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They get this from their own storybooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7623059409205940396?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7623059409205940396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7623059409205940396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7623059409205940396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7623059409205940396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2011/05/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy tales!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-258998860872587122</id><published>2011-04-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:57:07.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT FREAKED ME OUT. NO JOKE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--------------&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE HOROSCOPE: &lt;br /&gt;THE YEAR OF THE IRON DRAGON, WISHING YOU PROSPERITY AND GOOD FORTUNE IN THE CHINESE NEW YEAR &lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS - DO NOT CHEAT OR IT WON’T WORK AND YOU WILL WISH YOU HADN`T. &lt;br /&gt;THIS GAME HAS A FUNNY / CREEPY OUTCOME. DO NOT READ AHEAD, JUST DO IT. IT TAKES ABOUT 3 MINUTES - WORTH A TRY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st.&lt;/strong&gt; Get PEN and PAPER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd.&lt;/strong&gt; WHEN CHOOSING NAMES, MAKE SURE THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE THAT YOU ACTUALLY KNOW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd.&lt;/strong&gt; GO WITH YOUR FIRST INSTINCTS!!!!! It’s very important for good results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th.&lt;/strong&gt; SCROLL DOWN ONE LINE AT THE TIME DON`T READ AHEAD otherwise YOU WILL RUIN THE FUN. &lt;br /&gt;On a blank sheet of paper, WRITE NUMBERS 1 through 11 in a COLUMN on the LEFT. &lt;br /&gt;BESIDE the NUMBERS 1 &amp;amp; 2, &lt;br /&gt;WRITE DOWN ANY 2 NUMBERS YOU WANT. DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE NUMBER? &lt;br /&gt;BESIDE the NUMBERS 3 &amp;amp; 7, &lt;br /&gt;WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF TWO MEMBERS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX. &lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: DO NOT LOOK AHEAD or IT WILL NOT TURN OUT RIGHT &lt;br /&gt;WRITE ANYONES NAME (like FRIENDS or FAMILY. …) &lt;br /&gt;Next to 4, 5, &amp;amp; 6 . &lt;br /&gt;DON`T CHEAT OR YOU`LL BE UPSET THAT YOU DID &lt;br /&gt;WRITE down FOUR SONG TITLES in 8, 9, 10, &amp;amp; 11 &lt;br /&gt;Finally, MAKE A WISH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU READY? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HERE IS THE KEY TO THE GAME : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE NUMBER of PEOPLE YOU MUST TELL ABOUT THIS GAME is found in SPACE 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE PERSON IN SPACE 3 IS THE ONE YOU LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE PERSON YOU LIKE but your relationship CANNOT WORK is in SPACE 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;YOU CARE MOST about the PERSON you put in SPACE 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE PERSON YOU NAME IN NUMBER 5 IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS YOU VERY WELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE PERSON YOU NAMED IN 6 IS YOUR LUCKY STAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE SONG IN 8 IS THE SONG THAT MATCHES WITH THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;PERSON IN NUMBER 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE TITLE IN 9 IS THE SONG FOR THE PERSON IN 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE 10 TH SPACE IS THE SONG THAT TELLS YOU MOST ABOUT YOUR MIND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;AND 11 IS THE SONG TELLING HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;NUMBER 1 IS YOUR LUCKY NUMBER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS STRANGE HOW IT SEEMS TO WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://ii--ii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noelle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-258998860872587122?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/258998860872587122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=258998860872587122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/258998860872587122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/258998860872587122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-about-life.html' title='All about life.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-8679979442794617761</id><published>2011-03-20T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:54:39.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry heart, I am stressing you out.</title><content type='html'>I've got so much to say, but I've got no one to rant to. Its really hard to have someone who is willing to listen to all your grouses. Really. If you really do have one, keep it near your heart and don't let him or her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a one in a million chance to meet someone, one in a 100 million chance to know someone and one in a billion chance to fall in love with someone. (OK LAH, I MADE THIS UP MYSELF. CANNOT FIND THE EXACT PHRASE FROM THE SHOW.-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think whats more important is to find someone who can make you happy as well as understand you. Like people always say, the best friend will be the best boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your boyfriend? Is he your best friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-8679979442794617761?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8679979442794617761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=8679979442794617761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/8679979442794617761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/8679979442794617761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2011/03/sorry-heart-i-am-stressing-you-out.html' title='Sorry heart, I am stressing you out.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1549085595377958062</id><published>2011-03-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:03:41.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBLAQ Lee Joon working out self-camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mFNOLKS1Bgo?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1549085595377958062?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1549085595377958062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1549085595377958062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1549085595377958062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1549085595377958062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2011/03/mblaq-lee-joon-working-out-self-camera.html' title='MBLAQ Lee Joon working out self-camera'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mFNOLKS1Bgo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7285004824972186657</id><published>2011-03-18T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:29:44.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlighten me, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;내가 어떻게해야할지 모르겠어요. 그것은 아직 내가 원하는 않아, 원하는 것 같아요. 어떻게해야합니까?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;뭐든 할 충분하지 않습니다. 내가 가장조차 통과하지 가야. 내가 그나마 내가, 또는 노골적으로 나쁜 거 같으면 나를에 대한 기대가 날까지 살아가 기엔 너무 높은 것을 알고있다. 나 역시 내 자신을 의심하기 시작입니다. 모든 게 잘 때, 우리는 아무것도 이상의 논쟁하는 이유? 나는 매우 혼란입니다.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;당신을 사랑합니다,하지만 난 지쳤어요. 당신은 너무합니다. 우리가 뭘 어떻게해야 하죠? 3 년 이상 앞서 우리가 있습니다.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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Omg cannot take it. Stressful max uh.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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My internship is coming to an end soon! Its interesting to note that my last post was about starting my internshiP and now, unknowingly, its been almost 3 months. Fast, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship at DBS has been really fulfilling and i absolutely adore my colleagues. They are really nice people and have been rendering me alot of helP since my first day at work. Colleagues aside, i am pleased to say that i Ctually made new friends as well as 'renewed' friendships there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really ironic how Patricia and i are friends now. Tehehe. Not to mention Emerald, who has proved to be a real good mate to be with. Benjamin, i have known him since secondary schOol but we only started talking since internship. Not to mention Yeewee, who has always been that mr nice guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for this itp. Really. I never expected it to be so fulfilling. Not that i thought that it'd be disgusting or torturous, it just isnt supposed to be soooo good. Im so much more fortunate than many of my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously im not shallow to the extend of simply comparing the monthly allowance we get. It is, howeger, fortunate in the sense tyat i am doijg real work and not jusf wasting my time away at the company's office. My job isnt particularly interesting or exciting, but im already thankful for it. Thankful for even having any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Only one flaw; the presentation. Project i have to do befOre i can leave dbs as an intern from SP. ive been cracking my head and have gone to the library!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Anyway, its time to get some zzzzs. Havent been sleeping enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-4738450528724773742?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4738450528724773742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=4738450528724773742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4738450528724773742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4738450528724773742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-so-long.html' title='Its been so long'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-3492971757906603891</id><published>2010-11-17T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:26:48.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Watch your thoughts - for they become words. &lt;br /&gt;Watch your words - for they become actions. &lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions - for they become habits. &lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits - for they become character. &lt;br /&gt;Watch your character - for it becomes your destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3492971757906603891?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3492971757906603891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3492971757906603891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3492971757906603891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3492971757906603891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/11/words-of-gold.html' title='Words of gold'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1786028848875855425</id><published>2010-11-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:07:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy peasy</title><content type='html'>Hi earthlings, I've had my first pp presentation today and it was soooo much fun. We had role play where Shermaine and Cindy were a couple, and Cindy and Benjamin showed the class how to correctly use the toilet bowls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tomorrow's Thursday, and that's when WH will come back. Will be going there to pick him up and have a nice dinner. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday will have to head down to Denise's school at 9am where they have this "PAPACAFE" which the kids there open. Haha. Its a pity I have school at 10am because I would really love to be there for the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, this sucks as WH's holiday clashes with my ITP. :( And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homebizcashmaker.com/imagesxxx/frustration%20female.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.homebizcashmaker.com/imagesxxx/frustration%20female.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ITP is at Changi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One saving grace is that it is actually a well known company and that I am going there with a couple of ex classmates, so this shouldn't be too bad. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1786028848875855425?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1786028848875855425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1786028848875855425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1786028848875855425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1786028848875855425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/11/easy-peasy.html' title='Easy peasy'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-3035174103904224663</id><published>2010-11-03T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:03:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many out of the 4 do you have? I have 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got this from Jannassa right &lt;a href="http://www.ilovethicktoast.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found it really inspiring and felt like its worth sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, yes, I stalk Jannassa. I don't know her in real life at all. All I know is that she was my senior in secondary school and I find her really cute. Stalking her since... sec 3? She's like my total role model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who doesn't like pretty girls, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me rephrase that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who doesn't like &lt;b&gt;smart and pretty &lt;/b&gt;girls? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage  Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation  ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I  must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School  of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your  convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to  speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or  retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is  the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has  honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by  practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling  people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,  there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when  an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is  always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of  advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to  win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life.  Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married.  Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so  much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve  probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process”  and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’  degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort  of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some  measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning,  after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat  customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad  news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life  is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in  your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to  be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love  that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the  average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a  bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be  very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country  with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan,  and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those  countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our  football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of  our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World  Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful  nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore  men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more  than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional  time they need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your  twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four  decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the  papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years  old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They  would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisit  those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in  love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you  should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so  much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your  life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing  against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you  don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare  you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should prepare  for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from  it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life  happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to  you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor  armour against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anything. Erase all life  expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in  time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically  the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably  looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It  is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work  kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from  overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can  also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by  bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing  left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a common  misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at  miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re  not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing  things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain  dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed  at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter  nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing  something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of  your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist  the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy  doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two  reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in  itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a  litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I  would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing  fiction – probably a sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do?  You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very  hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what  you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal  situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing  your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If  you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might  become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you,  consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a  restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you  will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I  have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to  speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or  impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend  and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the  more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often,  there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also  great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the  consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of  silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know  it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in  the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that your life is  over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the  truth. I now say this to you: be hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as easy as it  sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has  contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person,  but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those  great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous  instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to be evil to be  hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because  one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy  to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong  convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into  the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people  in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad  yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love another human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one  changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather,  I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to  tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without  deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a  microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far  easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection  requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard  work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving  someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction  and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness.  In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way.  We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being  human. Loving is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is therefore  very important, and it is also important to choose the right person.  Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight,  across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first  before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty  tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have  someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the  body is less important than the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that  it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not  doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,  you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving  someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body,  completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you,  and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. 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Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, its ok, because I have expected it all along. I just feel that I've let down those who have thought that I'd get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-285786974174582873?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/285786974174582873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=285786974174582873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/285786974174582873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/285786974174582873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6598556449372299910</id><published>2010-10-22T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:48:41.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after the 21st.</title><content type='html'>This life is making me feel disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awfully wronged, lost, and not to mention, unfair. As I am typing this my blood is boiling. What is the point of me staying in this home? People are fake. There is no love in this family. All she knows is her son is very important, her youngest daughter is the best and that her fun is the most important aspect of this whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? You know how to compare us with so and so's daughter and son who will do the housework for the mum. How about comparing your son with her son? How about compare my grades and their grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't about the grades at all. But its about the thinking. Girls get all the shit and they guys get away with any fucking thing they do. That, is what is making me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does being angry gives you the right to yell at every single person you see? Hell no. Fucking N.O. When you want people to do something for you, you talk to people nicely and they HAVE to do it for you. When you are angry, you forget every single fucking thing that they have done for you. Giving thanks? Who was the one who taught us to say thank you from young? I think she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see now is one obnoxious, selfish woman who puts her pleasure above all. Sure, I have to thank you for bringing me into this world. But that does not determine that you have and is allowed to hurl such words at me. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really regret things that happened 8 years ago. If given a choice, would I still make the same choice I did? Would I silently follow them all? Would I be brainwashed like I did? If I had simply spoken up, perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps things wouldn't be the same now. Perhaps people would not have turned out like now, which is a mega DISASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really, really upset, disappointed, displeased, angry right now. Thinking back, the kind of treatment we received from you when we were young were so much more different. Yes, we get caned, we get whacked, but we still always do feel the love right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, its no longer the same way. Ironically, there is no caning, no whacking of my baby sister. And no, I rarely feel the love around. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me for wanting to go overseas to study at all. I don't think anyone can understand how I feel. It's like, its not possible to know what I've been though. Yeah, I know it isn't the worst, but what I know is, THINGS COULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT. She brought it all upon herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties give me different stories, tell me now. Who should I believe more? The one who has been caring for me since I was young, but has always been brainwashing us? Or the one who has been more distant from us but has been providing for us silently all along? I really don't know. But from the looks of it, I would rather believe one who is well... more stabilised, more matured. The one who would think before talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's deterring me from going overseas is of course, money. And more importantly, my sister. I know this sounds really cocky, but I dare say, I have been the one holding the pieces of this family together. Right, you don't know what I mean. But I do. What is going to happen to her after I leave? I really don't want her to become the 2nd brother. One is already more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awfully depressed. I haven't had a birthday cake for the longest time. It's not really about the cake that I am upset about. It's about how all these have not been worth my time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but to give some credit, I guess its all the same for all humans. We're always shrouded by a layer of mist which always clouds our vision. We either can't see, or always forget the good things people have done and when there is just this one bad thing, they come down so hard on the people who have been helping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks balls, you know? It's like, I am not taking any money from you except for my allowance, which comes from the alimony. This technically means, that that does not come from you. Instead, its from daddy. Other than that, I have never ever in my life asked for more money just so I can catch a movie, or get clothes. They have always been MY money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently I have to pick baby up, and have to buy food for ahma. So where does the money come from? Yeah sure, you do give me money after that. And its always IF you remember. Sometimes the money is not even enough to cover. How about when you get brother to get money from me? How many times have you forgotten to return me the money? It's been so many times, I don't even know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I can't bear with the money you know? I work. So I have that extra money. Its not like I am using your money to buy clothes or shoes. So what gives you the right to criticise my spending? Yeah sure I do get alot of stuff. BUT, they are cheap stuff. They serve me well, I am happy, so what issue do you have with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can save them up. Sure I can. Can you save the money you spend on drinking up? You sure can too. So where's the action? I do not use your money, so don't criticise how I spend my money. And fyi, I do NOT overspend. You have been going down hard on the wrong person all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why not go down hard on the person who has been taking your money from young? For the movies, for the shopping, for everything. Why not? There is only one reason, BECAUSE HE IS YOUR FREAKING &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, crossing the bridge and tearing it down afterwards. You get me to help you with something, I do it. Then for the smallest things after that, you yell and scream and hurl words like they don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its me growing up. I used to rebutt you. But I prefer to keep my mouth shut now. Don't think that is working. It seems like you think that I am afraid of you. That's why I keep quiet. That is definitely not the case. I just don't want to show the younger ones that THIS, shouting at you, is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so so so much more to say. But I guess, thats all. for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6598556449372299910?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6598556449372299910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6598556449372299910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6598556449372299910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6598556449372299910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-after-21st.html' title='The day after the 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for snipping of all my nails. :(&lt;br /&gt;All because of the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope I get it. PLEASE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3641560852181019425?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3641560852181019425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3641560852181019425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3641560852181019425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3641560852181019425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/nails-oh-nails.html' title='Nails oh nails.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-229942300166913066</id><published>2010-10-17T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:28:01.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loopholes everywhere. Just got to look for it.</title><content type='html'>Well, seems like nothing is as fair as it seems to be. Look at this article &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/10/16/48hours/main6965418.shtml?tag=contentMain;contentBody"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;48 Hours Mystery: The Whole Truth&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Did an LAPD Cover-Up Keep Bruce Lisker in Prison For 26 Years?&lt;/h2&gt;It is about this guy who is convicted but he is not the one who done it. How many times have you heard of cases like that? Well, I don't know about you, but I have. Much so in the recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Long story short, This guy, Bruce Lisker, got convicted of killing his mum. 20 years later, he decided to file another appeal, and 26 years later, he is out free. He has been jailed for the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even after he is free, someone tried to convict him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, for now, he is free.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so not about "It is not the duty of the judge to prove you guilty. It is the accused's duty to prove himself not guilty". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see? Sometimes it really isn't about proving you are not guilty. It is about the reliability of everyone else. It is about justice, fairness and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 26 years lost. Chance to go to college lost. Chance to get a career lost. Chance to get a family lost. Who can make up for it? Frankly, money is not going to get your 26 years back. (At least that's what I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels that issues like that are interesting? Maybe you should get this book which caused so much controversy in Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once a Jolly Hangman by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Shadrake"&gt;Alan Shadrake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theonlinecitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/hangmanB320240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theonlinecitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/hangmanB320240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is not exactly BANNED in Singapore, but retailers have been told by government not to sell it. (At least that is what I understand from reading forums and what not. Correct me if I'm wrong.) So buy it across the causeway, bring it in and read it at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to read it. BUT, I am not going anywhere across the border in the short term. :( Ohwell. There will be a chance to do so. Soon, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-229942300166913066?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/229942300166913066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=229942300166913066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/229942300166913066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/229942300166913066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/loopholes-everywhere-just-got-to-look.html' title='Loopholes everywhere. Just got to look for it.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-693737780710722230</id><published>2010-10-16T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:31:52.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planning for holidays is fun. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-693737780710722230?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/693737780710722230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=693737780710722230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/693737780710722230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/693737780710722230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/planning-for-holidays-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6515506617971947454</id><published>2010-10-15T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:57:08.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "c9326b23f04d1fb0fa8cb5e458a114f8";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wont hurt you to click for me, right? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What goes around, comes around. Good karma, you know? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has life been for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine has been awesomesauce. Work has been fun, has not been too much I can't manage. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this sounds cliche, but I kinda really like my job. I get to talk to people, help them make choices about which looks better, and occasionally, see some babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY CUTE ONES. 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.planetradiocity.com/friendsmusic/uploadavtar/cute-baby-wallpaper_1248457562_avtar.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetradiocity.com/friendsmusic/uploadavtar/cute-baby-wallpaper_1248457562_avtar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST, HOW CAN I MISS OUT MY BABY BOY, YOOGEUN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kpoplive.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/yoogeun-baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4419444477_4bc1608d0e.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I want twins. Like my baby boy and his brother. Of course, not to mention baby girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to have a twin baby boy and baby girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Another post below this! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6515506617971947454?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6515506617971947454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6515506617971947454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6515506617971947454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6515506617971947454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/working.html' title='Working.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i680.photobucket.com/albums/vv164/neeshu30/kids/th_Baby_Twin_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6305652151884382207</id><published>2010-10-15T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:29:13.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixtostart.com/files/xmas08/ARGs%20Christmas.044.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sixtostart.com/files/xmas08/ARGs%20Christmas.044.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;How did you spend your holidays? My holiday practically whizzed past without me knowing. Yes, it was &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; fast. All I remember was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had so many tests,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had my last MYOB test,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went out with JR,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quarreled with WH,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made up with WH,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I planned for FYP,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met the client,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did the scope,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did my resume,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went for my itp interview. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, last night was a mad rush for everything I need for my interview. Resume not done, had to do it from scratch without any prior experience writing it or any classes since Professional Preparation would only be in my next semester. You have no idea how lousy I felt. And also, how embarrassing I felt when I passed my CV to the person-in-charge there today. It felt so inadequate, and not to mention, unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I said all these in &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/smile_daphne"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; already. So what does this mean? FOLLOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway&lt;/i&gt;, FYP hasn't been exactly smooth sailing. Yes, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade" feels totally apt right then. Lots of miscommunication between team members, between lecturers, angst, embarrassing moments, hair tearing moments and not to mention, mind blank moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as always, things manage to work (themselves) out at the end of the day. 船到桥头自然直 My group fervently believes in this so much so that we wanted to make it our group name. Loserish. I know. But that was what kept me going through that few days. I couldn't sleep, felt so damn depressed because the deadline was reaching in like what? 5 days? And we do not even have a company to begin with. Screwed up to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to rant about my results, but I realised I have talked about it in my previous post. Save you from the ranting. Teeehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, know what keeps me going now? November 11. I can't wait for November to come! :D Know why? Try guessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't really update my blog so often now. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/smile_daphne"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/a&gt; is the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend your holidays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6305652151884382207?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6305652151884382207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6305652151884382207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6305652151884382207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6305652151884382207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-day-of-holidays.html' title='Last day of holidays'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5239280497534435343</id><published>2010-10-06T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:41:47.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy cold morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/76/287476/Good-Day.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/76/287476/Good-Day.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a particularly good mood now. It must be the weather; raining, yet not pouring. It is so cooling now. This is the kind of weather which lifts your moods up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was supposed to go to work but at like 8.45 I decided to call in to confirm whether I am working at 9am. And lo behold, turns out I am supposed to reach only at 10am. They say female instincts are mostly right, and there you go, a perfect example of the "very-accurate-female-instinct". I wanted to call in yesterday to ask about my shift, but I kept forgetting to do so. See? Since yesterday I already had the "feeling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, surprisingly, I'm not pissed. I am just... shocked. Decided to sit in my home and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;b&gt;weird dream&lt;/b&gt; last night. I can't remember fully the contents, but one image, or perhaps I should say, scene has been stuck in my head ever since I woke up. Not a good one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simply me walking past and have WH's dad say I've grown fatter. Oh my god.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so sad. That day his grandma just said I grew fatter too. Wow. I must be really monster-size now. &lt;i&gt;Major sigh&lt;/i&gt;. But never mind. I am starting on my cardio thing now. In fact since Monday, and I had a really bad time waking up on Tuesday due to the pain in my shoulder, back bone, legs, lower back. Yes, its the lethal. Either that or I am plain weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me really fed up is that &lt;b&gt;the video I used have been taken off youtube&lt;/b&gt;. OH.MY.GOD. So being the kiasu me, not wanting to pay for the DVDs, I decided to mass dl the rest that is remaining there just in case it gets wiped off again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, now that I am talking about &lt;b&gt;instincts&lt;/b&gt;. You know, on Monday, I actually wanted to dl the first part of the video already because I had the "feeling", but I didnt because I was simply lazy? End up, the next day, &lt;b&gt;IT GOT WIPED OFF YOUTUBE&lt;/b&gt;. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know. When my brain tells me to do something, I better do it else I would regret it! &lt;b&gt;Female instincts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results have been out since Monday for SP students. How have you fared? Mine was surprisingly good. I couldn't fall asleep the previous night cause I was very very afraid of the results. I never felt that way in my entire poly education you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do not want to forward anything. Even more so as I am in my last year! I do not want to graduate later. The thought scared me like monsters in a horror movie. &lt;i&gt;(Which, is VERY VERY VERY bad because I have practically 0 tolerance for horror and gore.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, AIS was my nemesis. I expected myself to fail AIS or even if I could pass I would do really really badly because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a warning letter for not attending enough classes. (Though I did for 2 other modules too.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont know what the teacher was teaching AT ALL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont know how to draw the DFD diagram which has like 30% of the total marks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only re-studied the whole module in one night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT, I got an A. God knows what happened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to admit, I am happy with my results considering how I've skipped so many classes last semester and how much I don't know about the modules. Without &lt;b&gt;SHERMAINE&lt;/b&gt; I probably would not have gotten this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cumulative GPA still sucks. Last semester was really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's time to get ready to go to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post took like... half an hour? Tehhehe. I am still feeling real good. OH I KNOW WHY ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT MUST BE BECAUSE I FINALLY PASSED MY FREAKING BTT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben won't get to laugh at me anymore. Muahahahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles,&lt;br /&gt;Daphne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5239280497534435343?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5239280497534435343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5239280497534435343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5239280497534435343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5239280497534435343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-cold-morning.html' title='Rainy cold morning'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7902741821776738415</id><published>2010-10-04T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:01:17.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMBER 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TKmz3REkwjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/L3OQ4gPDA-A/s1600/Picture1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TKmz3REkwjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/L3OQ4gPDA-A/s640/Picture1.png" width="640" 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1'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TKmz3REkwjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/L3OQ4gPDA-A/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5330946362054998749</id><published>2010-10-04T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:30:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofwFr8o8p0Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofwFr8o8p0Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i stared longer, I'd become as hot as them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5330946362054998749?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5330946362054998749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5330946362054998749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "c9326b23f04d1fb0fa8cb5e458a114f8";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click please? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I encountered a eccentric mother (or maybe I am the one who is weird) while I was working today. The mother leashed her daughter! I can even remember, it is a green leash. Very striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the first thought that came to my mind when Wanting came to tell me about it was "wow, isn't that like a dog?". Don't bash me for thinking like that because apparently, all of us who saw it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you have no idea what I am talking about, here goes some pictures taken from google. These kids look so cute. Teehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepirata.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/child_leash_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thepirata.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/child_leash_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://averageparent.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/child-leash-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://averageparent.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/child-leash-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mom4life.com/pcimages/LoveHandleMain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.mom4life.com/pcimages/LoveHandleMain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that it is to restrict the place your kid can go without you around. But really, I think it is tooooo ridiculous. Are adults now saying that kids should be tamed like how dogs are tamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are always 2 sides to the story. One being that the kids wont get lost in the mall for they will always be close to the mom. But really? Is it necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this leash, kids will not have the fear of getting lost anywhere for the are leashed to their mom! But hey, do you remember the childhood phobia we have of not seeing our parents after we roam around somewhere? I don't know about you, but that definitely happened for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time, I would be so afraid of getting lost! Anyway, back to the point, with this leash, kids will NOT have the phobia of getting lost! Shouldn't that be part and parcel of life? Learning how now to roam around so&amp;nbsp; you don't get lost? Kids would not be afraid, with this leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6915327054325239144?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6915327054325239144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6915327054325239144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6915327054325239144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6915327054325239144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/09/leashed-children.html' title='Leashed children'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7746601199797379721</id><published>2010-09-25T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:45:00.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is how ugly human beings are.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what the world is coming to. You see ugly people on the streets. And by ugly, I don't mean physically ugly. I mean ugly on the INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absofuckinglutely hate it when people put me down. I am not targeting anyone, but really, is it necessary? If I have been bad to you, then I get it, I deserve it. But if I have not, why are you doing so?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have you seen the video or pictures of the dog who has her (or is it his?) eyes gouged out and genitals cut off? If you haven't, go google for it. It is absolutely heart breaking. I almost cried when I saw the pictures. How can humans be so inhumane? Laugh at the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonder how people can manage all the cruelty. I mean, how can you ever live with yourself if you stained your hands with blood? Dog's blood? Really? They are loyal and faithful, they protect you, and you do this to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me crap about how we eat chicken, and chicken bleeds too. Of course I know chicken has blood, but we eat them. Even though this seems worse, eating it, I think maltreating a dog is worse. It is not like you are going to eat it afterwards. (Not that I am saying the person who ill-treated the dog should eat it, but you get my drift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so infuriating. If only I had the power and money to help all of them. I would. I seriously would. Lots of people would be with me, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cute%20dog" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="cute dog Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm195/RethZone/cute-dog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So for now, do what you can by donating to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Mdm-Wongs-Shelter/312804877843?ref=ts"&gt;Mdm Wong's Shelter&lt;/a&gt;. she depleted her savings just to help those doggies. :( &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's work! Money come to mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7746601199797379721?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7746601199797379721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7746601199797379721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7746601199797379721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7746601199797379721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-this-is-how-ugly-human-beings-are.html' title='So this is how ugly human beings are.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-480112263195588028</id><published>2010-09-24T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:20:57.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disappointment&lt;/b&gt; is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations to manifest. Similar to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regret_%28emotion%29" title="Regret (emotion)"&gt;regret&lt;/a&gt;,  it differs in that the individual feeling regret focuses primarily on  the personal choices that contributed to a poor outcome, while the  individual feeling disappointment focuses on the outcome itself.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Regret_0-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappointment#cite_note-Regret-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; It is a source of psychological &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stress_%28biological%29" title="Stress (biological)"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Ma_1-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappointment#cite_note-Ma-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  The study of disappointment—its causes, impact and the degree to which  individual decisions are motivated by a desire to avoid it—is a focus in  the field of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decision_analysis" title="Decision analysis"&gt;decision analysis&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Regret_0-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappointment#cite_note-Regret-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Blessed_2-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappointment#cite_note-Blessed-2"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; as disappointment is one of two primary emotions involved in decision-making.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappointment#cite_note-3"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but to me, disappointment is probably the worst feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aoe.vt.edu/%7Ecdhall/img/Failure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.aoe.vt.edu/%7Ecdhall/img/Failure.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the bad feelings we can have? Ohyeah, there is still jealousy. That sucks just as bad as disappointment. I guess, I broke all the rules in a relationship. I have incited the extreme feelings. All through these months, I have been the one crossing the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have watched Ninja Assassin, you probably can recall the scene where Raizo has this routine where he has to carefully step on the wooden planks before he reaches his master? Else he falls down and gets cut by the knives hidden below the planks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have been stepping and putting myself on precarious situations though I know I would be found out sooner or later. I don't think of the consequences when I do something. Just like I talk without going through my mind and goes "oh shit, I shouldn't have said that" 10 seconds later. If I say I have been cut by the knives below, I would say the other person have been scarred by the knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of the story of the boy and the sheep? Or what they say &amp;lt;&amp;lt;狼来了&amp;gt;&amp;gt;? Google it if you haven't, but yeah. When I was young, I always thought of it as an easy story to understand, the morals are upfront where even kids can tell what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, it seems like upholding the morals is so much tougher than just picking out the morals from the book. It's like how we always criticize someone up down left right, we never looked at it from their point of view. Ok, I am starting to digress. "Practice what you preach" never seemed more relevant than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should come up with a list. I will strike them off when I have kicked the habits away. Yes, I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-480112263195588028?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/480112263195588028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=480112263195588028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/480112263195588028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/480112263195588028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/09/disappointment.html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TJtTZoqdbOI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7dtEW0kSYF0/s640/bg.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like an obsessive fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6862880222361646488?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6862880222361646488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6862880222361646488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6862880222361646488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6862880222361646488'/><link 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Haha, ok pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go for dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new tagline: Cause I'm awesome and you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5158250158910688018?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5158250158910688018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5158250158910688018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5158250158910688018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5158250158910688018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1231504961494983075</id><published>2010-09-20T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:40:33.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't be upset when he did not fulfill his promise, because you didn't fulfil yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont hurt him when he fails you or insist your way, because it is you who think he failed you, but for the fact you're the one who failed him. As much as it disappoints him, it has already hurt his pride that he cant give you what you wish for. Have patience, because he will surprise you one day.(maybe trust u one day?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont compare him with someone else, the others that you think of ain't even in comparison with him, so don't bother comparing him with some shit. Think about what are the wonderful things he has done for this relationship which others have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont expect too much in material fulfillment from other guys just because they look rich from their attire, because what you see isn't what you think. You should understand this point well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ignore him when you have company, because you ignore him, he'll really give you one times good one, making sure you'd never ever think of ignoring him the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you quarrel, be the first to apologise no matter what because its ultimately your fault and not his. Love is about compromise and all, you never fulfil it, then apologise. be it respect his age or wadsmore, cannot lao lan with him during chats or conversations. when you lose him, you will realise you miss him scolding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont say words that hurt him even though he upsets you, because he was after all the man you have love and care for. Moreover, he's just being straightforward though he's very right about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell him you love him everyday. As you don't even mean what you preach, so save the words and provide actions instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget to praise him for all the wonderful things he has done, it takes alot of effort and time for him to find a way to make you smile. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be upset if he cant send you home or call you, he is not your ahmad, he can only send you home when he's free.So even if he don't send you home, please don't nag or complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be upset if he can only send you by public transport, its not at all sia suay to take public transport. don't be materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be angry if he provide comments that you dont find pleasant because only those who truly love you will be honest. And he means what he say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be upset with his parents, because you will realise without them, you will never have met him, and had your stuffs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be upset why you have to stay home with him and not have the opportunity to go out, because when you lost him, you will realise those malls or places you wanted to go are no longer a happy place, all you want is to have him beside you no matter where you are.even just doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave him because you think you can find happiness in someone else. that's the last thing you'd ever wanna do. you realise no one other than him can withstand all the hardships with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug him tight and tell him you will never want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Respect, TRUST him, support him.&lt;br /&gt;Hold his hands, kiss them &amp; tell him these are the hands you want to hold for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;Look into his eyes and tell him "Will you be my bf and be the love of my lifetime again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby wants me to listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-4174553689304593906?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4174553689304593906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=4174553689304593906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4174553689304593906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BItRaa-2Fm0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3142807323313927454?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3142807323313927454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3142807323313927454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXcyEsImSxs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXcyEsImSxs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG KPOP TICKETS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU UNDERSTAND?! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BABY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7490605596160596728?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Saturday quickly come!</title><content type='html'>Hi babies. I am very stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks as of now. And, I cant wait for Sat to come. More so the end of my exams. This is totally screwed up. I regret not studying harder, not attending classes regularly, not doing my tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-2839219045373181649?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2839219045373181649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=2839219045373181649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2839219045373181649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2839219045373181649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-saturday-quickly-come.html' title='Please... Saturday quickly come!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1235054216950880155</id><published>2010-08-31T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:38:08.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmyholyshiat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 40;"&gt;I cant breathe. I cant wait for all these to end. 3 consecutive papers is killer. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1235054216950880155?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1235054216950880155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1235054216950880155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1235054216950880155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1235054216950880155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/ohmyholyshiat.html' title='Ohmyholyshiat.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6713114029952125164</id><published>2010-08-28T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:21:41.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to talk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ4MTktWjos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ4MTktWjos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soooooooooooo cute omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to talk! Show you a video. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6713114029952125164?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6713114029952125164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6713114029952125164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6713114029952125164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6713114029952125164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-time-to-talk.html' title='No time to talk!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1170095885165528201</id><published>2010-08-27T23:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:31:41.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy! Its overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lost my CFA tutorials.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL OF THEM WHICH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I PAINSTAKINGLY TYPED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT IN CLASS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERY SINGLE ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF THEM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1170095885165528201?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1170095885165528201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1170095885165528201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1170095885165528201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1170095885165528201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/mummy-its-overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Mummy! Its overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-707320678805560648</id><published>2010-08-26T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:33:27.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in all kinds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kpLDkWg5DA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kpLDkWg5DA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugged your dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good time to start studying because based on my calculations, I have JUST ENOUGH time to do my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like tearing my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abrupt end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-707320678805560648?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/707320678805560648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=707320678805560648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/707320678805560648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/707320678805560648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-in-all-kinds.html' title='Love in all kinds.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6904067619617786673</id><published>2010-08-24T21:57:00.098+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:54:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses are nothing but just pecks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TXtknqjC0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TXtknqjC0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sooooooooooooooooooo correct. Have you realised how he always does that in the middle of the song? HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello babies! Its Wednesday and I have not got anything done at all, much as I claim to want to start. My self discipline is diminishing with age. People get more disciplined as they grow older whereas for me, its totally over in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siddeutsch.org/fig31-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://www.siddeutsch.org/fig31-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disgusted with myself. As for now, its 5pm. I still have not got started on anything. Bless me. And whats the best part? I am holding on to this whole bottle/can/box/container of chocolates and are munching on them like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diseaseproof.com/uploads/image/DP%20-%20the%20anatomy%20of%20a%20binge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://www.diseaseproof.com/uploads/image/DP%20-%20the%20anatomy%20of%20a%20binge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. My efforts in running yesterday has gone to waste. Tsk. Oh, by the way, I like chocolates with raisins inside in comparison to nuts. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anyway, things have not been going very well with W. I guess its cause of me. It has always been me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough said. To another topic, on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picking out a chocolate from the container and I realised, I picked the one which is out of shape instead of the one which is round like all the others. Interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does perfection mean to you? Would you rather be perfect? Or be flawed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.vh1.com/files/2008/06/perfect_woman1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.vh1.com/files/2008/06/perfect_woman1.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.loandco.com/.a/6a00e5502238cb88340120a544360b970b-500wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.blog.loandco.com/.a/6a00e5502238cb88340120a544360b970b-500wi" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we define perfection? Character perfection, facial features perfection, academic perfection, family perfection, boyfriend perfection, the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xj1WGAxuwYI/SMtZvovPl_I/AAAAAAAABrE/prVEeyVpM3U/s1600/Flaws.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xj1WGAxuwYI/SMtZvovPl_I/AAAAAAAABrE/prVEeyVpM3U/s320/Flaws.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our life searching for perfection only to realise that, perfection does not exist. Perfection is what all of us want to attain, what with all the tummy tucks, liposuction, botox. What is all that for? Ain't it simply to draw themselves nearer to the ultimate perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/style/2009/02/plastic-surgery-0902-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/style/2009/02/plastic-surgery-0902-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the perfect world, we'd all be perfect. We'd all have everything we want. We'd have the best partners. But then, what would set all of us apart? All of us would look like barbies, Megan Fox, Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://totallylookslike.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/gwen-stefani-totally-looks-like-a-barbie-doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://totallylookslike.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/gwen-stefani-totally-looks-like-a-barbie-doll.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd all be the same. We'd all have the same traits. We'd have all the right things and none of the wrong. We'd have all the plus and none of the minus. Everyone would have the same proportions for their face since adhering to the golden ratio makes you more beautiful, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanhi.com/images/clip_image005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://www.humanhi.com/images/clip_image005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, at that point of time, it does not matter who you get married to already since everyone is technically, the SAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, doesn't having flaws and differences sound so much better to have already? Even if you don't want to embrace it, yeah sure. You just have to know, that this is not the perfect world. For if it is, then this situation would happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/204/f/5/Perfect_by_kris_wilson.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/204/f/5/Perfect_by_kris_wilson.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying it is not possible in the current world, but look at the world objectively. How many of you would stop to help a blind man cross the road? How many of you would approach an old lady to help to carry her groceries? Sad to say, I probably won't too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world has been tainted. What with all the fake blind people around who just want to take advantage of people. It is no wonder why people don't want to help anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8XvIH6IgI8/TA5ls2P4gSI/AAAAAAAAEB0/hWCxmQFlOYM/s1600/even_the_best_people_have_flaws_shirt-p235338343518229278g4_400%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8XvIH6IgI8/TA5ls2P4gSI/AAAAAAAAEB0/hWCxmQFlOYM/s320/even_the_best_people_have_flaws_shirt-p235338343518229278g4_400%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have to remember, no one and nothing is perfect. Thats the reason why everything has to be improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 1st gen iphone to the current iphone 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/THToB4g53uI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3-JBHBza35s/s1600/iPhone2G-vs-iPhone3G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/THToB4g53uI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3-JBHBza35s/s320/iPhone2G-vs-iPhone3G.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.arstechnica.com/assets/2010/06/iphone4-thumb-640xauto-14425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://static.arstechnica.com/assets/2010/06/iphone4-thumb-640xauto-14425.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfection is fragile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no further description for it other than the simple quote above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/brokenglass21227133818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/brokenglass21227133818.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you break your perfect image, you become imperfect. Why do we even want to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying you should be that ugly, smelly, stupid person filled with attitude problems. You should try to improve yourself, but not to the extent of wanting perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your freckles and moles are what makes you YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, end of post. Took sooooo long to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6904067619617786673?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6904067619617786673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6904067619617786673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6904067619617786673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6904067619617786673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Kisses are nothing but just pecks.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xj1WGAxuwYI/SMtZvovPl_I/AAAAAAAABrE/prVEeyVpM3U/s72-c/Flaws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7984281068179341723</id><published>2010-08-23T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:27:12.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging is good for me, but I dont like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "c9326b23f04d1fb0fa8cb5e458a114f8";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK FOR ME PLEASEEEEE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZ_wIZec5hY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZ_wIZec5hY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHA, 李玖哲 is damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Chinese has this English accent mixed into it. Uber cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you guys have heard of ChurpChurp, which is like... it pays you for you using twitter. As in like, you get paid when you publish tweets to advertise for them. So now, there is this new advertisement company, which actually works by sending texts to your phone about the things you are interested in (you can choose what you want to know about) and then, you get paid for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this company is SMads, and you can register &lt;a href="http://www.smads.com.sg/joinUsNow.jsp?refID=300"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we always get these... random texts from companies when we never even sign up for anything? And like, we are not interested, we don't stand to gain from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But &lt;a href="http://www.smads.com.sg/joinUsNow.jsp?refID=300"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is different. You get information about things you are interested in, and you are PAID!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you must be thinking, how can it be? So just go and &lt;a href="http://www.smads.com.sg/joinUsNow.jsp?refID=300"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; and then judge for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gimmicks definitely. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7984281068179341723?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7984281068179341723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7984281068179341723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7984281068179341723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7984281068179341723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/jogging-is-good-for-me-but-i-dont-like.html' title='Jogging is good for me, but I dont like it'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-3434402525603332430</id><published>2010-08-22T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:04:53.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icecream is irresistible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDx_t0eCEqs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDx_t0eCEqs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to see how 小鬼 gets so upset/agitated/angry at 小猪's thoughts of kissing with his sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love icecream, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.westword.com/cafesociety/icecream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blogs.westword.com/cafesociety/icecream.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I almost never can say no to icecream. Unless, I feel that it is wasted calories. (term credit to &lt;a href="http://www.hollyjean.sg/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt;) OR if there are nuts in the icecream. I hate nuts. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to even hate peanut butter so much that I do not eat it at all. Well, I guess as you grow older, you are just not as picky about food anymore. At least that is what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this topic is very random at this time in the night. Maybe it is cause I am having this... lust for icecream? Have had this craving since a few days ago. But Hokkaido icecream with JR at IMM just did not satiate this craving. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, to make my night complete, all I want(need) is a Mcflurry combined with hot fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=5004666" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=5004666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else, we can always have the new one, which has the strawberry or whatever berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQA10QLnulE/SMPIu3plpKI/AAAAAAAAFIo/TcRwM08Qwzo/s1600/orea_mcflurry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQA10QLnulE/SMPIu3plpKI/AAAAAAAAFIo/TcRwM08Qwzo/s320/orea_mcflurry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question for the Mcflurry lovers out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is it just me, or is it that the Mcflurry has been shrinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I mean the volume of the ice cream. The cup has been steadily minimizing. At least that is what I think.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ask me questions or answer my questions &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/smiledaphnee"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's work tomorrow. Can't wait for month end! My hardwork will pay off! :) After tomorrow's work, it will be time for me to finally start studying for my horrible 6 papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xo babies, Goodnights!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight and early! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/x/xoxo-7424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/x/xoxo-7424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3434402525603332430?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3434402525603332430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3434402525603332430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3434402525603332430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3434402525603332430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/icecream-is-irresitible.html' title='Icecream is irresistible!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQA10QLnulE/SMPIu3plpKI/AAAAAAAAFIo/TcRwM08Qwzo/s72-c/orea_mcflurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7293774344916410123</id><published>2010-08-21T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:32:42.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is all that matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7DBaSZ_v8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7DBaSZ_v8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7293774344916410123?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7293774344916410123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7293774344916410123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7293774344916410123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7293774344916410123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness-is-all-that-matters.html' title='Happiness is all that matters'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7527053940551732979</id><published>2010-08-21T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:32:03.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "c9326b23f04d1fb0fa8cb5e458a114f8";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X49zVjh2Tm4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X49zVjh2Tm4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS ONE MADE ME LAUGH LIKE SOME... IDIOT. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed a post yesterday. :( Cause I was so tired after work and had such a great time with JunRong at KBOX yesterday. WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unleashed our .... I dont know how to describe... Anyway it was fun. Can't wait for the next k with JR. Muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day youtubing. So awesome. But it is going to be time to start studying. :( Totally hate it. 6 bloody papers to study for you know! JR has 3 and she is already complaining like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Just pull through this 6 and I'd be fine! PLEASEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some pictures for you to savour. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is prolly how I'd look with lighter hair. Should I dye my hair? Hmmm.. Decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-p29z_9AI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nlBRUWn58XQ/s1600/kbox1+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-p29z_9AI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nlBRUWn58XQ/s320/kbox1+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JRRRRRRRRR, prolly the only decent picture we took yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-qQm1sjMI/AAAAAAAAA38/aFEOgNMJyfs/s1600/kbox1+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-qQm1sjMI/AAAAAAAAA38/aFEOgNMJyfs/s320/kbox1+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed camwhore, JR... She tried to squeeze into the picture. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-qG7NMftI/AAAAAAAAA30/BxcOJ2_TeSk/s1600/kbox+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-qG7NMftI/AAAAAAAAA30/BxcOJ2_TeSk/s320/kbox+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 1 more of my face. Close the page now if you don't want to see it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-p_O6QtOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fjNO0bOsOec/s1600/kbox1+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-p_O6QtOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/fjNO0bOsOec/s320/kbox1+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7527053940551732979?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7527053940551732979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7527053940551732979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7527053940551732979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7527053940551732979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/gathering.html' title='Gathering!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TG-p29z_9AI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nlBRUWn58XQ/s72-c/kbox1+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-3471153810543796946</id><published>2010-08-19T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:53:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, sad, its still one day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "c9326b23f04d1fb0fa8cb5e458a114f8";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XId-S98djSQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XId-S98djSQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONEW IS SOOOOO CUTE. I totally understand how &lt;a href="http://redhotroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt; feels about him. He is like such a sweeeeet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohaiyo! Its been so long since I last had such a long sleep and felt so good after that. Recently, it has been the same old routine of dragging myself out of bed very reluctantly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall revert to sleeping early already. Do you know that I used to sleep at 10pm sharp when I was younger? Bet you didn't. But well, studies have shown that sleeping earlier is beneficiatl to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Ben Franklin, famously&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Going to Sleep Early is Very Important for the Liver’s Health&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Going to Sleep Early is Good for Our Antibody System&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Going to Sleep Early is Good for the Metabolism&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Breakfast is Essential to Our Health&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Getting to Bed Too Late Will Have a Negative Impact on Our Performance&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Courtesy:&lt;br /&gt;Read more:  &lt;a href="http://healthmad.com/health/five-reasons-why-you-must-go-to-sleep-early/#ixzz0x1dtf21s" style="color: #003399;"&gt;http://healthmad.com/health/five-reasons-why-you-must-go-to-sleep-early/#ixzz0x1dtf21s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Of course, there are wayyyyy more reasons than this. Just google it and you will find the results Must sleep earlier ok? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Would love to start having this habit of sleeping early. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for facial with JunRong later! YAY! My face can be revived! Muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt end of post. xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3471153810543796946?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3471153810543796946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3471153810543796946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3471153810543796946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3471153810543796946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-sad-its-still-one-day.html' title='Happy, sad, its still one day.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1767870394470947288</id><published>2010-08-18T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:11:39.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of me and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "c9326b23f04d1fb0fa8cb5e458a114f8";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK FOR ME PLEASEEEEE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhBSqyfGlZA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhBSqyfGlZA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, UTTERLY JEALOUS OF THIS GIRL HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... MYOB wasn't that bad. I actually managed to complete it! WOOOO, well done Daphne! Much as I wanted to give up cause I made so many idiotic mistakes. Did the same account list at least 2 times. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to see my girls in school today! And by girls, I include Benjamin. Cause firstly, he has this girly vibe and people mistake him for a girl very frequently. And in addition, it is so troublesome to have to refer to him apart from the other 2 girls. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'd probably go to kbox or facial with Jun Rong. Cant wait! Haven't been to facial for like 2 months already!:( My face is like a breeding ground for blackheads, which totally suck ass. HUMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good ideas for how to get rid of blackheads? They always come back so fast! And its so hard to clear them! Help, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGv4G05OnXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0KOaqJhcCa8/s1600/camwhore+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGv4G05OnXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0KOaqJhcCa8/s320/camwhore+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1767870394470947288?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1767870394470947288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1767870394470947288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1767870394470947288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1767870394470947288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/ghost-of-me-and-you.html' title='Ghost of me and you'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGv4G05OnXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0KOaqJhcCa8/s72-c/camwhore+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-2432258605968791608</id><published>2010-08-17T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:27:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcuk myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "c9326b23f04d1fb0fa8cb5e458a114f8";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.sg/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click for me please? I'll xo you! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSTKoKjJ5XA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSTKoKjJ5XA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is part 2 of the video I posted below. Didnt watch it today for fear I'd cry and then have no mood to complete my MYOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, brings me to the part I wanna say. Its like... I always push everything to last minute, which totally sucks. I really don't feel the panic now unlike in the past. I would start to feel jittery only a day before or probably like... 6 hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy cow, now, is the time I am starting to panic! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not started. AT ALL. But according to my sister, who has already completed level 3 of MYOB, she claims that I would be able to finish it in latest, 1 hour. If I take more than 1 hour, means I am totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have barely finished my past exercise! How to do the real thing? Ohmygoodness. I am such a loser. :( Why so lousy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like doing this now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sitenav.co.uk/images/tear_hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sitenav.co.uk/images/tear_hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is right. Tear hair out! Feel so panicky yet so lazy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGqZJCkT0UI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8qSXeVYs_t4/s1600/DSC02321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGqZJCkT0UI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8qSXeVYs_t4/s320/DSC02321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should totally kiss your boyfriend now. Be glad you have one by your side.I am not saying I dont have one, but I am simply saying... treasure what you have man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of ranting, enough of fun. Back to interact with my myob. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.wix.com/media/e84d27771c422c01646f4bd9f9ca6a3e.wix_mp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="122" src="http://static.wix.com/media/e84d27771c422c01646f4bd9f9ca6a3e.wix_mp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, sym(em)pathise with me? I am such a poor girl :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-2432258605968791608?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2432258605968791608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=2432258605968791608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2432258605968791608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2432258605968791608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/fcuk-myself.html' title='Fcuk myself'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGqZJCkT0UI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8qSXeVYs_t4/s72-c/DSC02321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-426026562073813215</id><published>2010-08-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:36:31.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything will be worth the wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkGzqpGx1KU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkGzqpGx1KU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one video which made me tear so much! Totally touching to the max. I can totally empathise with their feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi babies! Work was fun today because it was kinda slacky. But sales was really horrible! Good cus we dont have to rack up so much. Bad cause its damn boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, so exhausted. Had to clean the floor and put the clothes to wash when I got home. Following which, I had free dinner which grandma cooked. Awesome. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness mummy's coming back home tomorrow morning. She holds this home together, seriously. Though its kind of fun to have the whole house to ourselves for these few days, much as it is like that because of some unfortunate event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope baby sister is fine. I miss her. :( Always find her irritating when she is here. But when she isn't, the home seem to be missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinshar.com/images/images/missing-puzzle-piece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://www.cinshar.com/images/images/missing-puzzle-piece.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I remember, I have not put the clothes out to dry yet. Shall go do it now before I forget to do it again. Horrible me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: HAVE TO COMPLETE YOUR MYOB TOMORROW BY HOOK OR BY CROOK OK!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-426026562073813215?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/426026562073813215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=426026562073813215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/426026562073813215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/426026562073813215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-will-be-worth-wait.html' title='Everything will be worth the wait.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-4931687174368128594</id><published>2010-08-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:03:18.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare me, and I will</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYUev0dY7Uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYUev0dY7Uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday tomnorrow! Which means... School day! Thank goodness not for me. But i do have to go to work! Swapped shifts with my colleague. So I'll be working in the morning instead, which is more awesome than working in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama happened today, which is damn off-putting. Tsk. I don't want to waste my life thinking about these things, which really makes me go... headache. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my life so screwed up? :( Would love a total, whole family. :( But never will I have the chance to have it. I promise myself, that I will make sure, I give my children a good, whole family in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies will look very pretty and suave. We will go out together as a happy family! Sounds like a very good thought, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGgOGKKI8yI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ysn-1oslWXU/s1600/town+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGgOGKKI8yI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ysn-1oslWXU/s320/town+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Self reminder to leave pocket money for siblings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-4931687174368128594?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4931687174368128594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=4931687174368128594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4931687174368128594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4931687174368128594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/dare-me-and-i-will.html' title='Dare me, and I will'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGgOGKKI8yI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ysn-1oslWXU/s72-c/town+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-4111265082123021918</id><published>2010-08-15T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:51:54.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C, what I've done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MgAxMO1KD0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MgAxMO1KD0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed last night's post! :X Not like anyone is reading, but I just feel that I shouldn't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant exactly blame me, I was really drained! Yesterday was my aunt;s baby, Cherlyn's (is that her name?!)first month, so was there the whole day, and then, went to work at 5.30. Totally didnt want to go. But I didnt want to be a bastard you see, make people work extra hard just because I didnt feel like/want to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are up on fb, and she is really damn awesomely cute. I can carry her now! I mean, I can pick her up from her crib without feeling as though I am going to break or drop her already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes one picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGe3lg2jcII/AAAAAAAAA3I/ouwNliaVVuM/s1600/DSCN0705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGe3lg2jcII/AAAAAAAAA3I/ouwNliaVVuM/s320/DSCN0705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be a niceeeeeeeeee girl and leave the link here: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5263321&amp;amp;l=5ce7a4baa1&amp;amp;id=692602352"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5263321&amp;amp;l=5ce7a4baa1&amp;amp;id=692602352&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... was supposed to attend some meeting at co today, but he cancelled it in the morning. Which is damn awesome cause I would be able to sleep in. :D Postponed to the next Sunday though. Tsk. They should really pay us for attending meetings too. Its like an incentive you know? Then people will feel more motivated to come. Just a suggestion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hearsay, if you have the red eggs from the first month of a baby, then you will strike 4D. We shall see how true this is. Let me strike ok? Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Time to start on my MYOB! :( SHERMAINE!!!! I NEEEEEEED HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-4111265082123021918?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4111265082123021918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=4111265082123021918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4111265082123021918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4111265082123021918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/c-what-ive-done.html' title='C, what I&apos;ve done.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGe3lg2jcII/AAAAAAAAA3I/ouwNliaVVuM/s72-c/DSCN0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1941115770769183756</id><published>2010-08-14T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:05:20.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a real woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Mindblank&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said I was going to blog everyday? Yes I am going to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a motherfucking fucked up day. Today is Friday the 13th, I don't know if its because of the day or I am just plain unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody left the keys to the back room of cotton on in the bloody back room. No one else has the keys. The "Derek way" of force opening the door doesn't work. Or maybe its just cause we don't know how it works. i had to take a cab down to Derek's house and bother him so much. He is already sick and sleeping, I had to wreck so much havoc. I had to do so much rubbish fucked up things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for this 4436 taxi driver uncle. He made me feel so much better. But then things became worse when I got/ am going home. Why like that? I brought it on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1941115770769183756?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1941115770769183756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1941115770769183756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1941115770769183756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1941115770769183756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-real-woman.html' title='Be a real woman'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-2775345363754458344</id><published>2010-08-12T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:43:15.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A video a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GN_58vHQKh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GN_58vHQKh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, suddenly feel so inspired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;And so! I will be blogging everyday!&lt;br /&gt;I will post a video a day! :)&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this song is damn old already but I can really relate to it.&lt;br /&gt;Its like straight in your face kinda lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to update my blog! Horrible. hehehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: 9.09pm&lt;br /&gt;Used to hate running so much, But apparently, i am doing well at it now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it still too early to say. I might give up after this week again. :X&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. I just re-added nuffnang ad into my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda didnt realise its not there since I changed to this blogskin which fyi, has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my nuffnang clicks are like 0. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;So pleaseeeeeeee people, help me to click!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa xoxox for&amp;nbsp; you ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall reciprocate with my face.&lt;br /&gt;hehehhee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGP53s4FtmI/AAAAAAAAA3A/LavcIJoi2EY/s1600/town+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGP53s4FtmI/AAAAAAAAA3A/LavcIJoi2EY/s320/town+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Running feels soooooooo good. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-2775345363754458344?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2775345363754458344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=2775345363754458344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2775345363754458344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2775345363754458344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/video-day_12.html' title='A video a day'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TGP53s4FtmI/AAAAAAAAA3A/LavcIJoi2EY/s72-c/town+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7710344059345839376</id><published>2010-08-12T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:01:13.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idk, fat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And now im feeling so very fat, and i want at this point of time so much, for me to turn anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;Or allergic to food.&lt;br /&gt;Or hate food.&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously sick in the head i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, looking at people with skinny silhouettes, it really puts me down.&lt;br /&gt;Having your elephant legs genetically doesnt make things any better. At all.&lt;br /&gt;Its depressing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why cant I be skinny?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I have awesome, flawless complexion?&lt;br /&gt;And yes, what with all the pimples and everything on my face, it practically makes me FAT AND UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I was ever pretty in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Residual value? I would say none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really unfair how some people are smart, pretty, skinny, rich, well endowed, gentle, careful, hardworking and gracious.&lt;br /&gt;All the good things in one.&lt;br /&gt;Why are some people just stuck with imperfections?&lt;br /&gt;Just live with it?&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, none of you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;Because none of you are FAT.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer, Sarah, Junrong, Seng Min and so so so much more.&lt;br /&gt;None of you are fat.&lt;br /&gt;And that leaves me, just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont worry about me, its just another emotional ride in the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over it in the morning. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7710344059345839376?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7710344059345839376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7710344059345839376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7710344059345839376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7710344059345839376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/idk-fat.html' title='idk, fat?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-9077370347249618007</id><published>2010-08-12T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:58:38.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry!</title><content type='html'>Humans are a weird lot, dont you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-9077370347249618007?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9077370347249618007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=9077370347249618007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/9077370347249618007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/9077370347249618007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/angry.html' title='Angry!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5872533465542250265</id><published>2010-08-12T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:58:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo, insecure day</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;10831.) I feel like I'm not pretty enough, or skinny enough for you. I still feel like I'm being compared to her.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5872533465542250265?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5872533465542250265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5872533465542250265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5872533465542250265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5872533465542250265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/emo-insecure-day.html' title='Emo, insecure day'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-2019641263832060016</id><published>2010-08-12T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:57:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The kind of "I love you" you say when you're falling asleep in each others arms after a long day, no sex, just being close and feeling close. That's the kind i want. the kind that's whispered in the night, when no one can hear.&lt;br /&gt;-blogsecret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;11163.) I love being in your car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because it means I get to be with you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11194.) My heart pounds when i see you, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start getting nervous when you talk to me and smile carelessly. You make me feel special, like im important. Is this love?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;11184.) I want a guy that likes me for who i am.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my hair is natural and messy,&lt;br /&gt;when my clothes aren’t always the best ones out of my closet,&lt;br /&gt;when my make-up, when i wear it, isn’t at it’s best.&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone in my life that’s honest with me no matter what. i wish you realized that you’re everything i’ve always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we’re walking side by side i want to grab your hand and never let go. or when we’re looking each other in the eyes while talking or even when we’re laying by each other on your floor, i wish you would scoot over a little bit more and kiss me. out of no where. that would make me feel special and great.&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, you’re the first guy i’ve really wanted to be mine and mine only. it’s been almost a year and i want to tell you so bad, but my confidence isn’t ready to face something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m not ready, but i wish i was. in my mind i imagine what we’d look like, and what our friends would think of us. We’re a lot alike with interesting differences. I just want you to realize that i’ll always be here, waiting, wishing, HOPING, that you would just open up to me. And maybe, just MAYBE feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;let’s start something great before it slips away. i can’t afford to loose someone as sweet and great as you.&lt;br /&gt;you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;never leave my side, or i’ll be lost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-2019641263832060016?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2019641263832060016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=2019641263832060016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2019641263832060016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2019641263832060016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/ily.html' title='ILY.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5353479317303001956</id><published>2010-08-12T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:57:04.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn righteous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;11271.) My biggest flaw is how judgmental I am.&lt;/h2&gt;I can’t help it, I constantly have to remind myself not to be an asshole.  If I am so damn righteous, why can’t I walk away from you?  The drug doing art student hippie who may or may not get anywhere in life.  How do you escape my wrath?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5353479317303001956?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5353479317303001956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5353479317303001956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5353479317303001956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5353479317303001956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-righteous.html' title='Damn righteous?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-4327944743036414241</id><published>2010-08-12T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:56:57.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='askmen.com'/><title type='text'>Top 10: Things You Should Never Tell A Woman</title><content type='html'>OMG, I grabbed this from &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/top_10/dating_top_ten_100/139c_dating_list.html"&gt;Askmen.com&lt;/a&gt; AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Number 10&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your family hates her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an unfortunate situation, yes. But if you tell her, you'll only fuel the fire by making her angry or insecure. If you don't agree with your family's hesitations about her, then politely ask them to butt out. Just do what you can to make them change their minds and hope they'll warm up to her with time.&lt;h2&gt;Number 9&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have insecurities.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel jealous of your best friend's looks or his sweet new car? Or do you envy your girlfriend's status, job or salary? Everyone has their share of insecurities, but in the dating world, it's vital that you keep these insecurities under your hat. One of the most important things a woman looks in a man is confidence, and if she sees that you are constantly insecure and jealous, you won't seem so poised. So if you can't put a stop to your insecurities and your green-eyed monster, at least try to keep it to yourself.&lt;h2&gt;Number 8&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You flirt with other women.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a flirty type of guy, she probably knows it already. In fact, you probably flirted with her before you got together. Having said that, she doesn't need to hear the list of women that you flirted with all day, nor does she need to hear about the list of women that flirted with you. If it really is harmless flirting, then why make her worry about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're afraid of spiders or think your ex was way better than her in bed, for God's sake, keep it to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Number 7&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have wimpy behavior.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you don't kill spiders, you run away from fights and maybe you even cry during movies. Unfortunately for you, the clich is true: &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/curtsmith_150/155_dating_advice.html"&gt;Women like strong men&lt;/a&gt;. So telling her that you're afraid of an itty-bitty insect or that you can't stand heights isn't going to work in your favor. Naturally, if you are going to be with her in the long term, she might learn some of these little factoids as you go along. But do your best not to divulge them all in the beginning.&lt;h2&gt;Number 6&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You compare her to your ex-girlfriend in bed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, everyone does this; she is probably also comparing you to her ex to some extent. But do avoid offering her specific details about your past conquests, specifically the fact that your past lover was better than her in bed. In fact, even if you are telling her that she is better than your ex, this is a bad can of worms to open. No woman wants to be compared to another, especially in the sexual department.&lt;h2&gt;Number 5&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You talk to your mother too often.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk to mom several times a day? To a woman you're dating, that could be a little intimidating. A woman doesn't want to feel like she's competing with your mother, or worse, that you're dependent on mommy. So just keep that cute little secret to yourself.&lt;h2&gt;Number 4&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have not-so-cool hobbies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might keep a collection of Transformers in your underwear drawer or be fascinated by things like Faberge eggs. But you have to realize that it is unlikely that she will appreciate your wacky interests and &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/money/how_to_60/85_how_to.html"&gt;hobbies&lt;/a&gt;. Don't fool yourself into thinking that such quirks are charming; chances are, they'll just be a real turnoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate her girlfriends or like them a bit too much, put that information away in the vault and throw away the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Number 3&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't like her girlfriends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the only thing worse than having the hots for her girlfriends? You guessed it: talking badly about her girlfriends in front of her. Or even divulging that you think her friends are anything but sweet and fabulous people. Most of her girlfriends have been in her life longer than you have, so talking negatively about them probably won't work out too well for you. If she doesn't end things with you entirely, she's sure to at least become defensive and angry about this -- so if you absolutely need to trash her girlfriends, just make sure she's not within earshot.&lt;h2&gt;Number 2&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've done shameful things in the past.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that the two of you are close enough for you to reveal these little tidbits. But unfortunately, she'll never be ready to hear that you've cheated on past girlfriends or that you've enjoyed private dances at &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/player_150/150_love_games.html"&gt;strip clubs&lt;/a&gt;. Even non-sexual shameful acts that you've committed -- like theft, bullying or betrayals -- are not things that you want to divulge. While you might want to get some of these secrets off your chest, she will never forget them. And you'll come off looking like a less moral or honest person as a result.&lt;h2&gt;Number 1&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You find one of her friends smoking hot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think that blonde friend of hers is cute? Fair enough. But do have the sense not to mention it to your girlfriend -- not even as a joke. She won't find it funny; actually, she will probably be angry and hurt, and in the long run, she'll never trust you around her friends. You might think that your girlfriend is secure enough to handle this piece of information, but let me tell you that she's not. Most girls aren't, so don't risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so what do you think about it? Leave me tags ok! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-4327944743036414241?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4327944743036414241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=4327944743036414241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4327944743036414241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4327944743036414241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-10-things-you-should-never-tell.html' title='Top 10: Things You Should Never Tell A Woman'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-3063244403247608743</id><published>2010-08-12T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:56:50.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogsecret'/><title type='text'>Leave me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;11801.) i dont know how to work it out with you. you’re so confusing and i’m so insecure, and yet, no matter how much i feel i’m so unhappy with you.. i’m so much more miserable without you. i’m stuck. sometimes i want you to let me go, and when you do, it kills me. you seriously drive me crazy.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3063244403247608743?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3063244403247608743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3063244403247608743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3063244403247608743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3063244403247608743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/leave-me.html' title='Leave me?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6352912835802396721</id><published>2010-08-11T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:08:46.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Love the way you lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what it really is&lt;br /&gt;I can only tell you what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I still fight all I can fight&lt;br /&gt;As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High off of love, drunk from my hate&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her&lt;br /&gt;The more I suffer, I suffocate&lt;br /&gt;Right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates&lt;br /&gt;Me, she fuckin' hates me and I love it, Wait!&lt;br /&gt;Where you going? I'm leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;No you ain't. Come back. We're running right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again, it's so insane&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it's going good, it's going great&lt;br /&gt;I'm Superman with the wind in his back&lt;br /&gt;She's Lois Lane, but when it's bad, it's awful&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know his name&lt;br /&gt;I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know my own strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever love somebody so much,&lt;br /&gt;you could barely breathe when you with 'em?&lt;br /&gt;You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah, them chills, used to get 'em&lt;br /&gt;Now you gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em&lt;br /&gt;You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're with 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the fate that took over, it controls you both&lt;br /&gt;So they say, you're best to go your separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Guess that they don't know you 'cause today,&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day&lt;br /&gt;Sound like broken records playing over&lt;br /&gt;But you promised her, next time you'd show restraint&lt;br /&gt;You don't get another chance&lt;br /&gt;Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again&lt;br /&gt;Now you get to watch her leave out the window&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why they call it "window pane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine&lt;br /&gt;But your temper's just as bad as mine is&lt;br /&gt;You're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love you're just as blinded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, Baby, it was me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I love you too much to walk away though&lt;br /&gt;Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?&lt;br /&gt;Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time? There won't be no next time&lt;br /&gt;I apologize, even though I know it's lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the games, I just want her back. I know I'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again,&lt;br /&gt;I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6352912835802396721?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6352912835802396721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6352912835802396721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6352912835802396721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6352912835802396721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love the way you lie'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-2692876083777051859</id><published>2010-08-10T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T01:19:04.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a day. Promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOkpCJ-Yn4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOkpCJ-Yn4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-2692876083777051859?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2692876083777051859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=2692876083777051859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2692876083777051859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/2692876083777051859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-day-promise.html' title='Once a day. Promise.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7493539183614257515</id><published>2010-08-05T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:16:53.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugese...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-VhZJllwYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-VhZJllwYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is goooood. And the guy int he suit is sooooooo handsome omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7493539183614257515?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7493539183614257515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7493539183614257515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7493539183614257515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7493539183614257515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/portugese.html' title='Portugese...?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5686245098323115829</id><published>2010-08-05T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:49:58.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO irritated</title><content type='html'>I am so irritated I cant even start to describe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5686245098323115829?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5686245098323115829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5686245098323115829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5686245098323115829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5686245098323115829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-irritated.html' title='SO irritated'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-4205359250541261047</id><published>2010-08-02T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:14:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.38/t.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="snap_preview_icon" id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.38/t.gif" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i.ixnp.com/images/v6.38/theme/silver/palette.gif&amp;quot;); background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; border: 0pt none; display: inline; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; height: 12px; left: auto; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0pt ! 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Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-596019291798841177?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/596019291798841177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=596019291798841177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/596019291798841177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/596019291798841177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-nose-is-leaking.html' title='My nose is leaking,'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5028442657579736373</id><published>2010-07-29T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:53:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Evil is live spelt backwards. Evil people live their lives in reverse and are stuck in so much hate they never move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5028442657579736373?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5028442657579736373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5028442657579736373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5028442657579736373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5028442657579736373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/evil.html' title='Evil'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5351849964012323635</id><published>2010-07-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:50:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling, so sore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desicomments.com/user/2008/03/6177/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.desicomments.com/user/2008/03/6177/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt so gloomy, like the world has collasped?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt that everything's just so nonsensical, nothing is making any sense?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like saying something but you just cant because you would be putting everything you will need at stake?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like trashing someone so badly, but know that deep down, you actually can never do that?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like dying, so you dont have to deal with whatever is going to happen in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like your soul has been sucked away, by the most horrible demon?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like shouting at the top of your lungs, but know that you cant cause people will think you are crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like sprinting so fast, that no one will ever catch up with you?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like crying, but just cant get any tears to roll down your cheeks?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you shouldnt have given out your heart, instead should have guarded it real tight at the expense of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like giving up but know you cant do it cause you just... cant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5351849964012323635?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5351849964012323635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5351849964012323635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5351849964012323635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5351849964012323635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-so-sore.html' title='Feeling, so sore.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5805298914186190551</id><published>2010-07-29T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:23:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, is a promise that lasts forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TFECOWHPnqI/AAAAAAAAA24/Fiaiq0QiCis/s1600/loveisapromisethatlastsforever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TFECOWHPnqI/AAAAAAAAA24/Fiaiq0QiCis/s320/loveisapromisethatlastsforever.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So true, dont you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5805298914186190551?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5805298914186190551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5805298914186190551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5805298914186190551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5805298914186190551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-is-promise-that-lasts-forever.html' title='Love, is a promise that lasts forever'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/TFECOWHPnqI/AAAAAAAAA24/Fiaiq0QiCis/s72-c/loveisapromisethatlastsforever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5943201441684126253</id><published>2010-07-28T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:21:39.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop to smell the roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Stop to smell the roses means, take time to appreciate what's around you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frugaldad.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/smelltheflowers06082008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://frugaldad.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/smelltheflowers06082008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all of us too busy to even stop, or maybe even just slow down to look at what is going on beside us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we stopped to look at what is right beside us?&lt;br /&gt;Have we realised what we missed out?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hectic. Life is Singapore is even more hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should all read &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope we appreciate life more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little lengthy, but worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5943201441684126253?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5943201441684126253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5943201441684126253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5943201441684126253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5943201441684126253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-to-smell-roses.html' title='Stop to smell the roses'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-8327215451871264514</id><published>2010-07-26T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:44:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHm9MG9xw1o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHm9MG9xw1o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-8327215451871264514?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8327215451871264514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=8327215451871264514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/8327215451871264514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/8327215451871264514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6313692816447190197</id><published>2010-07-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:11:55.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There definitely is true love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1297273/A-truly-enduring-love-Britains-longest-married-couple-77-years-tell-enchanting-story-photos-album.html"&gt;A truly enduring love: Britain's longest-married couple (77 years) tell their enchanting story with photos from their album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1297273/A-truly-enduring-love-Britains-longest-married-couple-77-years-tell-enchanting-story-photos-album.html#ixzz0uhQDnElu" style="color: #003399;"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1297273/A-truly-enduring-love-Britains-longest-married-couple-77-years-tell-enchanting-story-photos-album.html#ixzz0uhQDnElu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm entirely convinced that true love does exist. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6313692816447190197?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6313692816447190197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6313692816447190197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6313692816447190197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6313692816447190197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-definitely-is-true-love.html' title='There definitely is true love.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5226799840133644353</id><published>2010-07-25T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:57:59.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My parents told us that they were going to cancel our cable. My brother went upstairs and sobbed about it for three hours screaming "Not Nickelodeon!, I can't live without Spongebob Squarepants!" He's 18. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5226799840133644353?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5226799840133644353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5226799840133644353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5226799840133644353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5226799840133644353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/spongebob-is-awesome.html' title='Spongebob is awesome'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1059971943904722667</id><published>2010-07-25T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:53:43.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGNES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My best friend told me that once when she was really little, she got so  angry at her parents that she held her breath till she turned blue.  Another time, she got so angry that she put her head in her dad's  pitcher of beer. She was an awsome baby. MLIA     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of agnes! 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How? I put my glasses on for the first time in awhile and looked in the mirror. The glasses slant down to the right on my face...a lot. Yet another reason to never put my glasses on. MLIA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1929745935167417781?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1929745935167417781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1929745935167417781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1929745935167417781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1929745935167417781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-you-say-yor-spectacles-are-crooked.html' title='So you say yor spectacles are crooked?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1024187448598359199</id><published>2010-07-25T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:43:16.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise words to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;If its not bad enough, its not worth it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be wondering what it means?&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1024187448598359199?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1024187448598359199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1024187448598359199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1024187448598359199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1024187448598359199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/wise-words-to-remember.html' title='Wise words to remember'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5403116564674813435</id><published>2010-07-24T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:04:36.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W is for WH,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mecancun.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sad-babythumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mecancun.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sad-babythumbnail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay I am so lazy. I havent been updating, my readers are like left with 0. Awesome or what? I have so much to do yet I am NOT doing anything. My laptop battery is lost cause I dont know where I put it. It must be somewhere on my bed but I cant seem to find it at all. Omg, I am so angsty. Must be the period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am uploading the pics nowwwwwwwwwww. Takes forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, let me list out what is going to be due soon, in no particular order cause frankly, I have no idea when they are due. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ISPA- Thursday, I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OSCM- Monday, i know!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ISPA'S ACL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CFA'S idkwhatyoucallthesoftware&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AIS' MYOB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so D.E.A.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know if im so angsty and pessimistic because my boyfriend is on the bloody plane and I feel so _______________ or that my brains are finally picking up the signals that exams are nearing. You get what I mean!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3188006802712240409?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3188006802712240409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3188006802712240409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3188006802712240409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3188006802712240409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-23rd.html' title='Its the 23rd.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6130903894716809547</id><published>2010-07-22T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:39:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Star</title><content type='html'>There must be a reason why I like patrick so much.&lt;br /&gt;It must be because I am just as dumb as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgotten about my BTT, again.&lt;br /&gt;And I have got so much to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ive got to go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Cant skip anymore AIS.&lt;br /&gt;I will fail.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;I need an angel to help me get pass all that, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: but life has been good since baby is back. 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Texting a girl twice a week does not count as staying in contact. It’s meaningless and a waste of everyone’s time. Let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Be considerate. High heels really hurt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; If a girl has pretty eyes, she has probably heard men tell her that five thousand times. It’s fine to repeat the compliment, but you’ll make a much bigger impression if you find something else to compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t stare at our chests. If we catch you glancing at our chest when you’re just in front of us, we’ll think you’re rude and have no willpower. You can look, but from a distance (that way it’s not obvious what you’re looking at!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t be a momma’s boy! Set boundaries and work on establishing some independence. You and your mom can have a loving relationship without you still suckling at her tit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t make empty promises in an attempt to impress us. Don’t say “Let’s fly to Hong Kong next month.” Sure, it sounds cool and impressive to talk a big game, but come next month, you won’t remember saying anything about Hong Kong. And we will forever think you’re full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking us for granted is probably the worst thing you could do after cheating and lying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As far as having children goes, you have the luxury of time. Appreciate it and don’t waste ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Booty Call Texts are weak. We can tell, even if you’re trying to be discreet, that all you’re really after is sex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We’d rather you didn’t say, “I’ll call you” if you really meant “goodbye.” That will make you a big fat jerk. Just leave after a date and don’t say anything, we’ll get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think girls, have I missed anything out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.www.ns.sg/blog/index.php/HollyJean/things_guys_should_know_to_make_dating_easier_for_everyone"&gt;x &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1815486189530332285?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1815486189530332285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1815486189530332285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1815486189530332285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1815486189530332285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-dating.html' title='Top 10...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6656112907615196132</id><published>2010-07-01T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:55:32.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;                             &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" href="" id="status_star_17469664830" title="favorite this tweet"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;How people treat you is their  karma; how you react is yours. -Wayne Dyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-6656112907615196132?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6656112907615196132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=6656112907615196132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6656112907615196132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/6656112907615196132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-1385093204542397105</id><published>2010-06-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:35:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets which we all hide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://qtmama.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/secret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://qtmama.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/secret.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some secrets which, I cant tell anyone. Kept in the bottom of my heart where nothing is right, and nothing is wrong. Just me and it. obody to judge, nobody to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got such a secret?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-1385093204542397105?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1385093204542397105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=1385093204542397105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1385093204542397105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/1385093204542397105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/secrets-which-we-all-hide.html' title='Secrets which we all hide.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-3044390281338241440</id><published>2010-06-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:51:04.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men prefer stupid girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fattiefatterton.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/913-dumb-blonde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://fattiefatterton.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/913-dumb-blonde.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, i always thought that guys like girls who are kinda dumb more than those who are more knowledgeable than they are. Why is that the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article &lt;a href="http://allwomenstalk.com/why-men-prefer-stupid-girls/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; kinda explains very briefly why. Which I totally agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, these "men" (and I use the term lightly), actually prefer  stupid girls over smart girls because they get to &lt;b&gt;hold all of  the cards in the relationship&lt;/b&gt; and they can get away with a lot  more shit, because their stupid girlfriend, wife, whatever, will be none  the wiser to his bull-shit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sane, confident guy would wanna date dumb girls. Totally. Unless you think they are cute, which apparently some guys do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.starcraftmazter.net/4chan/political%20satire/feminazism/guys_rule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.starcraftmazter.net/4chan/political%20satire/feminazism/guys_rule.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A smart girl takes work, initiative, cooperation, teamwork, and above  all, takes courage to handle. If you want a servant, a lap-dog, a trophy-wife, then by all means, "men"; pick up a stupid girl at a bar near you. If you want a soul-mate,  a goddess, a teacher and a partner, then for God’s sake, &lt;b&gt;have  the initiative to pick a smart girl&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally agreeeeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-3044390281338241440?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3044390281338241440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=3044390281338241440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/3044390281338241440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zoyDqWqOIH4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqM7oh_vZoE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqM7oh_vZoE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS IS FUNNNNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-4105441669566350123?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4105441669566350123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=4105441669566350123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4105441669566350123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4105441669566350123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-luo.html' title='Show luo.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-4491260473648605494</id><published>2010-06-18T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:45:36.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMH'/><title type='text'>Perfect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My best guy friend still opens and holds doors, walks in between you and the road, gives you his hoodie, walks you home and never swears in front of a girl - even when he's with his boisterous friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He GMH in my generation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-4491260473648605494?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4491260473648605494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=4491260473648605494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4491260473648605494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/4491260473648605494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect.html' title='Perfect?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-6859818915189205635</id><published>2010-06-11T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:07:44.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminds me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                              &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;In Australia, "Burger King" is  "Hungry Jack's". &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23BannedFacts" rel="nofollow" title="#BannedFacts"&gt;#BannedFacts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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me...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-7561579967459937935</id><published>2010-06-09T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:28:40.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I know I'd always be fine in the end, so why like that?&lt;br /&gt;Why so stressed?&lt;br /&gt;Why think so much?&lt;br /&gt;Just do it to the best of my abilities, I guess thats sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;If someone doesnt like it or is jealous about what I can do in sucha limited time, then I guess its too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Not.my.fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I dont even know what I am talking about. I guess I just need to talk about some random stuff to keep myself sane.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start revision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPA 4 please come to mummy!&lt;br /&gt;likereal.&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-7561579967459937935?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7561579967459937935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=7561579967459937935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/7561579967459937935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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All because they know boys are stupid..  not blind ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-372137334845712870?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/372137334845712870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=372137334845712870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/372137334845712870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/372137334845712870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-dress-for.html' title='Girls dress... for?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-862772381220354899</id><published>2010-06-06T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:25:07.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snafu'/><title type='text'>Sna what?</title><content type='html'>SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU &lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU  &lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;SNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFUSNAFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;SNAFU&lt;/b&gt; is an &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acronym" title="Acronym"&gt;acronym&lt;/a&gt; meaning &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Situation  Normal: All Fucked Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It is sometimes &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expurgation" title="Expurgation"&gt;bowdlerized&lt;/a&gt;  to &lt;i&gt;Situation Normal: All Fouled Up&lt;/i&gt; or similar.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SNAFU#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  In simple terms, it means that the normal situation is in a bad state,  as it always is, therefore nothing unexpected. It's usually used in  jest, or as a sign of frustration. The acronym is believed to have  originated in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Army" title="United States Army"&gt;US Army&lt;/a&gt; during &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II" title="World War II"&gt;World  War II&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SNAFU"&gt;-wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-862772381220354899?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/862772381220354899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=862772381220354899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/862772381220354899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/862772381220354899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/sna-what.html' title='Sna what?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-5333704422149578489</id><published>2010-06-06T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:18:59.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMH'/><title type='text'>I'd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;b&gt;My best friend died in a car accident on his way to deliver me  soup for my cold.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found in the car was also a bouquet of flowers and a card that read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've been best friends for the last 5 years.  Now, let's be lovers for the next 50." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable &lt;a href="http://lovegivesmehope.com/"&gt;LGMH&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-5333704422149578489?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5333704422149578489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=5333704422149578489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5333704422149578489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/5333704422149578489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/id.html' title='I&apos;d...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362667859356825646.post-131812211260298736</id><published>2010-06-06T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:58:03.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day to my...</title><content type='html'>FA paper, and guess what? I am not studying and have not started!&lt;br /&gt;How smart hur?&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, its my brother's advance birthday celebration, which means I wont be home till... Very late.&lt;br /&gt;F.M.L seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get some sleep and wake up early to start my revision.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362667859356825646-131812211260298736?l=daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/feeds/131812211260298736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362667859356825646&amp;postID=131812211260298736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/131812211260298736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362667859356825646/posts/default/131812211260298736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daphnelovesmeiyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-more-day-to-my.html' title='One more day to my...'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367100252611867213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3pRnggZEm28/S0nodKcy2QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ctGdK5bIdt0/S220/class.BMP'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
