<?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-7161391248263205384</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:29:20.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiayusays,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-6936341889788056886</id><published>2012-02-15T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T00:40:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;Happy 8th month and Happy Valentine's Day! ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Such a pity that as much as I wanted and looked forward to it, we weren't able to spend our first VDay together. :C But it's okay, everyday is vday rightright? ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the day with Nabilah and Hyeyoun, guess it wasn't that good a day. Shan't elaborate! Lazy to continue actually because my main purpose for this post was the first line. Heheh Jiayu is such a lazy girl!! Time to sleep then work one more day before it's Friday. I took two days of leave this week hahah there goes my work performance bonus of $130. Bleah I don't really care but... okay maybe I do, because I can do so much with that sum of $$ BUT Fri is a defo OFF day for me cos I'm finally meeting baby. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-6936341889788056886?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6936341889788056886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-8th-month-and-happy-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6936341889788056886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6936341889788056886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-8th-month-and-happy-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-4819729153221657400</id><published>2012-02-07T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T01:03:17.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day when the sky is falling, I'll still be standing right next to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gr8HTJXZEo/TzE8J4OuZBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WECRph8TEms/s1600/295619_10150298340233361_186817088360_7632137_2714842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gr8HTJXZEo/TzE8J4OuZBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WECRph8TEms/s320/295619_10150298340233361_186817088360_7632137_2714842_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706408343265764370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;"Relationships fall and wither because eventually someone stops trying and it doesn't feel the same. The first couple of months or even years it may be the best thing you ever wished for, but eventually someone loses feelings, gets to busy, or doesn't even bother to try. You know why? Because they're comfortable. The beginning is all about the chase. Can you keep up? If you can then you'll get the hang of it and then you won’t want to try anymore. You aren't afraid to lose them because they're yours. Arguing leads to fighting and it just gets worse from there. It all flashes by so fast. So, cherish what you have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Saw this on Facebook. True max. I think it's stupid when a relationship end because of silly unnecessary arguments. It's like you let something that does not matter, cause you to lose someone that does. It's like you let stupid stuff take over your relationship. I think "feelings fade" is a lame excuse to end a relationship. Don't you remember how you felt when he first held your hand? Don't you remember all the little yet meaningful things you guys did together? Don't you remember all the promises you made to each other? Never regret anything because it was exactly what you wanted at one point of time, and never forget them. Don't make promises because you're happy and break them because you're not. What are words if you really don't mean them when you say them? What are words if they're only for good times then they don't? Say things and mean it, otherwise don't say a thing. Whenever I see adults or old couples holding hands, I'm super green with envy. It's not embarrassing at all to do that, it's supa sweet canz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;It's the 8th month soon, I hope we'll keep trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-4819729153221657400?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4819729153221657400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/02/relationships-fall-and-wither-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/4819729153221657400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/4819729153221657400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/02/relationships-fall-and-wither-because.html' title='One day when the sky is falling, I&apos;ll still be standing right next to you.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gr8HTJXZEo/TzE8J4OuZBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WECRph8TEms/s72-c/295619_10150298340233361_186817088360_7632137_2714842_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-1329184153324498501</id><published>2012-01-24T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:55:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's a stereo, it beats for you so listen close.</title><content type='html'>Happy CNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-1329184153324498501?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1329184153324498501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-hearts-stereo-it-beats-for-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1329184153324498501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1329184153324498501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-hearts-stereo-it-beats-for-you-so.html' title='My heart&apos;s a stereo, it beats for you so listen close.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-6582716170783322037</id><published>2012-01-12T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:47:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Out to Bugis with Hyeyoun today. Last few times meeting her already.... she's going back to Korea. :( Ate @ Pasta Mania for the first time, she spammed cheese on my pizza lol thanks sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I don't like to buy things for myself sia I like it when people choose and buy for me lolol like a kid...... Alamak. Aiyoyo how ah I still dk what course to choose. I'm such an indecisive person omfg!!!!!!!!!! Can someone make all the decisions for me?!?! I'm so dependent ~_~ I can't do things myself I can't eat myself I can't go out myself I can't decide shit myselfff :c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-6582716170783322037?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6582716170783322037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-rain-wash-away-all-pain-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6582716170783322037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6582716170783322037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-rain-wash-away-all-pain-of.html' title='Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-3437610911282649005</id><published>2012-01-11T02:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T04:06:21.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't even decide on the first choice, yet you want twelve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;IDKY I'M BACK HERE BUT YEAH MAYBE I'M TOO STRESSED OVER CHOOSING POLY COURSES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I left? I didn't like how I was indirectly seeking attention (?) with my post, though that wasn't my intention. I wouldn't post that I feel horrible if I didn't. At that exact point of time, I really did. Anyway.. my memory is pretty short-term and I don't want to forget stuff and things I did, so I shall continue blogging but probably excluding stuff too personal/emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe damn stressed, as the title of this post states. Credits from Yanning's tweet. Let me post about getting results before I forget! It's once in a lifetime that I get O Level results, idw to forget how I felt!! HAHAH. So.. that day, finally met Hye Youn after so long cos she went back to Korea during the hols. Went to school together, felt good wearing school uniform again :') The feeling about getting results was neutral even after entering the school hall. I expected myself to do badly already. Like fail or borderline-pass Combined Humanities because I srsly left a part of the SS SEQ worth 13 mark BLANK lol and I suck in Geog and SS. Started getting a little nervous when Mr Lim was going through the distinctions/passes above national average etc. He said we did very well!! I didn't like how he skipped some parts of the slides.. I was very curious about this kinda stuff. Lol anyway I tried to make eye contact with Mr Loh so at least I could see from his expression if he was happy or disappointed with my result!! But no he didn't look my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyway, so nervous when Jinny went to collect her results because I'm second. When it was my turn, it was pretty scary walking up to the table ~_~ Just before I sat down, Mr Loh said, "you did ok." and smiled a biiiit. I swear in the next 3 seconds, the thoughts "OMG I DID OK!!! wait, ok is what? good or bad? is it like 15 pts? cos I wrote 15 pts for the pls-write-down-the-aggregate-you-want-to-get-so-that-on-the-result-day-if-mrloh-smile-means-you-achieved-what-you-wrote-and-if-he-give-sad-face-means-you-did-not-reach-that-goal paper. but he didn't sound very happy when he said the 3 words leh!!! so is ok or not?? or is he trying to comfort me..? did i really do ok? how ok is ok?! omg how to see my result.." ran through my mind. Yeah all in that 3 seconds - so the thoughts are good in sprinting! Signed to acknowledge that I got my result slip, then.. nope, haven't saw my result yet. Stood up, walked back to where I was sitting while looking at the results. OMFG B3 for English, happydie. I memorised some vocabs and phrases like two hours before the paper and anyhow bombed them in my essay/letter. HAHAHAHHA it worked. But no, people, please don't try them. I was just lucky.  Then.. looked at Combined Humanities, saw B under the grade column and FOUR. Surprising. I passed my Humans and did better than I expected LOL idk how I actually didn't fail though because I chose sleep over studying for SS, the night before SS paper. Was really glad to see a One for Maths, because although I'm quite confident in the subject, I'm quite afraid to lose that only  A1 I could probably get, since the moderation should be very high because the paper was really a breeze. Overall, L1R4 (or rather, L1B4) is 13. ^_^ which is not bad already for someone who failed to study in 9/10 of her study trips and can still play basketball during exam period.. I felt that I was quite lucky, to not only get 13 points but also have nothing below B4 in my result slip.  Although I only got one A la HAHA but glad it's a One.  *reallyhappygirl95*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Congrats to Chloe for her A1 in English, she really deserved it ^_^ and congrats for her good results!!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to those whose efforts are finally paid off and for those who didn't get their desired results, remember it's not the end! This is just part of a MUCH longer life. You will reap what you sow eventually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to topic, I'm stuck on my first choice lol fml. But it's 3.43am now, I'd better go to bed soon. Left with 2 days before submission of choices omgnuuuuu :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this with something random. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NE6h4CvT6-E/TwyZkdXlOOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wjIKW-v-5xw/s320/sweet..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696096480354711778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-3437610911282649005?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3437610911282649005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-even-decide-on-first-choice-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3437610911282649005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3437610911282649005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-even-decide-on-first-choice-yet.html' title='I can&apos;t even decide on the first choice, yet you want twelve.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NE6h4CvT6-E/TwyZkdXlOOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wjIKW-v-5xw/s72-c/sweet..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-8646200186020383834</id><published>2011-11-25T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:41:06.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even deserve what I have.</title><content type='html'>I'm selfish, inconsiderate, forever blaming others instead of myself. I'm fhorrible. Fucking kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-8646200186020383834?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8646200186020383834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-fhorrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/8646200186020383834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/8646200186020383834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-fhorrible.html' title='I don&apos;t even deserve what I have.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-3486593404912907203</id><published>2011-11-18T17:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:22:32.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad I found you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6-ASvLzip8/TsaT40Z39_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ilXnUhfRgjU/s1600/tumblr_lkkcs42xah1qcxieko1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6-ASvLzip8/TsaT40Z39_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ilXnUhfRgjU/s320/tumblr_lkkcs42xah1qcxieko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676386984696215538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say if a guy leaves a girl for you, he will most likely leave you for another girl. I trust you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, thanks for everything. Thanks for always being there, texting me 24/7 when you can't be here physically. Thanks for coming over when I was sick. You know, I really felt so terrible until you came? Thanks for always accompanying me and keep saying you're not tired even when you are. Thanks for accompanying me study otp during my exam periods. Hehe although we talk more than study. But if not for you I'd have just slept instead of studying that little bit. Thanks for the late night calls almost everyday. Thanks for acting retarded just to entertain me. HAHA. Exposed ^^ Thanks for a lottttt of things la :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated five months! &amp;lt;3. Time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-3486593404912907203?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3486593404912907203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-so-glad-i-found-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3486593404912907203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3486593404912907203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-so-glad-i-found-you.html' title='I&apos;m so glad I found you.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6-ASvLzip8/TsaT40Z39_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ilXnUhfRgjU/s72-c/tumblr_lkkcs42xah1qcxieko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-6032046115562683412</id><published>2011-11-11T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:37:33.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE-derful.</title><content type='html'>It's 11 November 2011! I've been looking forward to this date idk why lol. Because 11's my favourite number? Because it's so unique? You can have 11/11/11 but you can't have 22/22/22 or 33/33/33 and so on. Or maybe because it's just cool. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Upset much that I missed 11:11am, because I actually believe in making wishes. Most of my 1111 wishes always come true rofl. I know it's pure coincidence. But no harm right? Not like believing it will cost a hand or leg. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya la, this date only comes every 100 years. Some people don't even experience this in their entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah okay so I met baby today, played basketball with him and Jianwei. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still not feeling free because there's a last Science MCQ paper on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what freedom feels like? I wonder how throwing away my stacks and stacks and stacks of worksheets and used books feels like? ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-6032046115562683412?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6032046115562683412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-derful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6032046115562683412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6032046115562683412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-derful.html' title='ONE-derful.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-6284590745482869134</id><published>2011-11-10T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:18:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to love.</title><content type='html'>She said that she wanted to get high. He took her to the tallest hill in town. She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink. He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said “drink up.” She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face. He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger, aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger. She said that she wanted to cut herself. He took a Polaroid of her, handed it to her along with scissors, and had her cut it up. She said that she wanted to see her blood. He took her to get her ears pierced. She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep. He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed. She said that she wanted to be alone. He gave her a name tag that said “My name is: Alone.” She said that she wanted to have someone there to take care of her, always. He asked when he wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tumblr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-6284590745482869134?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6284590745482869134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/awesomeshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6284590745482869134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6284590745482869134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/awesomeshit.html' title='When it comes to love.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-1388602448125275829</id><published>2011-11-09T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:47:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier said than done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob: What do you usually do when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Wait for you to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m quiet, doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I appear happy, doesn’t mean everything is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I forgive, doesn’t mean I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I don’t listen to your problems, doesn’t mean I don’t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I’m gullible, doesn’t mean I can be cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I’m stubborn, doesn’t mean I’m not easy going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I don’t study, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just because I'm sarcastic, doesn't mean I don't take things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I don’t show my feelings, doesn’t mean I don’t have any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I’m honest, doesn’t mean I’m outspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I’m not like you, doesn’t mean I’m weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I’m unsure, doesn’t mean I’m afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Just because I don’t say it, doesn’t mean I don’t love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things aren't that simple. Sometimes it's better to cry many times and have someone comfort you and cheer you up than to cry one time and have no one there. And by the term 'someone', I mean the only one who has the ability to change your mood instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-1388602448125275829?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1388602448125275829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-will-be-easy-if-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1388602448125275829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1388602448125275829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-will-be-easy-if-you-dont.html' title='Easier said than done.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-2212135532730302783</id><published>2011-11-06T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T01:52:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Idk why I'm not feeling tired now after brisk walking and climbing stairs for almost six hours just now. I swear I climbed the most flights of stairs in my life today. Jiayu's book of records. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, earned some monies and experience and muscleaches today. Met Hyeyoun in the morning then went to get our flyers and off we went distributing blocktoblock. I didn't expect it to be so tiring. We took so long to go like 14 blocks? Halfway Nabilah came then Hyeyoun was tired so she went home first. Nabilah did her half. I don't understand why they had to make the block's layout so complicated. LIKE SERIOUSLY. Why don't just make one long long corridor? Why must door-face-door at one part then behind have another door-face-door but can't go over, must go another staircase?! And why do they only have staircase/lift at the middle of the block and zero of that at the ends? @_____@.&lt;br /&gt;But anywayyyy, Singaporeans are so friendly la. I love Singapore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally finished the 2000 flyers, me and Nabilah decided we'll not do this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;*shows exhausted face and fall on bed with arms stretched*&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days till &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; is back. It feels as though you've been gone for so long already. Imy laa. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-2212135532730302783?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2212135532730302783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/idk-why-im-not-feeling-tired-now-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/2212135532730302783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/2212135532730302783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/idk-why-im-not-feeling-tired-now-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-1264448217158829166</id><published>2011-11-01T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:26:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people never feel satisfied with what they have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me why I'm still in the mood to blog when there's AMaths Paper 2 and Chem later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost around 30 marks for AMaths Paper one. The sudden heavy downpour while I was otw to school made me so annoyed I couldn't concentrate on my paper. Seriously.. :@ Diediediediedie. And I've yet to study chem. I feel that I studied more for prelim 2 than for o levels. Omghowcan. Just got off the phone with baby, I think I'll study a little then sleep, not too late lest I oversleep tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-1264448217158829166?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1264448217158829166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-never-feel-satisfied-with-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1264448217158829166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1264448217158829166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-never-feel-satisfied-with-what.html' title='people never feel satisfied with what they have.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-1297080488465355863</id><published>2011-10-29T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:06:48.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three subjects down, four to go.</title><content type='html'>Finally cleared English and Maths, now left with AMaths, Sci Phy, Sci Chem, Geog, SS and POA. All in next week. Scary much! :( I hope the week will fly fast. I can't wait for this to end. Too scary. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, things are okay so far. But English.. I spent more time on letter than compo, which left me with almost no time to finish my compo. As usual, my ending was nonsense lol. But I first time write narrative leh!! I mean not first time la, but I rarely write narrative. I don't even remember when I wrote my last narrative compo. Maths was relatively easy as well, but easy paper = harder to get A1. :/ Checked my answers against the suggested solutions uploaded, spotted a few mistakes. I rounded off 731.7 to 731, pro or what? I think my paper 1 will pull up my overall for Maths though. Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone will be leaving Singapore in 3 days' time. :( Faster come back horh, must come back safelyyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-1297080488465355863?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1297080488465355863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-subjects-down-four-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1297080488465355863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1297080488465355863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-subjects-down-four-to-go.html' title='Three subjects down, four to go.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-1393706304768032512</id><published>2011-09-25T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T03:06:52.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best way to comfort someone is assurance, and reassurance.</title><content type='html'>I tend to overreact and put all the blame to myself when things go wrong, when I make people upset. I'll tell myself it's all my fault, then I'd 'punish' myself, I will make sure I feel much worse than they do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday's study trip with Hyeyoun was one of the most productive ever. Today's one was quite successful at the beginning too, but not after that. Lol. Prelim 2 has started, we're like doing other schools' prelim papers after school as our exam. Left with 3 more papers before we're done with the prelim. And day-check? Less than 30 days to O levels. Where's my mood to study? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating till Nov I guess, since life everyday is study, study and study. Nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-1393706304768032512?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1393706304768032512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1393706304768032512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1393706304768032512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-beautiful.html' title='The best way to comfort someone is assurance, and reassurance.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-2277584965868370313</id><published>2011-09-14T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:27:14.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradoxical Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered. Love them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds. Think big anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People really need help but may attack you if you do help them. Help people anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-2277584965868370313?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2277584965868370313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/paradoxical-commandments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/2277584965868370313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/2277584965868370313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/paradoxical-commandments.html' title='The Paradoxical Commandments'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-9064933468655573646</id><published>2011-09-06T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:30:22.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day your life will flash before your eyes, make sure it's worth watching.</title><content type='html'>Out with baby yesterday. :D Baby came to fetch me then we went to bedok reservoir to.. watch handsome half-naked guys jog. ^^ LOL jk. Jk about the handsome too, hehe. But got half-naked guys la, muscular onez also have! HAHA but I not interested la, although I keep act interested to annoy someone. Only interested in this pig okok ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then err was supposed to go to school for AMaths but Hyeyoun last minute tell me she's not going, so I didn't go. It's okay, stayed longer with baby, went to safra, he wanted to play pool but idw. Sorryyyyy. :( Then went to play basketball with him and Jianwei. I played match, but I supa noob, as always. Home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting baby again tomorrow! Omg I must really start studying after tomorrow, while he has his friendly matches. Good luck ahhhh, I sapork you! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-9064933468655573646?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/9064933468655573646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-day-your-life-will-flash-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/9064933468655573646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/9064933468655573646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-day-your-life-will-flash-before.html' title='One day your life will flash before your eyes, make sure it&apos;s worth watching.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-8299765022829634265</id><published>2011-09-02T10:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:47:47.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day :D</title><content type='html'>Happy Teachers' Day to all my teachers, yayay. Even those that I dislike, since it's your day. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent hours trying to shop for the presents ytd ytd, but I was so tired searching I settled with just Mr Wong and Mr Loh's presents. -feels so guilty- Anyway their presents already cost me 20$ ++. Thanks Hyeyoun and Nabilah for finding the presents with me hehehe. After that attempted to study with Hyeyoun but failed much, instead we went to Subway since she was hungry. Then went home, started making Mr Wong's card and wrapping the presents at 12 plus. Took me long enough, finally done with everything at around 4am. Dead tired, woke up ytd at around 7am plus, by the time I reached school it was already 8.30am. I thought school was supposed to end at 930 so still okay, until I was filling in the pink slip then OM asked me, "half an hour school end already still come school for what!?" LOL anyway not like I wanted to..... I had to come to give my presents right. Sadly, didn't manage to pass Mr Wong his present personally, but asked Mr Loh to pass it to him instead. -feels guilty again- because I was like, "err this present and the card is for Mr Wong, then this present is yours." Lol yes I only made card for Mr Wong. Fav teacher :$. Didn't have time to make for other teachers :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go back to Fengshan with Gladys, but we were only allowed in at 1pm. So we went to library and she ate there. The cheese fries no nice onez! They damn cute, they've this sign on the table stating that the table is for people to dkwhatdkwhat (forgot), day dream, chit chat, but no studying or stressful activities(?!) etc. So we slacked there awhile and walked back to Fengshan but still not opened. Only saw very few people from our batch, lol we too old already. Left before it opened because errr we were lazy to wait. Gladys went home while I went to meet baby and Jianwei to play basketball. Home around 5 plus, slept from 7 plus till 11 plus. Opps. Then baby called me awhile, then went back to sleep again till this morning 10am+. 14 hours. Pro or what? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay idk what to do today, hmm. Study? Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Kbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-8299765022829634265?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8299765022829634265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-teachers-day-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/8299765022829634265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/8299765022829634265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-teachers-day-d.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day :D'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-3663112808872946152</id><published>2011-08-30T11:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:08:37.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A womangirl's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Truth is, I never really stopped blogging. Sometimes I close down my blog but I still blog in a private one accessible only by me. Sometimes I just feel like keeping my thoughts to myself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was reading back to my old blogs, my posts in Sec 1 and even p4-p6 posts. I think I used to be super childish lolol. In my way of thinking, prolly? HAHAHAHA and I keep laughing when I look at the way I used to type in p4. iie typpe lykk ddhiis uue n0es? Okay la a bit exaggerated. But HAHAHA. Time flies, it's like last week I just graduated from Fengshan, and soon I'll be graduating from BGSS. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA to my Muslim friends! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't enlarge or colour the text idk why zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I haz a pig baby who keeps eating and eating and eating. :O Phatdaiyou hokay ~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-3663112808872946152?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3663112808872946152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/woman-girls-heart-is-deep-ocean-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3663112808872946152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3663112808872946152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/woman-girls-heart-is-deep-ocean-of.html' title='A &lt;s&gt;woman&lt;/s&gt;girl&apos;s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-3858256195450222958</id><published>2011-08-29T14:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:11:50.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omgomgomgomgomgomgomg</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red";&gt;Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg it's a bloody holiday and I'm dying of boredom at home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Supposed to meet Hyeyoun to study but I think she wants to sleep because the weather is so perfect for sleep. Argh I shall just die of boredom boredom boredom boredom boredom djfhzksjdbzkjfahbasedsxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dead-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-3858256195450222958?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3858256195450222958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/aim-for-sky-even-if-you-miss-youll-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3858256195450222958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3858256195450222958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/aim-for-sky-even-if-you-miss-youll-land.html' title='Omgomgomgomgomgomgomg'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-4220840893783882760</id><published>2011-08-27T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:46:01.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want someone to be with me at the end. I want someone with me till the end.</title><content type='html'>Heyho. Just came back from studying with Hyeyoun at the airport. I like it there, except that it's freezing cold. I did chem, and I had to ask her for help for almost every question. Shows how poor I am in chem. But after spending forever to complete 1 paper, I feel like my chem has improved a lot. Maybe from F9 to E8? LOL. If only we could study like this everyday.. I'd see hope for O's. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked home after alighting the MRT at Tanah Merah. It's been awhile since I last did some long distance walk. Lol. Last time I'd just walk and walk aimlessly rofl. This time I was heading home. I'm not emo la hahaha, just felt like walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching 美乐加油 now, so so so so so so so sad but awesome show. How I wish awesome shows like this and On The Fringe can go on and on and on like the Taiwan show 爱. How I wish they had few hundreds of episodes as well. Sadly, all good things have to come to an end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nothing much, baiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-4220840893783882760?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4220840893783882760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-want-someone-to-be-with-me-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/4220840893783882760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/4220840893783882760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-want-someone-to-be-with-me-at.html' title='I don&apos;t want someone to be with me at the end. I want someone with me till the end.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-2400981229990160272</id><published>2011-08-27T13:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:58:56.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumrattled.</title><content type='html'>A drumrattled person is one who has a sense of personal inferiority arising from conflict between the desire to be noticed and the fear of being humiliated, moreso a persistent sense of inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j5bl2-qU30A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I-S, I-S-S-S-S-S, B.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I happened to be watching this vid and decided to share da joy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-2400981229990160272?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2400981229990160272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/drumrattled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/2400981229990160272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/2400981229990160272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/drumrattled.html' title='Drumrattled.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/j5bl2-qU30A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-1883000400863611075</id><published>2011-08-25T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:45:14.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with everything they have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVg7snx9MQg/TlZXtw8d0cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lXxLQSrDzh4/s1600/tumblr_ln9oz9nZqo1qkl2auo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVg7snx9MQg/TlZXtw8d0cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lXxLQSrDzh4/s320/tumblr_ln9oz9nZqo1qkl2auo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644795626699739586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol wth, Monday me and Hyeyoun were present, but Nabilah was absent. Tuesday me and Hyeyoun absent, Nabilah present. Yesterday me and Hyeyoun present, Nabilah absent. Today, finally met Nabilah. Rofl. Missed her much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had three tests today. English common test was different from usual, but me likey. EMaths was omfg difficult. AMaths on Binomial Theorem was okay, since we've been practicing it. We had lab for Physics, had to do last year's O level practical without any assistance. Me likey the experiment too, we used burette for the first time. :O After Physics, was contemplating whether to skip Geog afternoon program to watch Baby's match vs our school, but didn't because the relief teacher was already in class. :/ It's okay though, since the C boys started the match first. After class ended, went to watch the match, the C boys were still playing, followed by the B boys later. Then accompanied Nabilah to meet someone before going home, since she accompanied me to watch the match. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF tomorrow and thanks Presidential Elections for the school holiday and Hari Raya for the public holiday and Teacher's Day for the school holiday! And not to mention, September holidays are coming. Hehehe, hoping this short break will be productive. October spells O-L-E-V-E-L-S. The thought of it scares me. Nuuuuuuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-1883000400863611075?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1883000400863611075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-because-someone-doesnt-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1883000400863611075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1883000400863611075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-because-someone-doesnt-love-you.html' title='Just because someone doesn&apos;t love you the way you want them to, doesn&apos;t mean they don&apos;t love you with everything they have.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVg7snx9MQg/TlZXtw8d0cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lXxLQSrDzh4/s72-c/tumblr_ln9oz9nZqo1qkl2auo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-6942108036903632052</id><published>2011-08-23T13:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:06:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why people give up so fast is because they tend to look at how far they still have to go, instead of how far they've gotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't go to school again. Tired. Slept at 3am+ last last night. Idk why but I suddenly had the mood to do my homework so I did. Completed AMaths ACS(I) paper and Chem BTSS paper. :D -proud of myself- And I still managed to wake up for school yesterday. School was okay, at least I didn't doze off. Sad thing was, Nabilah didn't come! :( Happy thing was we got our class tee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koT9n3PoChk/TlNLTE_ctRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JUVFlqOmR_8/s320/23082011005-1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643937549154825490" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28D9p-sUNb4/TlNLTVOUd2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/36il2JorqOE/s320/23082011006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643937553512167266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's green, lol. Thanks Richard and all for this. :) I like the design, WE GOT SWAG! Hoho, and also the back design, I like how our name's in between the number. But mine looks like 00 instead of 03, right? Haha but it's okay la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to study with Hyeyoun. Idk whether to call it productive, but the last few hours definitely wasn't. We got distracted at like 8 plus and talked about some stuffs, then went to her condo's swimming pool to continue talking till 11 plus. Kind of h2h talk, talked a lot hahahaha. Cannot reveal. ^^ Oh yes and she told me that in Korea, they believe that people who have eyes in this shape \ / have bad character. Hmm... like a true only. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home quite late and hehehe today. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-6942108036903632052?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6942108036903632052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason-why-people-give-up-so-fast-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6942108036903632052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6942108036903632052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason-why-people-give-up-so-fast-is.html' title='the reason why people give up so fast is because they tend to look at how far they still have to go, instead of how far they&apos;ve gotten.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koT9n3PoChk/TlNLTE_ctRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JUVFlqOmR_8/s72-c/23082011005-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-7383557714624990805</id><published>2011-08-21T19:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:13:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People come and go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvV9UeyIv8w/TlDutfkmuRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NZTMoa2E_G0/s1600/tumblr_lje9klkn5t1qaobbko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvV9UeyIv8w/TlDutfkmuRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NZTMoa2E_G0/s320/tumblr_lje9klkn5t1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643272798431787282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, as much as you'd want to, you can't keep two people in your life at the same time. Because at least one wouldn't be happy, or even both. You've to choose who you want to stay. So I guess things are better the way it is now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-7383557714624990805?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7383557714624990805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/people-come-and-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/7383557714624990805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/7383557714624990805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/people-come-and-go.html' title='People come and go.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvV9UeyIv8w/TlDutfkmuRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NZTMoa2E_G0/s72-c/tumblr_lje9klkn5t1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-3798973004305841750</id><published>2011-08-19T22:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T00:07:40.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No point crying over spilt milk; just make sure you don't spill it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyhihello. We got back our MT O Level results yesterday. I got B3, including Pass for oral. I think I could've gotten an A2 if I got Merit for oral. I know I can never get Distinction. Out of the people I've asked, no one else got a Pass. All got Merit or better. Mostly Merit. Sigh, oral pulled me down. Since we cannot retake oral, there's no point in me retaking my paper because I know my standard is only around here. The most I can get is probably A2 if I retake, considering my oral result. Or even worse, I think I'd do more badly for my second try, so it's not gonna be worth it. Not worth the time. So I shall concentrate on my other 6 subjects. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of oral, I believe I'm going to do badly for English's as well. I always suck in talking. :( Have to work for written papers then.. Mr Loh did a countdown for us - guess what? We only have about 65 more days to O Levels. Time flies. I remember it was only January not long ago.. I seriously need some hardcore studying, but I always get distracted when I study at home. And apparently I can't find people to study with me outside, except for Haeyoun. I miss studying with her till 12am laaa.&lt;br /&gt;Omgomgomg howwwwwww! :(&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/7161391248263205384-3798973004305841750?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3798973004305841750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-point-crying-over-spilt-milk-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3798973004305841750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/3798973004305841750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-point-crying-over-spilt-milk-just.html' title='No point crying over spilt milk; just make sure you don&apos;t spill it again.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-1877849144220765830</id><published>2011-08-17T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:14:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The purpose of life is a life of purpose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOB822W03eQ/TktpzJJBjvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qOYWPlb1vdQ/s1600/tumblr_lpp4kmUQ191qzb0tpo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOB822W03eQ/TktpzJJBjvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qOYWPlb1vdQ/s320/tumblr_lpp4kmUQ191qzb0tpo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641719285559693042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave school a miss today. Opps. Woke up at 6 plus, went back to sleep, up again at 9 plus, fell back asleep, and finally up at 12.30pm. Sleep is such a beautiful thing but sadly it's a waste of time. I wish we wouldn't feel tired if we don't sleep! With 24 full hours everyday I can do so much more things, heheh ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the past few hours catching up on the episodes of 美乐加油 that I missed, it's a very (Y) show! Yilie is so super sweet and all canz. Going to meet Nabilah soon to collect my phone then to study. Yes, my phone's finally repaired. I need to stop dropping it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, off to prepare before I'm late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-1877849144220765830?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1877849144220765830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/purpose-of-life-is-life-of-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1877849144220765830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/1877849144220765830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/purpose-of-life-is-life-of-purpose.html' title='The purpose of life is a life of purpose.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOB822W03eQ/TktpzJJBjvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qOYWPlb1vdQ/s72-c/tumblr_lpp4kmUQ191qzb0tpo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-9013062126162490761</id><published>2011-08-16T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:17:16.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never chase love, affection or attention. If it isn't given freely by another person, it isn't worth having.</title><content type='html'>Late again. I swear I woke up like 5 minutes earlier today, and could've been on time if I had walked 20 seconds faster. LOL. Really la, I was a carpark away from the back gate when it closed. :/ Chloe was late too. :D Mr Teo wasn't at the foyer so no in-house suspension for me, heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral started at around 2.30pm, I was the 7th person in my group. We weren't allowed to talk, so the whole hall was super quiet, and somehow waiting for my turn took forever.. I kind of screwed  conversation, just can't get rid of the habit of looking down when I can't think of anything to say. Lol. The topic was what I liked to eat, and another was whether learning through books or discovering things by myself is better. Okay la not too bad, at least better than some of the past year questions, like space exploration and alternative medicine. I kept reminding myself that this is O Levels and I cannot have nothing to say, so I just said whatever nonsense I had in my head, even if it made no sense. Better than nothing right?! .__.&lt;br /&gt;Ended around 4pm, went home and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, maybe I should take a nap, tired die me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-9013062126162490761?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/9013062126162490761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/never-chase-love-affection-or-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/9013062126162490761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/9013062126162490761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/never-chase-love-affection-or-attention.html' title='Never chase love, affection or attention. If it isn&apos;t given freely by another person, it isn&apos;t worth having.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-4517862051459351403</id><published>2011-08-15T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:12:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh.</title><content type='html'>"Girls always know what they don't want and don't like, but they don't know what they want and like." Agree ttm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was late for school for the 14th time today. Had to write statement form, and Mr Teo warned me about in-house suspension the next time I'm late. He told me how the OM shows Mdm Tay the latecoming records everyday and that she flips through every page, and if I were to continue this way I won't get my testimonial, blahblah. Argh you know every morning I set my alarm at like 5.45am and it can snooze all the way, ringing once every 3 minutes and I only get woken up by it an hour later?! ... I'm hopeless. Btw what's the point of even making the effort to go to school if I'm not allowed to go for lessons but waste time on in-house suspension? Zz this is so discouraging me to go school when I wake up late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our EMaths Paper 2 result, like finally. Quite disappointed, 78/100. Sorry I've high expectation for Math, because it's my best and favourite subject since primary school, or even before that. Don't know why but every single Maths teacher I've had are wonderful people. :D So together with Paper 1, which I got 72/80, it's about 83% overall I think. My L1R4's over 20 and L1R5's like over 30, awesome much? Where can I go with this kind of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah kay before I end, today's a very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;Happy second month, babyboy. I love you &amp;lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-4517862051459351403?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4517862051459351403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/girls-always-know-what-they-dont-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/4517862051459351403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/4517862051459351403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/girls-always-know-what-they-dont-want.html' title='uh.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161391248263205384.post-6526434298896990910</id><published>2011-08-14T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:02:42.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hi hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HI. I'm back to blogging. Idk why, hehe. I spent hours on this blog and finally got it done. Sad thing is, I realised that most of my links are dead already. :( Not intending to remove them though. Has everybody stopped blogging or what? Hahaha anyway, if you're still alive tag me with your link okai! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I spent hours on this blog when I could've spent it doing my amaths or practising English oral instead. :/ O Level English Oral's on Tuesday, and I'm still not good with picture discussion and conversation.. reading still okay la, omg I see no hope. If I screw my oral I've to work extra hard for Papers 1 and 2. Oh and we're getting back our O Level MT results this coming Thursday, which I'm not expecting to do well since I didn't really study.... If I did badly, should I retake or focus on other subjects? Sigh, I don't know. I just hope the same won't happen for the other papers in October/November, because there wouldn't even be any retakes. It's once and for all. And we got back all our prelims results except for EMaths paper 2. I've pretty much failed all except English and EMaths paper 1. C6 (I think) for English, A1 for EMaths, D7 for AMaths, F9 for Combined Science as well as Combined Humanities, and I forgot what I got for POA, but I failed. Time to buck up la Jiayu. :/ Before it's all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I saw this on Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttcBZo_BD04/TkfBM-msO6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/N1CJ3trmHmg/s320/tumblr_lnqegyj2EI1qldysjo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640689487012707234" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So true omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bit off topic, but let me end off with yet another meaningful post I saw on Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It's when you have more playful moments than serious moments. It's when you can joke around, have unexpected hugs, and random kisses. It's when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It's when you'll rather chill inside to watch movies, eat junk food, and cuddle than go out all the time. It's when you'll stay up all night just to settle your arguments and problems. It's when you can completely act yourself and they can still love you for who you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! :D Time to studyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161391248263205384-6526434298896990910?l=jiayusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6526434298896990910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-hi-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6526434298896990910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161391248263205384/posts/default/6526434298896990910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiayusays.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-hi-hello.html' title='Hey hi hello.'/><author><name>Jiayu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttcBZo_BD04/TkfBM-msO6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/N1CJ3trmHmg/s72-c/tumblr_lnqegyj2EI1qldysjo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
