes me wanna puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I worked at Station C. It's also busy but for no reason, I can manage! Auntie Anna was there helping me too. For some seconds, I think that with Auntie Anna seems so much better than with Andus. Because when I'm too slow in making the setting, Auntie Anna will say, "Aiyo! You very slow! Go away lah, I help you set." I helped to clear away stuffs and clean the table and chatted with the members. Some of them are really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't not so bad, except that I got scolded by Andus again for the chilli which Auntie Anna bring out. Fuck. Like it's my fault again. Will a tomorrow seems brighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Alida worked with Andus at Station B but with Raj helping and also later on, Auntie Anna, Aziz and Fize all went to help. Glad that Alida didn't get yelled at like me the day before yesterday. If not, I'll be like fucking fucked up. But Alida's seemed very tired. Maybe because she had to walk around like crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Alida starts work at five o'clock today. Awwww. I hope she's not too tired. And hope that today won't be a busy day! I've to go library today to return the almost-gonna-overdue-books. And I'm going to borrow some more nice nice storybooks! Cheers! I'll like cut down my time on computer and put them in better use for storybooks. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7678299820059994177?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7678299820059994177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7678299820059994177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7678299820059994177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7678299820059994177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-im-working-at-five-oclock-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1743844386994196663</id><published>2008-12-18T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:28:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking not anything, but just FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into details, but it'd fucking fucking hated by me. Thanks to Alida, Wee Wee, Fize and DEAREST MUMMY for cheering, and concerning about me. Count myself unlucky today. I'm the kind of person who don't really like to rebutt anything or whatever, and I wont be sad, maybe just pissed.&lt;strong&gt; I'll just give everything a BIG FAKE SMILE like I always do. I swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I cried two times today because of something that sounds so unright, &lt;em&gt;"I'm not doing anything."&lt;/em&gt; Mother Fucker. I'm like bloody sweaty and hot and that's what you say. Even my "daddy" down there in the kitchen said I'm crazily sweating. Fine whatever, I'm just another worker. And yeah, whatever is my fault. I'm always the wrong one, and you're the correct one. Cheers to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been using vulgaries verbally since I dont know when, maybe when 'O' levels started? It's going to come back to me. Bloody mother hell fuck you upside down damn you. As I said, I'll not cry because of anything not regarding my dearest cheerleading. Just fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say that I havent seen your black face and that's obviously true, I tell you you havent seen my real face without a bloody fake smile. Even Alida never seen it before. Maybe that's not important to you but then, everyone has a limit to pass. Even I, a fake-goofy smiler have. It's not tolerate, it's just that I'm being cool. Over-limit, I'll fuck off everybody in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I really dislike people who's stern with me for one second and joke with me for another. I know your reason, but seriously, it'll make me more fuck up than ever. Jokes don't really fit into anywhere everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just saying my thoughts. It's over when today's over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;I'LL SMILE THE WAY YOU WANT ME TO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1743844386994196663?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1743844386994196663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1743844386994196663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1743844386994196663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1743844386994196663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-fucking-fucking-fucking-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5439922060673570063</id><published>2008-12-18T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:03:29.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, from today onwards, the x'mas hats is part of our uniform! &lt;strong&gt;SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN!&lt;/strong&gt; It's okay, but I seriously hate it! Damn freaking hot and everyone in the kitchen keep laughing. Boo! And the lan-duo-gui keep pulling my hat and come off everytime. Aww! I shall post the photos of me with it soon, cause I'm too lazy to transfer. Oh! I took photo with my "daddy" down there. ^^ YIPPEESSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow working from five onwards! YAY! I wanna get off on x'mas day to celebrate with my family. Boo, Andus told me NO. Sad! A new year is coming and my 'O's results is coming out soon. It makes me chilly, I'm scared that I fail my freaking damnit idoit english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm keeping my smile at work cause it's a MUST. So, don't ever ask me dont smile, if not ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5439922060673570063?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5439922060673570063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5439922060673570063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5439922060673570063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5439922060673570063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-from-today-onwards-xmas-hats-is.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2184257574568737177</id><published>2008-12-15T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:05:32.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUYpDxW-joI/AAAAAAAABuE/OkPW1IyebfA/s1600-h/P1512080002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279952757904543362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUYpDxW-joI/AAAAAAAABuE/OkPW1IyebfA/s320/P1512080002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUYpArHoWZI/AAAAAAAABt8/3PFPWV58tpU/s1600-h/P1512080000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279952704689953170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUYpArHoWZI/AAAAAAAABt8/3PFPWV58tpU/s320/P1512080000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Gary (I mean Queensway Gary), I'm too lazy to go out at that time. Paiseh! I went out with my other friends to watch Twilight today at an earlier timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my day off, for the fucking finally, and I went to Sim Lim Square and helped Jacob to buy his ipod charger. I went to withdraw $30 bucks from my POSB account and I kissed a bye-bye to them. They flew away from me to some other entertainment. I such a waste money person huh. Later, I bus-ed back to CCK. I fell asleep in bus. Freaking sleepy. I havent slept for twelve hours since I started working. My eye-bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS EDDIE FOR THE GREEN COLOR SUNGLASSES AND THE ALOT ALOT OF CHOCOLATE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures up there show me wearing the sunglasses Eddie gave me. Cool! And I guess the chocolate I'll have to share with Alida! Munch-munch time for Alida! Awww, dark choclate is still the best of all! I caught the movie Twilight with dearest Sabrina and Eddie! I shant reveal the movie details, cause you'll have to watch it yourself! The movie was long, two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with writing about my day-off. I shall sleep early today, in case I can't wake up again tml for work. I'm bummed. As for my work, I wont say anything else, only that things seemed so fake. Even I can see without anybody saying, but my views have been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x SMILE FOR THE REST OF MY DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2184257574568737177?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2184257574568737177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2184257574568737177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2184257574568737177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2184257574568737177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-gary-i-mean-queensway-gary-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUYpDxW-joI/AAAAAAAABuE/OkPW1IyebfA/s72-c/P1512080002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5998455643919644824</id><published>2008-12-13T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:43:01.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now jailbreaking Jacob's ipodtouch. God, it's the newest version! 2.2! I spent the hell of a time trying out the new jailbreak system that only works for that firmware. And after a long long installation, I dont even know how to use! Oh my gosh, I dont need to sleep today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I havent bathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Stinky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5998455643919644824?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5998455643919644824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5998455643919644824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5998455643919644824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5998455643919644824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-now-jailbreaking-jacobs-ipodtouch.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8859811385639841891</id><published>2008-12-12T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:16:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cupcakes we made for Qianmei :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUFFfPCSzxI/AAAAAAAABts/00QkbyliLAc/s1600-h/P1112080003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278576641169346322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUFFfPCSzxI/AAAAAAAABts/00QkbyliLAc/s320/P1112080003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arent the cakes lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I woke up super duper early today, but I still overslept. It's like earlier than my earliest working time. I rushed and rushed and rushed to Lot 1, bought dearest blur blur sotong Brenda her birthday present, and then met up with Alida and rush rush rush to Takashimaya to buy parrot's (KJ) and crab's (QM) present. We spent alot of time finding those presents! We walked around like hundred times you know? And we're like thinking what's the horoscope Libra is in in chinese. I really hoped you animals will like it! Although it's belated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bus-ed back to CCK and met up with Sabrina and then bus-ed down to respective places. I went to Brenda's house. Alida and Sabrina to Qianmei's house. Lydia and KJ were at Bread's house and the cupcakes were almost complete. I helped abit in the icling thing on the cupcakes. It was damn difficult! And it tasted very very very sweet. God knows why. I don't have sweet tooth so it was really uber sweet for me. Lydia, when did you take sweet things? I saw you eating the uber sweet stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Lydia wore braces. IT's the first time I saw it, but it was quite okay on her. It's not really very obvious when she smile. Oh yes, thank you for the necklace! It was bought in Hong Kong Disneyland. You cool cool sotong. Officially new member of animal farm since secondary three? And, thanks Sabrina for your dearest present too! Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we head down to Qianmei's house, then we had a bit of planning here and there, and then surprised both Brenda and Qianmei with all the poppers, cupcakes and etc. Actually we told Brenda that we'll be celebrating Qianmei's bdae, but on the other hand, we told Qianmei that we're celebrating Brenda's bdae. And Qianmei and Brenda all blur blur never guessed. Our lying skills turning more and more superd! Then we played mahjong and taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when we're at the bus stop home, black pig forgot to bring back her handphone! BLUR BLUR BLACK PIG! Then we waited and missed three bus. And I reached home late. I had a bad stomache, and going to see doctor tml, by my mum's order. I hate it. Gosh, gonna have to wake up early again. And Takashimaya with Caiyan tml, to buy xmas stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I blame myself. I'm very guilty about not able to go work. I know it's my day off with animal farm, but ... Maybe of the commitment thing I pledged to my work or to Uncle Bernard. Regardless of what, the promise that I made by myself, was broken. Maybe it's not important to other, but it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;JUST GLAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8859811385639841891?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8859811385639841891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8859811385639841891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8859811385639841891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8859811385639841891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/cupcakes-we-made-for-qianmei-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SUFFfPCSzxI/AAAAAAAABts/00QkbyliLAc/s72-c/P1112080003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4391717532197256973</id><published>2008-12-10T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:09:46.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andus kept bullying me! BOOOO. Now Alida ... My life is so difficult. Alot of funny things happen today. Andus! He really ... I have nothing to say. Anyways, today is pretty much lyk every other day, except that I received a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tml I'm not working and I'm going to party with animal farm! Cheers! To Andus : "YAY. Finally don't need to see you. xP " Bernard and Wee Lek going to OBS. Awwwww. Uncle Bernard and Wee Wee. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've to buy presents ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4391717532197256973?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4391717532197256973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4391717532197256973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4391717532197256973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4391717532197256973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/andus-kept-bullying-me-boooo.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-1168958239706162165</id><published>2008-12-09T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:57:26.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andus and Auntie Anna didn't come today. Jacob and Fize was hell funny. When you ask Fize, "What course you take in university", he answered, "Cosmetic". Frigging funny man! Then Ervia say, "Yuya and Alida live in panjang, I live in cckang". Maybe because Andus and Auntie Anna not here, that's why everyone can joke and laugh around. Jacob, Raj, Fize and Jacob damn evil! They knew tomorrow there's a function and it'll be very busy, then they take off day. &lt;strong&gt;ARGGGHHH. EVIL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen people also joke with me. They went to catch the houseflies then asked me to eat or say that table blah blah blah order it. LOL. Freaking crazy. But then all the table number they say all nobody. Too bad. It's nice to talk to them. I don't think they know my name but everyone always joke with my name. Alida's name changed to "alibaba". It's so long ago joke. During secondary two time over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alida's mood changed better today. YAY. I really hoped that she'd be okay and work happily. Cause I'm enjoying as much as I can. If not the work will be too tough for me. Just take and let go. Stay happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHIX MAN ISSAC! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Chix man means muscle man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-1168958239706162165?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1168958239706162165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=1168958239706162165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1168958239706162165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/1168958239706162165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/andus-and-auntie-anna-didnt-come-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3681963978096745687</id><published>2008-12-07T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:59:51.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY FEET HAS ALOT OF SENSATIONS NOW.&lt;/strong&gt; Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy etc. Oh yes, it never goes away. I'm not tired at all when I'm at work, but my feet ... they can't take the weight of me anymore. Sobs! New scedule out. I've no more rest day now, and everyday is twelve to eight oclock but mostly, ten oclock. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Andus, my captain, very GOOD. In a sense. In the other, he kept teasing me and di-siaoing me. Hmpph. His favourite sentence, "You miss me arhs. Why come to me?" This always happen when he called me to him. I told him my leg damnit sore alrdy then he called me from station two to three, then tell me what he wanna say at station three and make me walk all the way back to kitchen! OUCH. My poor feet ... But today he's good to me. He kept smiling and I make ghost face to him he also never get angry. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lastly, Wee lek, always "bully" me! Always lie to me. Say work time you're not allowed to drink water ... I've a nickname for her! "Wee Wee"! Cheers. Now most of the staffs lazy to pronounce my name. All calling me "ya ya". That's what my family call me. At least only my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve oclock tml. &lt;strong&gt;ONLY ME.&lt;/strong&gt; Good luck yuya. Alida'll come at two only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Breaking into pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3681963978096745687?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3681963978096745687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3681963978096745687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3681963978096745687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3681963978096745687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-feet-has-alot-of-sensations-now.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8129852650973570304</id><published>2008-12-06T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:53:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's crowd was ... quite alot. Non-stop walking. I was actually assigned to Station 2 but then later I was grabbed to Station 3. I was, alone. Alida, I feel your lonliness now. The fed-up part was not enough cutlery. I had to keep run here and there! Made me more tired faster. And maybe because of my tiredness, I became clumsy. Also, I think it's because of that, Auntie Anna said that I set-up table very slow. But overall was fine. Taking orders was HARD, but it was fun too. I'm really scared that I take the wrong order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Ratna were kind and helpful to me. They told me the cutlery set-up and also kept asking if I'm okay or whatever. Jacob complained to me that he's very very very tired and said my face look very tired too. Luckily, Uncle Bernard was busy today so I din't see him often. So my clumsiness was not seen by him. And the GM came down today. I chatted with him while I had to take ice, and he praised Ervia, Alida and I. I'm relieved. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later when it's almost time to go home, Uncle Bernard say that he'll put Ervia, Alida and I together in a station the next time cause he think that our teamwork is good. And guess what? The three of us is now known as "Charlie Angels". Offically. I wonder where does that come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow working from twelve to eight. Maybe we'll work to ten. But it doesn't matter. Time really pass very quickly when it's busy. I need to have a thorough rest. I might collapse when I havent fully recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Battery low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8129852650973570304?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8129852650973570304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8129852650973570304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8129852650973570304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8129852650973570304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-crowd-was.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8726547229643128683</id><published>2008-12-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:47:46.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of job, awesomely tired. As you can see, I just reached home and bathed blah blah blah. However, the best part of the job was waitressing. BUT! I really think I sucked today. &lt;strong&gt;I FORGOT TO BRING MY NAMETAG. HOW FUCKING FORGETFUL AM I?&lt;/strong&gt; Uncle Bernard was angry with me but he forgave me eventually. The polo tee I'm wearing was also not acceptable. Fuck. The HR also never give the uniform and I'd to buy! God. Damn, do I've to buy another one? I spent fucking lots alrdy and I think I need to work three days at least to pay off them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andus, my outlet captain, was very kind. He treated Alida, Ervia and I food cause it's our first day. Uber cool! And the kitchen people were all very kind to me. Maybe I'm still a "xiao mei mei" in their eyes. Alida and I were the youngest there. They helped me with alot of kitchen stuff too. Thanks! So were the crew. Shasha etc. Ervia and I were assigned to Station 2 while Alida to Station 3. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I familarised myself with the surroundings. It's cool! All the angmohs came in and some were very helpful to me as well, cause they knew I'm new there. Sad to say, many were handsome man! Like Zac Efron type! Awwwwww. MY EYES! But, I shouldn't daydream. Work! During my not busy time, I can view the scenery and also see people play golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg was frigging pain. Eight hours straight, no sitting down. Pain! Oh yeah. Remind me again. BRING NAMETAG! Work again tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye Mummy and Daddy! Happy touring! I'm happy to be free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Breathless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8726547229643128683?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8726547229643128683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8726547229643128683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8726547229643128683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8726547229643128683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-day-of-job-awesomely-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-6772766034280948591</id><published>2008-12-04T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:30:51.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New job today.&lt;/strong&gt; At Warren Country Club as part-time waitress. Alida was employed too, cause I dragged her along for the interview and the people there accepted us two. YAY! We knew that they're going to just choose one, but yeah, they managed to squeeze two spots out for us. Yippee! We met a new girl, Ervia. FYI, it's not Ervin! She's a university student, but she doesn't look like it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The executive taking us for the tour, Mr. Bernard Soh aka Uncle Bernard, was a nice guy but he's strict and frigging serious when it comes to work. He's Uncle cause he's 26 years old, 10 years older than us and that lead us to Uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just touring around, sitting in a lounge and enjoying life? Lunch was on Uncle Bernard too. Then later he briefed us, and then we crapped around. He's very interested in our private life and yeah, we teased him alot on that part too. I kinda like him cause he's the supervisor that can take jokes and friendly with staff. We chatted alot and well ... I think this job is much much much more better. Maybe because Alida's working with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I received the notice to start work today, so I rushed and buy everything needed for work. Frigging expensive but I dont care. One black polo tee, $15, one pair of black skinny jeans, $26, and one pair of black shoes, $10. I'm damn broke so sorry people, whoever that wanna jio me to shop, I've no time and money now. Today I went to buy another pair of skinny jeans and black polo tee. I've to earn then back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the work isn't very tiring. Officially working on floor area today. Oh yeah, I'm officially sacking Haagen Daz, and I dont intend to even work for them on sunday. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;HEY, I'M COPING WELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-6772766034280948591?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6772766034280948591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=6772766034280948591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6772766034280948591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6772766034280948591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-job-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8010931511341683773</id><published>2008-12-01T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:00:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up pretty early, cause I went to return my friend's calculator. And that caused my eyes to be unable to open properly. THAT'S WHY SUNGLASSES ARE USEFUL. But the sun was GLARING, and I was also very super uber sweaty. I can't imagine even after a bath I'm still so sweaty and sticky and stinky. After returning, I went back to school to visit friends and bookshop auntie. As expected, the bookshop was as lively as ever. I missed the days where I worked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, later on, I went shopping with Alida. I hope to buy new clothes, but none was nice enough to catch my eye. I just wished that all the clothes are my type and I would buy them all. Cheers! Then we head back to Plaza to shop more, and both of us ended up in library. Perhaps that's thanks to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went library just yesterday but ... it's too attractive. I need to find another library, more books! Maybe I'll go bugis national library someday. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is really very sweet now. No naggings to do homework, and everyday sleep. Oh yeah, did I even mention that Haagen Daz work is quite sucky? Nevermind about that. I'm quiting it pretty soon and I'm going to a walk-in interview with Alida this wednesday at a restaurant at Vivo. YAY. New work as a waitress again is so frigging cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8010931511341683773?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8010931511341683773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8010931511341683773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8010931511341683773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8010931511341683773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-morning-i-woke-up-pretty-early.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7292601179931478751</id><published>2008-11-28T05:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:06:24.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HERE ARE THE PROM PHOTOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I know some of them are too dark, cause my phone really sucks&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Klk3biWI/AAAAAAAABNs/E2GQCva4e-I/s1600-h/P2711080009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273586066830100834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Klk3biWI/AAAAAAAABNs/E2GQCva4e-I/s320/P2711080009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KYU6aI4I/AAAAAAAABNk/l2a9hh-FIxA/s1600-h/Yuya+and+Qizheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585839209325442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KYU6aI4I/AAAAAAAABNk/l2a9hh-FIxA/s320/Yuya+and+Qizheng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Qi Zheng. (Damn the lightings! Super irritating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KT3-4-UI/AAAAAAAABNc/YLpvSFsDFUY/s1600-h/Wai+Cheong+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585762724018498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KT3-4-UI/AAAAAAAABNc/YLpvSFsDFUY/s320/Wai+Cheong+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waicheong and I. (Fuck the lightings again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KPnDyAtI/AAAAAAAABNU/xGht2rYkgEw/s1600-h/Tay+Ye+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585689461654226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KPnDyAtI/AAAAAAAABNU/xGht2rYkgEw/s320/Tay+Ye+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tay Ye and I. (Did you see the serious look on his face?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KKOqXQrI/AAAAAAAABNM/gCxXI0XxETE/s1600-h/P2711080028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585597013246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KKOqXQrI/AAAAAAAABNM/gCxXI0XxETE/s320/P2711080028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peiyu and I. (A dearest kiss to Peiyu! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KEXiQzII/AAAAAAAABNE/R_gC0RxgINc/s1600-h/P2711080027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585496315972738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KEXiQzII/AAAAAAAABNE/R_gC0RxgINc/s320/P2711080027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elaine and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KAXv_VkI/AAAAAAAABM8/-QpGWLn8Mws/s1600-h/P2711080026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585427654071874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-KAXv_VkI/AAAAAAAABM8/-QpGWLn8Mws/s320/P2711080026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peishi and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-J72NzyII/AAAAAAAABM0/0Dqbbey81xs/s1600-h/P2711080021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585349932861570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-J72NzyII/AAAAAAAABM0/0Dqbbey81xs/s320/P2711080021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-J32ammLI/AAAAAAAABMs/-_Y_f86nm4A/s1600-h/P2711080020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585281267046578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-J32ammLI/AAAAAAAABMs/-_Y_f86nm4A/s320/P2711080020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anisa and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Jze9gICI/AAAAAAAABMk/AzOiL7mwKdU/s1600-h/P2711080019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585206251495458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Jze9gICI/AAAAAAAABMk/AzOiL7mwKdU/s320/P2711080019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madeline and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JuunTdzI/AAAAAAAABMc/Ca5uU7mR9AY/s1600-h/P2711080018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585124554012466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JuunTdzI/AAAAAAAABMc/Ca5uU7mR9AY/s320/P2711080018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PROM KING MELVINDER and I. (Melvinder! Your pants are uber cute! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JqGCdglI/AAAAAAAABMU/r7nKfTKGyac/s1600-h/P2711080017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585044942586450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JqGCdglI/AAAAAAAABMU/r7nKfTKGyac/s320/P2711080017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joanne and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Jj23ohWI/AAAAAAAABMM/wQpt8Iv7HKI/s1600-h/P2711080016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584937791423842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Jj23ohWI/AAAAAAAABMM/wQpt8Iv7HKI/s320/P2711080016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Germaine and I. (GERMAINE'S SUPER SEXY DRESS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JfX8wgiI/AAAAAAAABME/Q42bGLkQP6Y/s1600-h/P2711080015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584860771942946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JfX8wgiI/AAAAAAAABME/Q42bGLkQP6Y/s320/P2711080015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KAIJUN AND I. (Muacks to the dearest animal farm parrot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Ja8cd22I/AAAAAAAABL8/JYnE0mDLCXY/s1600-h/P2711080013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584784669268834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Ja8cd22I/AAAAAAAABL8/JYnE0mDLCXY/s320/P2711080013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SABRINA AND I. (Kisses to the one and only black black pig in the animal farm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JV-CIjxI/AAAAAAAABL0/8ZilfRUs3u8/s1600-h/Xinhui+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584699196346130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JV-CIjxI/AAAAAAAABL0/8ZilfRUs3u8/s320/Xinhui+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xinhui and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JO5c_CwI/AAAAAAAABLs/GdK2YX7JVhs/s1600-h/P2711080012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584577707707138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JO5c_CwI/AAAAAAAABLs/GdK2YX7JVhs/s320/P2711080012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pretty ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JJoE56NI/AAAAAAAABLk/ALXDPTH3Bho/s1600-h/P2711080011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584487143958738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-JJoE56NI/AAAAAAAABLk/ALXDPTH3Bho/s320/P2711080011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brenda and I. (Blurr blurr sotong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-I_VUzOfI/AAAAAAAABLc/E0_1XDKwyfc/s1600-h/Mr.+Rani+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584310311664114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-I_VUzOfI/AAAAAAAABLc/E0_1XDKwyfc/s320/Mr.+Rani+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Rani and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-I75oSGbI/AAAAAAAABLU/3mrPbLSTgmg/s1600-h/Kai+Sian+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584251337578930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-I75oSGbI/AAAAAAAABLU/3mrPbLSTgmg/s320/Kai+Sian+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kai Sian and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-I2zcwIkI/AAAAAAAABLM/lVqC2k4mSUQ/s1600-h/Hui+Min+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584163779256898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-I2zcwIkI/AAAAAAAABLM/lVqC2k4mSUQ/s320/Hui+Min+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hui Min and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Iycrix4I/AAAAAAAABLE/t6nL-MpK_Yw/s1600-h/Feng+Hao+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584088947804034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Iycrix4I/AAAAAAAABLE/t6nL-MpK_Yw/s320/Feng+Hao+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tall tall Feng Hao and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-IvNDXaUI/AAAAAAAABK8/VyOVOrXVax4/s1600-h/Ervin+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273584033213147458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-IvNDXaUI/AAAAAAAABK8/VyOVOrXVax4/s320/Ervin+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ervin and I. (Seriously, the lights sucks!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-IiEE0UMI/AAAAAAAABKk/KeU3db2t3-E/s1600-h/Ashri+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273583807465017538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-IiEE0UMI/AAAAAAAABKk/KeU3db2t3-E/s320/Ashri+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashri and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-IOUTJp0I/AAAAAAAABKc/CndFSqc9hFk/s1600-h/Andrew+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273583468222719810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-IOUTJp0I/AAAAAAAABKc/CndFSqc9hFk/s320/Andrew+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER PROM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Iq7VwryI/AAAAAAAABK0/x_txyzyosQY/s1600-h/Elina,+Peiyu,+Qianmei,+Andrew,+Isabelle+and+Yuya..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273583959738986274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Iq7VwryI/AAAAAAAABK0/x_txyzyosQY/s320/Elina,+Peiyu,+Qianmei,+Andrew,+Isabelle+and+Yuya..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-InHKE2PI/AAAAAAAABKs/wyO_pEj3Fm8/s1600-h/Elina,+Peiyu,+Qianmei,+Andrew,+Isabelle+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273583894191724786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-InHKE2PI/AAAAAAAABKs/wyO_pEj3Fm8/s320/Elina,+Peiyu,+Qianmei,+Andrew,+Isabelle+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehs. The crazy six who went midnight movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Here's the day. My very and first in my sixteen years life, PROM. I met up with Germaine and Elina at the Salon and we did our hair. I don't really like mine cause I want it TIED UP! But whatever. &lt;strong&gt;Germaine's dress was OMFG SEXY! &lt;/strong&gt;She told me she got guys whistling at her on her way here! WOOTS! After that, they came to my house to do make-up, for whole THREE HOURS. We didn't went to a professional to do the make-up, but rather, do ourselves. A sense of accomplishment. My mum then lent Germaine shoes to wear cause my sister says what Germaine is wearing does not suit her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around six plus, off we go to GRAND CORPTHONE WATERFRONT. My brother fetch us there and we reached at around 7.15 p.m. Peiyu was wearing yellow! Walking banana? Then we met up with others and headed ogg to level two to register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYONE WAS PRETTILY AND HANDSOMELY DRESSED UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of photo-taking went on and on. Lucky Draw was pretty dumb. The prizes ... You might as well say don't give. Takashimaya vouchers. I didn't know that I won. I was talking to Nisa, then suddenly Harrison keep calling me to go up. Without knowing what happened, I blurr blurr walked up. $20 takashimaya voucher. Not bad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this prom queen and king election game. &lt;strong&gt;Our table sarbo-ed Germaine up. SORRY GERMAINE!&lt;/strong&gt; Anyways, the games were uber hilarious! Eg. Walking down the aisle and the girl have to kiss the guy, a short scene of acting of titanic, three shots of photos that would've to make the judges and audience say acceptable, do dancing with music, and ten shots of KAWAII neoprint shots. I should say that the girl have to kiss the guy part was ... but people really did that. SPORTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this dance floor where the prom kings and queens have to do the first dance. But then, no one else joined in the dance floor. All went around and take photos. Everything ended at around ten. Teachers and student leaders had a hard time chasing us down to the lobby cause everyone was still engrossed in photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiyu, Isabelle, Qianmei, Andrew, Elina and I had a hard time finding cab! We at first thought that going out of the hotel to the roads would find a cab easier than waiting for cab a the hotel. There's a long queue too. But in the end, we gave up. Our legs were frigging pain after wearing the damn heels! SOBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we cabbed down to cineleisure, and watched 1.20 a.m. movie, Four Christmas. In the meantime while waiting for the movie time to reached, &lt;strong&gt;we sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG TO QIANMEI, LOUD AND CLEAR!&lt;/strong&gt; And we went to the coffee cafe outside cineleisure to drink coffee. The movie was funny and quite dumb, but it was a good laugh. After that, it was VERY EARLY, and then we cabbed back to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you realised that orchard was full of "ah-bengs"? Peiyu said that they tried to come to us or whatever. Who cares? Peiyu left her ring in the toilet, and she has to go back in the morning again to try find it back. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last happy moments with most of the dunearnites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thanks to MY MUMMY who did my nails, MY SISTER who helped in my make-up, MY BROTHER AND FATHER who thought of ways to drive to the hotel and MY WHOLE FAMILY for their concern.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Lets say the goodbyes.&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/6912872057329601763-7292601179931478751?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7292601179931478751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7292601179931478751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7292601179931478751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7292601179931478751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-are-prom-photos-i-know-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Klk3biWI/AAAAAAAABNs/E2GQCva4e-I/s72-c/P2711080009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7299699887604552776</id><published>2008-11-26T14:51:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:04:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the long-awaited photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY ZI-LIANING :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Xk7FzdfI/AAAAAAAABQM/q-F68BNjZyQ/s1600-h/P2311080015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273600349267260914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Xk7FzdfI/AAAAAAAABQM/q-F68BNjZyQ/s320/P2311080015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Xd7gzitI/AAAAAAAABQE/FwDor8lR-FQ/s1600-h/P2311080013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273600229121428178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Xd7gzitI/AAAAAAAABQE/FwDor8lR-FQ/s320/P2311080013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-XYa4tfFI/AAAAAAAABP8/L3cDrWGbtSA/s1600-h/P2311080016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273600134463978578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-XYa4tfFI/AAAAAAAABP8/L3cDrWGbtSA/s320/P2311080016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-XT4HDNjI/AAAAAAAABP0/xmJlKg2gLqc/s1600-h/P2311080018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273600056409404978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-XT4HDNjI/AAAAAAAABP0/xmJlKg2gLqc/s320/P2311080018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR EDDIE MESSING AROUND WITH MY PHONE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-XB89AnuI/AAAAAAAABPs/a-0urEWegSI/s1600-h/P2111080001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599748471824098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-XB89AnuI/AAAAAAAABPs/a-0urEWegSI/s320/P2111080001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-W-ekiSaI/AAAAAAAABPk/E4WwO6Dplag/s1600-h/P2111080005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599688776501666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-W-ekiSaI/AAAAAAAABPk/E4WwO6Dplag/s320/P2111080005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-W1S7BNFI/AAAAAAAABPc/qtGYF0kVrpQ/s1600-h/P2111080000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599531030754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-W1S7BNFI/AAAAAAAABPc/qtGYF0kVrpQ/s320/P2111080000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTOSA DATE WITH RACHEL :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599198151493074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Wh62axdI/AAAAAAAABPM/kAqtBKkkdRs/s320/P2011080001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WnAdbSyI/AAAAAAAABPU/SrW30j3B08Y/s1600-h/P2011080003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599285556628258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WnAdbSyI/AAAAAAAABPU/SrW30j3B08Y/s320/P2011080003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINNER AT HOTEL :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WOdD1RfI/AAAAAAAABPE/LEM8KVYjW9o/s1600-h/P1911080000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273598863737177586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WOdD1RfI/AAAAAAAABPE/LEM8KVYjW9o/s320/P1911080000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WJCxCvtI/AAAAAAAABO8/GHQJNh9DsBA/s1600-h/P1911080002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273598770779700946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WJCxCvtI/AAAAAAAABO8/GHQJNh9DsBA/s320/P1911080002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WFVQ6sXI/AAAAAAAABO0/CF4AYmJBD9Q/s1600-h/P1911080003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273598707025752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-WFVQ6sXI/AAAAAAAABO0/CF4AYmJBD9Q/s320/P1911080003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-V_hqNAcI/AAAAAAAABOs/ydhjDnfhsHY/s1600-h/P1911080004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273598607273820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-V_hqNAcI/AAAAAAAABOs/ydhjDnfhsHY/s320/P1911080004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SQUASH :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VpyJnAcI/AAAAAAAABOk/xxcdiwA2jxQ/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273598233743393218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VpyJnAcI/AAAAAAAABOk/xxcdiwA2jxQ/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Vksy9I0I/AAAAAAAABOc/xFexGOA6MXk/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273598146406851394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Vksy9I0I/AAAAAAAABOc/xFexGOA6MXk/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Vbh8AMcI/AAAAAAAABOU/gY4kwAhrMnM/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273597988873187778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Vbh8AMcI/AAAAAAAABOU/gY4kwAhrMnM/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VYDJXhBI/AAAAAAAABOM/vqtdo4Y45dQ/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273597929068135442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VYDJXhBI/AAAAAAAABOM/vqtdo4Y45dQ/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VT6EQsHI/AAAAAAAABOE/H1VM60Ms7rY/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273597857911320690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VT6EQsHI/AAAAAAAABOE/H1VM60Ms7rY/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VNQaFErI/AAAAAAAABN8/EZynIVthmEw/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273597743649329842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VNQaFErI/AAAAAAAABN8/EZynIVthmEw/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VJph5eKI/AAAAAAAABN0/PYcvylhFd3w/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273597681673533602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-VJph5eKI/AAAAAAAABN0/PYcvylhFd3w/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x My days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7299699887604552776?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7299699887604552776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7299699887604552776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7299699887604552776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7299699887604552776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-are-long-awaited-photos-my-zi.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SS-Xk7FzdfI/AAAAAAAABQM/q-F68BNjZyQ/s72-c/P2311080015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7785964076775247276</id><published>2008-11-23T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:26:44.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother finally fixed the new computer, so hell yay! It loads all the pages much more faster. Cheers! But now, I've alot of downloading to do. That sucks. And to add on, all my videos said bye-bye to me. I only left music and photos, cause my brother said it took too long to copy into his hard disk. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED ITUNES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x I'm relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7785964076775247276?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7785964076775247276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7785964076775247276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7785964076775247276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7785964076775247276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-brother-finally-fixed-new-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-6889390111367955548</id><published>2008-11-23T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:15:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, for the very first day of this week, I'm able to &lt;strong&gt;REST&lt;/strong&gt; without going out. My sister was like, "Wahh, today you so guai? Never go out?" I was like whatever. I could've slept till very late, but my mum was like, "Your breakfast is still on the table and I've cooked lunch alrdy. You better wake up now, if not you've to eat both together later." With that, I jumped out my bed. I hated eating breakfast and unch seperately! So gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight's dinner is PIZZA!&lt;/strong&gt; My mum finally get over the idea with pizza being so disgusting. Cheers! And lemme see ... I'm currently super bored. That's why I said that home just sucks. I want to start working for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eddie woke me up by a sms at 8 a.m. + + !! Oh boy, I was still sleeping! Thank you very much man, for the wrong morning call time. God. He asked me to lunch with Elina and him at 12 p.m. I said okay, but changed the time to 1 p.m. because I want to sleep more. In the end, I still overslept and was late. Sorry, cause I had to sleep at least twelve hours per day before I can be fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Ichiban Sushi. Eddie said that he woke up so early to do laundry, and Elina and I was lyk shocked. Then Eddie said that he couldn't talk to those people who dont wash clothes. So I argued back and said that Eddie only talks to washing machine which wash clothes. He became the wasing machine guy. Pretty lame, but we crapped alot around. Eddie and Elina went to library with me cause I brought a book along and want to finish it and return it. While I was reading, Eddie took my phone and started taking weird photos of himeself and set it as my phone's background. He really looked like a ghost! I shall upload the photos asap when my brother finish making a new computer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to accompany Elina to Bugis, my currently most dreaded place, as I've been there until I almost wanna puke. Sick of it. We walked walked and walked. Elina's finding her prom night shoes. There's only one of a kind that she wanted and it's lyk alrdy out of the fashion trend now, or maybe not for this season, so it's difficult to find. But still, she managed to find one to her liking. Cool. Then we bus-ed back down to Bangkit and went to check out all the salons prices for styling hair. We decided on one though and the makeup ... We should do on our own. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry Elina, I kept yawning all the way. =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Eddie : I want food from America! Hehs. Nice nice nice edible snacks. ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no electricity today from 9 a.m. to 5.30 p.m.!&lt;/strong&gt; I'd to wake up at eight oclock to bathe! I'm pissed, but I can't do anything about it. Everything just really sucks because of the stupid lift upgrading. Then I went to Plaza McDonald's to eat the breakfast budget meal. It's my favourite breakfast meal at McDonald's. Then I had to read storybooks and wait for Rachel to meet me at CCK at 11.30 a.m. to bus down to Harbour Front. We're going to Sentosa to tan. Not exactly is I'm tanning, but Rachel needs more tan than I do, cause anymore tan would make me look lyk a "roasted duck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's no raining today. Perhaps is because Rain didn't go to sentosa? It's just another crappy joke that Alida taught me. The sun was high up in the sky, and made me giddy. We didn't stay in Sentosa for very long cause the sun was killing me. So we went bathing. For the very first time, there's no people in the toilet! The thing that I kept complaining to Rachel was that "I didn't bring comb and Rachel didn't bring too! I was depressed. Whatever. My stomache was growling at that time so we headed back to Vivo City and ate BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around and I decided to buy eye shadow. I want to save the hell of money by doing makeup on my own. Budget. That's influenced by Rachel. Heh. Everything at Vivo was really expensive so we bused back to CCK to go to Sasa shop. I bought a bronzy-gold eyeshadow. I tried to do it on myself, but it didn't work out good. &lt;strong&gt;So I'm waiting for my saviour, ANISA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So she better don't ps me, if not 'm so dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to play squash with Lydia and Alida at Lydia's godmother's condo. It was fun, but scary! Alida's sudden ball would always &lt;strong&gt;ALMOST&lt;/strong&gt; hit me. Then Lydia would always laugh. And I'm serioudly VERY SORRY to Lydia cause the racket flew out of my hand and went bye-bye. And I liked Lydia's reaction. Fantastic. We played until four plus, then I had to rush back home. I'd dinner to attend. Alida and I ran out of the condo to the bus stop and we just took 963, which is to Harbour Front! Gosh, it's so stupid of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at "Windows on the park", in a hotel, somewhere around centrepoint. A western buffet, with Mr. Raj, Lynn and Eddie. My tuition mates who could make it on that day. The food was okay, and I couldn't really eat alot during dinner time and was full after eating lyk just a plate. We then started chatting about school and alot of crappy stuffs. After that, Mr. Raj sent us home by car! God, it's a round-a-bout for him cause he lives at Seng Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted that post cause I'm no longer pissed. And you don't need to know the reason cause I'm not obliged to say. Anyways, I shall say that staying at home with siblings is the worse thing that I can ever imagined. It's far more better being alone. I'm freaking used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-6889390111367955548?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6889390111367955548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=6889390111367955548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6889390111367955548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6889390111367955548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-finally-for-very-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7219097394678346287</id><published>2008-11-17T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:49:52.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday, I went Far East with my mummy. Finally, I bought a gold wallet for the prom. And today, I went to Bugis with my mummy again, and I bought shoes. Alright, I'm currently feeling very very stupid. My mummy give me two hundred bucks for my new year clothes and I dont wanna use my own money for prom, and now, I left seventy plus dollars. And this was in just freaking three days! My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg is now numb from shopping, and this is the first time I shopped so much! God, this is uber crazy. Trust me, this is so worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also went to play badminton with Lydia, Alida, Huldah, Christine and Brenda. It's so fun! But we ended up playing toe-touch and Lydia did break dance for us! OMG. Lydia, I love you man! You better teach me how to do! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LASTLY, UBER THANKS TO ALIDA AND LYDIA FOR THE FABULOUS PRESENT. A CUP WITH ALL MY MEMORIES! I'M GONNA CHERISH IT FOREVER! ALSO, LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR XMAS PRESENT. IT'LL BE VERY SPECIAL. ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7219097394678346287?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7219097394678346287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7219097394678346287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7219097394678346287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7219097394678346287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-i-went-far-east-with-my-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8901897045072511431</id><published>2008-11-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:55:05.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went shopping with Alida today. I bought a GOLD BAG, and a GOLD BELT, and my prom dress. Yeah, really shopped alot and spent alot. Thanks man! She accompanied me to try alot alot of dresses. Now I just left shoes and accesories to buy. PHEW. And I can finally dont need to think so much about what am I wearing for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then when I reached home, I realised that OMG, there's something wrong with the dress. I so wanna die. God, am I seriously going back to Far East again tomrrow? It's pretty fucked up. God, orchard seems bullshit now. No more excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8901897045072511431?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8901897045072511431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8901897045072511431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8901897045072511431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8901897045072511431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-shopping-with-alida-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2869174611822673654</id><published>2008-11-13T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:49:42.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[re-edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268477875817902882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SR1ktuchcyI/AAAAAAAABKM/miROwVo7Pb8/s320/P1311080001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SR1kxvrMBMI/AAAAAAAABKU/OgXAN2Q9Qw4/s1600-h/P1311080005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268477944867325122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SR1kxvrMBMI/AAAAAAAABKU/OgXAN2Q9Qw4/s320/P1311080005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS FINALLY OVER.&lt;/strong&gt; God bless me. Biology paper was lyk, "when is it going to end? I wanna party!" type, so I have absolutely no mood to even do the paper seriously. Anyways, I anyhow do also not bad. Not a lot of answers differ though. I'm freaking happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MESSED UP MY HAIR! And it's blonde hightlighted now.&lt;/strong&gt; But, I'm not a blonde alright? I went with Rachel, Nisa, Anisa and Alida. And we all did our hair. Alida's red is frigging cool! God. And the price's like cheaper but the outcome was still very awesome. I hope my job wont forbid this color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Bugis just now with Rachel, Anisa, Nisa and Ervin. At LJS. We left alot of food behind cause we can't finish. Rachel was lyk screaming at me, "YUYA! How can you waste chicken meat? You killed them you know?" Then I was lyk pointing at Nisa's food and Nisa's lyk, "SHHHH!" That's funny. And then we went to shop for Nisa's shades. She's really cute in those shades! Later late night, we bus-ed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2869174611822673654?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2869174611822673654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2869174611822673654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2869174611822673654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2869174611822673654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SR1ktuchcyI/AAAAAAAABKM/miROwVo7Pb8/s72-c/P1311080001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5311550498576797406</id><published>2008-11-11T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:51:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I THANK ALIDA, LYDIA, CELINE, YIXIAN, HULDAH, MARCUS, SABRINA, KAIJUN, PERRY &amp;amp; ALIDA'S MUM FOR BEING THERE FOR MY "SURPRISE" BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the fabulous wonderful day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381443964012290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_g_f1hwI/AAAAAAAABIc/kCMZ_fPDvkM/s320/My+birthday+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381557113202354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_nlAtJrI/AAAAAAAABIk/OawF9C3O-RU/s320/My+birthday+presents!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really appreciate all these! And to Lydia, Alida, and Alida's sister, the duck is really cute and blur blur queen lyk me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381835616740946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_3yhH5lI/AAAAAAAABI8/typu9n_v0zs/s320/The+celebrators.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381912005537762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_8PFob-I/AAAAAAAABJE/JXFq80QsFyM/s320/The+celebrators..jpg" border="0" /&gt;The people who came to celebrate my birthday. Awesome people. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267382410624035762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmAZQli67I/AAAAAAAABJU/vIp7zI8VvYw/s320/IMG_4243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267382661319702930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmAn2gDOZI/AAAAAAAABJc/JFao38-Y1Eg/s320/IMG_4244.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267382928042729954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmA3YHxoeI/AAAAAAAABJk/0LeTc2xuQAQ/s320/IMG_4247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The wonderful setup and food. I'm uber super duper touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380859777193378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl--_O2FaI/AAAAAAAABHs/dDoykNBQqVQ/s320/Lydia+and+Celine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267384368649782178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmCLOzQw6I/AAAAAAAABKE/cFldMHA0DcQ/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kungfu showdown. Look at Celine's Lee Xiao Long face! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383577613182514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmBdL9cJjI/AAAAAAAABJ0/gY2d0_9vDTo/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmB0Hc-h9I/AAAAAAAABJ8/9OSBfk2V7C4/s1600-h/IMG_4261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383971540273106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmB0Hc-h9I/AAAAAAAABJ8/9OSBfk2V7C4/s320/IMG_4261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Errrsss, this shot really sucks. It needs coordination and furthurmore, sorry about the zhao geng part. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380052015675442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-P-FfeDI/AAAAAAAABG0/MDXCHTb61tw/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Family photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380263350238162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-cRXk-9I/AAAAAAAABHE/A8ellvUTKGM/s320/Huldah,+Yixian,+Yuya,+Lydia+and+Celine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267379874944901490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-Fqch4XI/AAAAAAAABGk/MAn2nmnNHMw/s320/11-11-08_1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267379960573781666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-KpcC5qI/AAAAAAAABGs/c9dSKiD7O3A/s320/11-11-08_1459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls of 4E1'08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380961423011506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_E55GLrI/AAAAAAAABH0/lA2_Ixr572A/s320/Lydia,+Alida,+Huldah+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381223541774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_UKXFF7I/AAAAAAAABIE/pUQLZ5Mid6I/s320/Marcus,+Lydia,+Alida+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_XkZMiWI/AAAAAAAABIM/jyDnKwEVN-k/s1600-h/Marcus,+Lydia,+Alida+and+Yuya..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381282069580130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_XkZMiWI/AAAAAAAABIM/jyDnKwEVN-k/s320/Marcus,+Lydia,+Alida+and+Yuya..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383347588435154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRmBPzDRDNI/AAAAAAAABJs/Ltm_TXCfGRw/s320/IMG_4255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380761634297714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-5RnwV3I/AAAAAAAABHk/P9RdarN6C4k/s320/Kaijun,+Sabrina,+Perry+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380452607436002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-nSaApOI/AAAAAAAABHU/296cxpSMyiQ/s320/Kaijun,+Sabrina,+Alida+and+Yuya..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380343663962946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-g8j3K0I/AAAAAAAABHM/lu6DoBX-J1o/s320/Kaijun,+Sabrina,+Alida+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380530622898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-r1CWINI/AAAAAAAABHc/l_kPLRYjVyU/s320/Kaijun,+Sabrina,+Lydia+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267379785988636482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-AfDs_0I/AAAAAAAABGc/UhbJuUjbKZA/s320/11-11-08_1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_KijTdqI/AAAAAAAABH8/xZF6bTO4cbc/s1600-h/Marcus+and+Yuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381058236806818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_KijTdqI/AAAAAAAABH8/xZF6bTO4cbc/s320/Marcus+and+Yuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381756331873682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_zLKI1ZI/AAAAAAAABI0/jzTKP68NtXs/s320/P1111080020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381681726077586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_u1OuupI/AAAAAAAABIs/5KX-YeVBKFM/s320/P1111080010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380143016898706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl-VRF38JI/AAAAAAAABG8/4ggpXxrRotQ/s320/Huldah,+Alida+and+Yuya..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381375000327410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_c-lnNPI/AAAAAAAABIU/dL-t4Q5Ed6s/s320/P1111080006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seriously speaking, I was being led unknowingly to Alida's house. I didn't know about this thing, and when I entered her house, "POP!" sounds were all over. I was seriously overwhelmed, and very surprised. Alida, you could be the greatest actor, or was I just really that stupid? I admit that I'm not clever though. I really thanked the people for doing all the preparations, and I seriously loved the food. It's the best lunch I ever had every since exams started! Heavenly nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did alot of photo shots as well. Then, we played block-catching. It might sound a bit lyk primary school game, but it's really fun. Celine started off being the catcher, and it's quite exciting! Running and hiding. I ended up partnering with Alida and we're the last to be caught. By Lydia. The one who act as "foe". Many thanks, Lydia! Then we went on and tricked Celine into believing that we're still "safe". It's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alida's house was full of vcds. She could open up a vcd rent shop. I'd been four year friends with Alida. Despite all the quarrels and whatever, it strengthened our friendship. Lydia was a cool and quiet girl whom I changed her into a crappy but still cool girl. Hey Lydia, isn't it good to laugh and joke? ^^ They're really my lifetime friends that I'll live to regret if I ever missed meeting them. It's great to have fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presents, they're really great! I love them very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's the party which I craved for ever since. GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x I ah-dore my sweet sixteen. TYVM!&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/6912872057329601763-5311550498576797406?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5311550498576797406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5311550498576797406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5311550498576797406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5311550498576797406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-thank-alida-lydia-celine-yixian.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRl_g_f1hwI/AAAAAAAABIc/kCMZ_fPDvkM/s72-c/My+birthday+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-592168152620157089</id><published>2008-11-09T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:21:20.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spending my birthday time on Physics. How great can that be? It's totally wasted but well, I don't really care. Blame it on my luck. Heh. Thanks alot to those who wished me Happy birthday! LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more papers to go and I can totally say goodbye to Dunearn until next year. It's kind of sad that there's no more school with my buddies, and have lesser chance of seeing ANIMAL FARM peeps, but I'll never forget those loving memories. It's fantastic to have you guys as my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-592168152620157089?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/592168152620157089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=592168152620157089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/592168152620157089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/592168152620157089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-spending-my-birthday-time-on-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7736855526771947292</id><published>2008-11-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:36:15.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On my way home from Plaza, I saw FAIRUL! Omg, can you believe it? Well, actually is he saw me and went after me to stop me. I think he called me but I was blasting my ipod and I didn't survey the surroundings, so I didn't know who's calling. He was faking mad, but we chatted for a while. He's having a "concert" at plaza garden at seven tonight. Good luck for his performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from shocked, when I was waiting for bus at the bus interchange, a lady suddenly talked to me. I was like ??? She asked me, "Is your skin color natutally tan or artifically tan?" I replied, "Naturally tan." She was like, "Omg, I can't even have that color of yours, and your skin color is nice. Like the hawaii people." She asked about my family if they all have my skin color. I just said, "Apart from my mum." Quite sudden man. Never imagined this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum and she said, "Why didn't you tell her that you prefer a fairer skin color?" Absurb!&lt;strong&gt; I ABSOLUTELY AH-DORE MY SKIN COLOR. IT'S TAN MAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if anything weirder is gonna happen to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;TANNED SKIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7736855526771947292?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7736855526771947292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7736855526771947292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7736855526771947292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7736855526771947292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-my-way-home-from-plaza-i-saw-fairul.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8874002283091834686</id><published>2008-11-07T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:09:09.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRRKLMEmLDI/AAAAAAAABGU/htQvpBoZBWo/s1600-h/P0711080002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265915420382473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRRKLMEmLDI/AAAAAAAABGU/htQvpBoZBWo/s320/P0711080002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I LOVE LAS VEGAS" necklace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fantastic. Fabulous. Beautiful. It's silver, my best color of all, and yeah, I love words necklace. Though my sister says it's not worth the money, she still bought for me. Awwww. I'm glad. In japanese, I should say "Kirei kirei", right? Yay! That completed my first birthday wishlist. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd decided to start mugging today, but in the end, I can't stop my hands and brain from all the distractions. I slept till twelve plus and woke up to use computer, and then "mug" for two hours, then head back to sleep. God, sucks to be me. I woke up again and here I am, using computer. I know my life routine kinda like lifeless, but I'm seriously tired out cause I sleep v late due to watching tv and reading storybooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Three more days to my own atm card. Getting it without asking for my parents help. It's also that I don't wanna ask money from my parents. I'll be more independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x I'm happy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8874002283091834686?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8874002283091834686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8874002283091834686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8874002283091834686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8874002283091834686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-las-vegas-necklace.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRRKLMEmLDI/AAAAAAAABGU/htQvpBoZBWo/s72-c/P0711080002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4446715659947455262</id><published>2008-11-06T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:05:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524161038160002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmU5bqkII/AAAAAAAABFc/T5ay9UkObTQ/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524074189438914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmP15UP8I/AAAAAAAABFU/7Hd-muGprAw/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know I kinda look dumb in this photo cause we arent supposingly to smile? Well ... Get over it? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524245319022002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmZzZydbI/AAAAAAAABFk/3Hog-PfnRYs/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524504779981490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmo5-GgrI/AAAAAAAABF8/AS9NddlmWlM/s320/me+and+lydia..jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's the two models for today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524423930129170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmkMx_qxI/AAAAAAAABF0/JFydRUB4KuA/s320/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524325868345138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmefePlzI/AAAAAAAABFs/3SlHcmt5uRE/s320/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My cap looks abit weird, so well ... I dont know. Maybe cause of the clip on my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524661449204242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmyBm9IhI/AAAAAAAABGM/ay6i-cxYilA/s320/P0611080002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's it. Sorry that my fringe is so frigging long that it covers my face huh. Yeah, I'll be chopping it off sooner, or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265524577603487794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmtJQlCDI/AAAAAAAABGE/bnhdOxRhK70/s320/P0611080001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went to Plaza Singapura with Alida and Lydia to watch High School Musical 3. All of us can't get over the pinky-style. Yeah, and we're lyk ewwww? The best imagination you can have is think Lydia in pink. And I think you'll know how ewww it is. Sorry to all the pink lovers. And the whole movie was about singing, but something I should complement about is that all the songs made the plot more interesting. The movie wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, we ate the Chief's Blend Noodles. It's freaking nice, and I always loved it. Lydia somehow fell in love with it. ^^ But it was very filling. It was the second time I ate it, but I'll definitely eat it everytime I go to Plaza Singapura. Then we head to Espirt and tried on the caps. Funny! Lydia was like "Oh no, please." I guess waiting for her to wear a cap and get a photo shot was pretty difficult. But then, we spent a great deal of trying on stuffs there. Alright, the truth is, I'm not a cap-person. I kinda look ugly with caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bus-ed to Far East. I saw Joash, and Coleen and her gang. Today's such a great day to see so many familiar faces? Then we walked around. I was engrossed in sunglasses and necklaces, while Alida and Lydia were into caps. They found the caps they like but then they didn't buy. I saw this frigging beautiful necklace, &lt;strong&gt;"I LOVE LAS VEGAS".&lt;/strong&gt; God, it's a to die for! It'll be the first on my birthday list now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sister : "Hey, I found something that I liked and lack of and I really super duper want it." Cause the last time she asked I was like, "I'm not actually lack of anything? I've ipodtouch and handphone, unless you wanna buy a laptop for me." LOL. I hope the necklace is still there when I get my sister to buy it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad that I had a day's fun with my dearest buddies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;I could die for that dazzling necklace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4446715659947455262?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4446715659947455262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4446715659947455262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4446715659947455262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4446715659947455262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-kinda-look-dumb-in-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SRLmU5bqkII/AAAAAAAABFc/T5ay9UkObTQ/s72-c/DSC00469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4997253294218004537</id><published>2008-11-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:48:52.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to get my application form and my typhoid form. Right, and today, I went for an injection. Typhoid injection. To me, it's frigging pain! I always hated needles since primary school. No particular reason, but just can't believe a freaking small needle can inflict such pain!But then, the waiting was very fast. Phew. It's just half an hour or so. Not one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I head down to dhouby ghuat. Can you believe it? Today, yesterday and tomorrow, I'll be at orchard. God, breakthrough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily. Luckily, I had an umbrella, if not, I'll be drenched when I head over to get my uniform. However, my shoes ain't that lucky though. Fully soaked through. Anyways, I'll be working at centrepoint Haagen Daz until the Jurong Point outlet is opened. Not that bad right? Closer, direct bus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to apply for the atm card, but the person say four more days! Man, it's just four more days and she wouldn't allow me to apply on my own. I'm still fifteen? Fuck man. Why ain't my birthday in January? ARGGGHHHH, it sucks being born late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having work to earn more allowance, it's better than begging money from parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Lets move to the music;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4997253294218004537?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4997253294218004537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4997253294218004537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4997253294218004537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4997253294218004537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-i-went-to-get-my-application.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2421245916860993530</id><published>2008-11-01T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:55:43.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, left just Social Studies paper and three sciences MCQ. Everything's not quite bad but ONLY for my history and biology. I can't really say anything to complain for biology, since I'd only studied for three hours? Yeah, and Alida's been a great help to me! THANKS! I'd have been a goner for biology if it isn't for me. And also, thanks to Germanine for saving my no-electricity-morning on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention that I got the job at Haagen Daz? Though the pay's not that attracting, but the flexible hours sure is! Alida went on job hunting too, and she wanted to work at Vivo. So far from my working place. But well, it's just fine. Oh, I'd also finished the manga "Skip beat", which I got addicted during exams time. 130 chapters. I rushed it all! Sense of satisfactory. I can't wait for the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd turned my holiday mood on. It's awfully relaxing! But well, I've to continueing to buck up on my rest of the papers! I hope I can do it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Life's brightening up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2421245916860993530?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2421245916860993530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2421245916860993530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2421245916860993530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2421245916860993530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-left-just-social-studies-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2845476545790999036</id><published>2008-10-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:34:01.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus Christ. Finally, one painful and slow week had gone by! God, three more weeks to go before I'm &lt;strong&gt;FREEEEEEEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The papers were okay, only for A-maths paper 2, I left one part blank. And I spent like forty-five minutes on it?! I was thinking, "Shit, four o'clock times up. Faster faster do!" In the end, it's five oclock then end. But at least I had loads of free time to slack and think about that damnit question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about Germaine of her Geography incident. I'm very sorry for her, but really hope she can CHEER UP! I know even if I'm her, I'll have a mental breakdown for sure. Anyways, my job interview was alright, and I have to wait for that phone call! When is it going to fianlly come?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x EXAMS MAKE ME WANNA CRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2845476545790999036?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2845476545790999036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2845476545790999036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2845476545790999036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2845476545790999036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/jesus-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2384795648891086453</id><published>2008-10-22T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:52:48.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick down with sore throat and block nose, but I survived though. It's frustrating to be coughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that three days went past, and the worst paper I ever had was only English, which I dreaded since I'd ever lived. All the rest was okay, I didn't make any mistakes as far as I know. Just hope that it'll be like this for all papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those taking Geography tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And dont hate the history people for breaking! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x PERFECT my day please, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2384795648891086453?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2384795648891086453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2384795648891086453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2384795648891086453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2384795648891086453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sick-down-with-sore-throat-and-block.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8990899056294266668</id><published>2008-10-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:53:09.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M FREAK-ISHLY SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sore throat, and horribly pain. I'm down with a damn flu, which won't go away even after 4 hours, and after eating flu pills. GOD. I'm dying. I went for doctor, but no use. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging again. :( SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8990899056294266668?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8990899056294266668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8990899056294266668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8990899056294266668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8990899056294266668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-freak-ishly-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-6630271790628967705</id><published>2008-10-17T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:29:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd deleted the "Hi and Bye, last day of blogging post."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crap cause I'm dying and I don't want my blog to die too. The life really sucks now. Not feeling stress though, but just thinking everything I studied is not enough and the papers might come out things that I did not cover. I need to get EVERTHING into my brainless head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My change of SLEEPING time. I'm planning to wake up at 10 a.m. everyday, and study, and nap at 4 p.m. and continue to work during the night till 11 p.m. and then use computer. It's nice, isn't it? Using computer will be cancelled out though, if I'm too tired to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should thank Mr. Ng WJ for his marvellous whole stack of maths worksheets. I did THREE papers per day! I've to do them all, and that's my target. For Chemistry, I'm PAI-ING, and can only complete one paper per day, as I need to focus on other subjects too. I shall start to pratice ENGLISH, but I doubt I'll do that. English, it's as horrible as the teacher. =X GO YUYA! It's just a freaking three more weeks for you before FUN starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-6630271790628967705?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6630271790628967705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=6630271790628967705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6630271790628967705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/6630271790628967705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/id-deleted-hi-and-bye-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3382715698163216391</id><published>2008-10-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:51:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bulletin from Friendster (by Doris) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Does your name fits you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;♫ A: hot&lt;br /&gt;♫ B: loves people and sex&lt;br /&gt;♫ C: good kisser&lt;br /&gt;♫ D: can kick ur butt&lt;br /&gt;♫ E: Has gorgoes eyes&lt;br /&gt;♫ F: loves people wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;♫ G: very outgoing&lt;br /&gt;♫ H: stick to one&lt;br /&gt;♫ I: is really sweet&lt;br /&gt;♫ J: is very sexual&lt;br /&gt;♫ K: crazy&lt;br /&gt;♫ L: very good kisser&lt;br /&gt;♫ M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;♫ N: loves to laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;♫ O: has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;♫ P: popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;♫ Q: a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;♫ R: funny&lt;br /&gt;♫ S: makes people laugh&lt;br /&gt;♫ T: smile to die for&lt;br /&gt;♫ U: is loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;♫ W: very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;♫ X: never let people tell you what to&lt;br /&gt;♫ Y: is loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;♫ Z: can be funny and dumb at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So, what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3382715698163216391?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3382715698163216391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3382715698163216391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3382715698163216391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3382715698163216391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/bulletin-from-friendster-by-doris-does.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4567331624022396251</id><published>2008-10-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:09:50.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be at the library at 11 a.m., but my stupid alarm on my phone didn't go off, so I woke up at twelve plus when my brother's making a ruckus. Bad day. And it was raining badly. The rain made me more pissed off, cause a good rain which I couldn't spend my time sleeping. Sucks to core. The waiting for bus was longer, and the library was more packed than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something more to add. I'm starting to dis-like the library. I can practically bring a camping bag and camp there. Five hours in the library for almost everyday. Even more than the time I was awake at home. And the smell of books is getting to me. What's wrong with my life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4567331624022396251?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4567331624022396251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4567331624022396251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4567331624022396251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4567331624022396251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-supposed-to-be-at-library-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-7549367774169790430</id><published>2008-10-10T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:25:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vampire Academy" by Richelle Mead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a super-duper-must-read storybook! It's a novel, but it's not totally on romance. There's some darkness in the storyline and things that you'd expect came out unexpected. The ending's always not the way you'd imagined. It's a little bit about vampires, but not totally about them, and the storyline will make you never put the book down until you read till the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really really very long since I'd fallen in love with these kind of series book, and it's also longer since I found what's that interesting. Other than that, the storybook is really educational. The powerful words they used, the plotting, and how it makes you want to read on for the next page. Even when there's fighting involved, it's really like you're there watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storybook is non-fantasy type cause I hated reading fantasy-books. It's more of realistic and believable. Someday, you can also believe that perhaps there's vampires living in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's nothing like the anime, "Vampire Knight". Both interesting but "Vampire Academy" is more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-7549367774169790430?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7549367774169790430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=7549367774169790430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7549367774169790430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/7549367774169790430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/vampire-academy-by-richelle-mead.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3777240248253997713</id><published>2008-10-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:58:41.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Plaza library to mug today, and it's freaking packed. I should have woke up more early. FYI, my earliest wake-up time everyday is 12 p.m. That's only when my mum's at home. I wonder what time will it be when my mum's out working. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Chemistry and A-maths, for three hours. How good is that? Imagine my concentration span can last for that long. ^^ I almost fell asleep there cause the air-conditioner makes everything even better. A week plus more to 'O's. I can't slack, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;strong&gt;20 October 08 really sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3777240248253997713?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3777240248253997713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3777240248253997713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3777240248253997713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3777240248253997713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-plaza-library-to-mug-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8676289007483879767</id><published>2008-10-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:25:07.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you want to know what the hell happened to me? I JUST realized that I need to attend school from the next monday onwards! That's thanks to Alida. What the hell is going on with me? I'm freaking brainless. Another thing is, why don't the stupid school let us have our study break all the way to 'O' levels? Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I've been mugging, but not like hell. I've finally finally completed all the Physics worksheet that I'm required to complete for my tuition. Cheers! Next, is Chemistry. Luckily, there's no Biology. I hate thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Nothing's better than a freed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8676289007483879767?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8676289007483879767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8676289007483879767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8676289007483879767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8676289007483879767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-want-to-know-what-hell-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4619398160194444429</id><published>2008-10-04T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:13:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Announcement :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back msn-ing now and friendster-ing now.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't be shocked about it, although I gave up on them half a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Check my friendster out. &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/yuyaang08"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/yuyaang08&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave a comment or whatsoever, kay? TYVM! I'd updated my profile, which is still very dumb, but bear with it until I think of better things to say about myself. Maybe you can tell me what to write? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long will my msn-ing and friendster attention last. I hope it can last till one week before I'm sick of that. Boring till core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4619398160194444429?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4619398160194444429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4619398160194444429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4619398160194444429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4619398160194444429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/announcement-im-back-msn-ing-now-so-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3980872645797426348</id><published>2008-10-03T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:08:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SOY8xLfjFZI/AAAAAAAABFM/hQLbRLdMDNY/s1600-h/P0310080007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252952830970631570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SOY8xLfjFZI/AAAAAAAABFM/hQLbRLdMDNY/s320/P0310080007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Orchard with Rachel this evening. She ps-ed me at first, but then made it in the end. I'm going to love her for that! If not, I'll be shopping for my sister present ALONE. That'll really sucks. What sucks more is that I forgot to take a picture of Rachel and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Rachel at Far East Plaza and shopped around. God, the mroe I walked, the more things I wanted to spurge my money on! Sunglasses, necklaces, clothes etc. Thanks to you, Rachel. But in the end, I saw a necklace that I was searching for for ages, and I found it! Lucky me! So, it wasn't that bad shopping while waiting for her to come. I should thank her instead! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wanted a "Yellow and green striped clutch bag" which she saw in the teenage magazine, and I had a hard time finding it. I went to search for the shop location and I flipped the magazine until it almost tore. Horrible. And Rachel and I walked rounds and rounds at Heeren before we managed to find the shop. That was only after we went to the information counter and ask. How embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel also bought a silver bag which actually cost $50 but then it was sold at $10. She pondered over a cap and a bag. In the end, I told her to get the bag cause she'll use it more oftenly. I carried for her later, since I didn't bring any bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all the way from Heeren back to Far East Plaza. It was horribly long! &lt;strong&gt;But, I saw HUILI!&lt;/strong&gt; She noticed me first. I was shocked to see her. Jesus, she's damn pretty and trendy and fashionable. One word, FABULOUS. I haven't seen her for very long, and it's quite cool to have met her in town. Seriously, I missed the days hanging out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I then bus-ed back. Guess what? My sister was delighted and she said she'd give me thirty bucks to spend on my birthday. Cool. But quite suck. Everytime also give me money to buy my own present. Unfair! I want her to buy me present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Rachel: Silver might just suits you. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't like carrying bag out shopping. Bags are nuisance to me but they're definitely made for you! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Glad that I found what my sister wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3980872645797426348?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3980872645797426348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3980872645797426348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3980872645797426348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3980872645797426348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-to-orchard-with-rachel-this.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SOY8xLfjFZI/AAAAAAAABFM/hQLbRLdMDNY/s72-c/P0310080007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5527658078840447314</id><published>2008-10-02T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:56:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SOY5mZhFt8I/AAAAAAAABFE/8tZAtoZEgMc/s1600-h/lg-ks20.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252949347221747650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SOY5mZhFt8I/AAAAAAAABFE/8tZAtoZEgMc/s320/lg-ks20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daaaa! Here's my new phone. LG-KS20. Don't ever tell me you're going to fall in love in it, cause it really gave me a &lt;strong&gt;BIG headache&lt;/strong&gt;. It's freaking hard to get used to cause I'm used to keypad phone, and without keypad, it takes me ages to type one sms. I'm lazy to elaborate about all the positives and negative aspects of it, so if you really want to know, get one for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to say about it. I loved the fabulous camera! There's camera switch which is totally awesome! I can have the whole day cam-whoring myself. Isn't that cool! Now I don't need to bring any mirror out with me anymore! Cheers! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One year more, before I can discard this phone and find a better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Wrong choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5527658078840447314?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5527658078840447314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5527658078840447314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5527658078840447314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5527658078840447314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/ta-daaaa-heres-my-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNUVDydPyTs/SOY5mZhFt8I/AAAAAAAABFE/8tZAtoZEgMc/s72-c/lg-ks20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-604828827335205430</id><published>2008-09-30T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:24:08.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was pretty upset and didn't have the mood to go to sleep yesterday. So, you know what I did? I played PSP all night to morning 6 a.m. The game was called 'Crisis Core', Final Fantasy VII. It's fantastic! I'm like glued to it! I loved Final Fantasy games. Each time I say, "Oh no. I really need to go to bed", I can't take my hands off the PSP, and continued playing until I realised it was 6 a.m. and I'd to sleep before my dad wakes up and scold the hell out of me if he still see me playing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Chemistry tutorial today and I was supposingly prepared to eat breakfast with friends, but in the end, I wake up at 11.30 a.m. when the tutorial was at 12 p.m. My alarm clock was set at the wrong timing too! What a day. Rushed and rushed, in the end, I realised if I didn't go, and stayed at home and play PSP, there won't be any disadvantages! Poor me. I pon-ed English tutorial and rushed home to play PSP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a PSP game addicted? God no. I hated PSP as much as I hated my .... =X Private confidential. I'm more of a book-addicted now. Facing my chemistry, physics textbk everyday without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Nah, I'm still me hating PSP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-604828827335205430?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/604828827335205430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=604828827335205430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/604828827335205430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/604828827335205430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-pretty-upset-and-didnt-have-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-2370873966750320500</id><published>2008-09-28T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:15:30.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to my cousin's wedding. She was really pretty. I don't really have much to say, and there're pictures, but I'm too too too lazy to ask my aunt to send me and post it. That's all about it cause I'm too lazy to elaborate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there's the Singtel F1 night race. I was fucking upset! Kimi Raikkonen crashed in like 5 more laps to end?! Damn! I was cheering and supporting him like I was going to die?! And Massa! He was so pitiful! Arggghhhhh. I can't do anything but sympathise with him. He had to go through the penalty even though it's not his fault? And this made Kimi sufferred along too. Oh gosh. The first and the third went into all the way last few. But Kimi was superd! He managed to catch all the way from 15th to 5th before he crashed! Three cheers! He was damn good, okay? And Alonso too! All the way first! The race was long but seemed really short. I really hate the race control car. Arrrrgggghhhh. I'm addicted to racing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA____x Depressed that Kimi Raikkonen didn't make it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-2370873966750320500?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2370873966750320500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=2370873966750320500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2370873966750320500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/2370873966750320500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-went-to-my-cousins-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8944534519864831721</id><published>2008-09-27T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:08:43.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's like a shit-hole. Ever since I woke up, I'd been mugging till now. For the sake of using computer, I'd to put on my 'hardworking' mood. Luckily, it paid off. If not I'll be like fyusd. I'm in a good mood today cause my mum dyed her hair today and I went and fiddle the dye with my own hair. But! There's no color on my hair. I can't believe no-color-at-all. Pathetic. I swear I'm going to dye my hair in a salon right after the 'O's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about my life and feelings now. For tomorrow, it'll be something that's once in a lifetime if someone only want it for once. It's my cousin's wedding! Congratuations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm very very very happy that all the things are coming to an end. Regardless of what, I don't want to give another damn about it. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x F-U-L-S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8944534519864831721?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8944534519864831721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8944534519864831721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8944534519864831721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8944534519864831721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-like-shit-hole.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4427409347097588484</id><published>2008-09-26T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:54:47.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a person playing badminton and can also inflict injury on herself by herself? The person is none other than ... me! Ouch. It hurts to bring that whole incident up. Yesterday, I played badminton at CCK with friends. It was horribly fun but terribly tiring cause four hours play non-stop. I was smacked by Rachel at my shoulders when I paired up with her during doubles, and piack-ed my ear with my own racket?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN-YOU-BELIEVE-I-HIT-MYSELF-HARDER-THAN-SHE-HIT-ME?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk how did the racket came and piack my ear. There's a hump over the back of my ear and it's frigging pain! God, how dumb can I be? Maybe there's a price to pay for having fun. And maybe the price is too high? I surely do deserve it. And and and! I was forced to walk from CCK stadium to Lot 1 when I'm crashing at anytime. My poor legs had enjoyed the idea of being tortured. How well is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the thousands and million times, I want to say the last "SORRY" to Marcus Ang. I didn't mean it and if you managed to see this, you'll know what I'm directing at. And yeah, best partner work between Rachel and I. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to report sick, but, forget it. I want to be a good girl and my body wasn't aching as much as I expected it to, so I attended the tutorial today which was utterly non-helpful at all. I spent my time photo-addicted, doing other work, eating, talking and reading magazine. I fully utilized my time, didn't I? It's raining today and I swear I want to buy a new umbrella instead of taking Idk whose which had rabbit pictures on the umbrella?! Right, I'm totally embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to play volleyball at Sentosa, I want to ice-skate, I want to cycle, I want to shop, and I want 'O's to get off my back asap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Brainless duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4427409347097588484?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4427409347097588484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4427409347097588484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4427409347097588484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4427409347097588484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-ever-seen-person-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-5892429991613896737</id><published>2008-09-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:33:36.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfMCSBN2z9E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfMCSBN2z9E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lazy to post onto class blog, so if you want the code, find it in youtube. The video name is 4e1'08 Graduation Day. Anyway, this is original one before it was rejected. The one shown today, only Germaine has it. You'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wish to have the video, download it? I'm out of MSN so no point asking me to send. Spare me the trouble. TYVM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I actually had an award for me to take! It's such a surprise and it's totally unbelievable! Three years PTF gold. Quite stupid having to go up to stage, luckily, there's no photo showing my secondary 1 hairstyle! Phew. If not, even if you kill me, no way am I going up to the stage. And I'd to sit in front, viewing the slideshows all by my own. I said bye to all the funni-ness. Forget it. The Graduation Day was perhaps a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promotion night location. If it's going to change, I'm going ask for refund cause maybe the other places doesn't worth it and our opinions were not consulted. It's pretty un-fair and sorry that the response is luke-warm? Blame it on the boring organisation despite all the hard work the teachers put in. Right, it better stay as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to JE with Rachel. She was sooooooo good! She accompanied me to the Library and waited with me for the shuttle bus, and walked with me to IMM when the shuttle bus didn't come after 15 minutes?! And she walked with me until my sister came to meet me. My sister shopp-ed for her boyfriend's birthday cake. She bought alot of ingredients for the cheesecake, and I became her maid to carry all the stuffs. Then, I had to walk with her all the way back to JE! It's frigging tiring. And guess what? I spent all the money in my wallet, again. Ouch! My wallet feels unexceptionally light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm broke for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x WOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-5892429991613896737?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5892429991613896737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=5892429991613896737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5892429991613896737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/5892429991613896737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/graduation-day.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-8858517904835720484</id><published>2008-09-24T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:57:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you even imagine? In a blink, school ended. Just like that. Should I feel great, relieved, or depressed? Naw, I'm feeling absolutely nothing. No pain. I'm practically cold-hearted! If things were meant for me to long for, why did they just say bye to me, before I even fell in love with them? God. It's so pointless and not me to be brooding over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the Graduating people, some things will never change. And some things are just for you to notice and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x &lt;em&gt;God gave us these pair of eyes to see; Brain to remember; Heart to feel;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-8858517904835720484?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8858517904835720484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=8858517904835720484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8858517904835720484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/8858517904835720484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-even-imagine-in-blink-school.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-3375333363310314316</id><published>2008-09-20T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:45:14.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I can say now is I'm in pain. Aching all over my body. I havent experienced this kind of feeling in a very long time. Right, I should let the pain get me once in a while to let me know that how long have I not been exercising vigorously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I havent talk-ed about my prelimnary results. So far, not good and not bad. I havent failed a subject which is a WOW, and I improved in my Physics and Chemistry which I seriously give my all, and my combined humanities was a shock! I really thought I flunked it cause whatever I studied was irrelevant. It came out so surprisingly. Anyway, I'm relieved. My amaths paper one was luckily still acceptable, and it was quite the same as my emaths. But, I'm freaking careless. My first time ever being this careless since primary school. Well, I shall punish myself with more work for my carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish all the best for Secondary Four people. 'O' levels coming and I can feel the atmosphere. But, in four days, it'll be a heavenly holiday for me! No more school. And I do not need to face all the damnit teachers anymore! Three cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x Fun is on its own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-3375333363310314316?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3375333363310314316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=3375333363310314316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3375333363310314316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/3375333363310314316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-i-can-say-now-is-im-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912872057329601763.post-4443323143200296712</id><published>2008-09-20T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:31:22.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After school, for the very first time, I ran after Bus 187 from very far! God. And I reached home in half an hour! Freak. My record time. Then I packed and rushed out and cabbed down to Lydia's house. Do you know school ends at 12.30 p.m. and I reached home at 1 p.m.?! And I reached Lydia's house at 1.40 p.m.? My house's at Bt Panjang and Lydia's at CCK. Unbelievable right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cycled to CCK stadium. The bicycle I was cyling was like so high?! And I can't touch the ground and almost crashed when tried to cycle Alida on the bike too. In the end, Alida ran to the CCK stadium. Errrrrrrr. Sorry Alida, I hope you're not injured. But then later when we reached CCK stadium, Lydia forgot to bring the key for the lock of the bicycles, and then she cycled back again. Hilarious! And guess what?! I finally changed the height of the seat of the bicycle to a height for me to cycle. God damnit, how can I be so slow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton was okay, just that some part of it was funny, esp. the refree-ing part. Well, we also saw Bukit Panjang Government High boys playing volleyball. I'm itching to play! But the coach was ROAR-ING from the time their training started to the end. How fierce. At least I'm glad that my own CCA coach wasn't like that. If not, I'll be ??!!! already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my primary school friend, Zheng Jie as well. Alida said he's like muscular? Zheng Jie, you should feel honoured! The in-between break, I went with Lydia to buy McDonalds. I almost had a car crash! I nearly didn't stopped the bicycle in time when the car leaves the carpark. I didn't see it anyway. It was a PHEW! Shocked more than scared, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After badminton, I bathed and then I cycled back with Alida on the bike. Hey. I'm not a bad driver. ^^ Yeah, and we crapped around Lydia room. We realised Lydia's actually a REAL girl! Her accessories are like alot more than mine okay? Necklaces, rings, etc. I loved her mirror, her room, her drawings. It's just so her style. I tried to draw something on it but Idk why it turns out to be weird. In the end, I guess signed. If it wasn't for my tution, I'd have spent more time crapping. Awww. Why does my tution timing have to be that wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pieces of memories make a perfect picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ` YUYA___x I'm just craz-ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912872057329601763-4443323143200296712?l=silvery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4443323143200296712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912872057329601763&amp;postID=4443323143200296712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4443323143200296712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912872057329601763/posts/default/4443323143200296712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvery-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-school-for-very-first-time-i-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>YUYA aka Ducky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534202651775982510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ql_9tTSefE/TvIXqAU5b8I/AAAAAAAALFI/z_wS1G9IN4w/s220/IMG_3563.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
