<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:16:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awakened</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6503248442880990955</id><published>2009-12-13T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:57:14.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;GUUYS, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering abandoning this blog ): I mean, it's not like I update very frequently anyway. Plus, all my photos I can upload on facebook/flickr. And I have twitter and tumblr. So should I should I? I have no idea. Help help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice, leave in tagboard &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6503248442880990955?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6503248442880990955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6503248442880990955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6503248442880990955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3207200362429452893</id><published>2009-12-09T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:35:57.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>didn't i, didn't i, didn't i see you crying?</title><content type='html'>Heyooo, okay I know my blog is super dead now, but I don't know. It's tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got back from Bali this afternoooon. Good trip, nice hotels, good foood. But I got burnt like a lobster on the third day, ouch. And we rented a car and drove to all the sight seeing places and it took like, an average of 2 hours to get to places. GRR. So yeah, napped as dad nearly killed us on a steep, bumpy slope. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finished reading &lt;i&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/i&gt;. It's the most magical book. And I don't mean that in the pixies and fairies way. It's just really endearing, and hopeful and honest. When I finished it I was smiling and I just flopped on the bed and heaved a huge siggggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps, okay sorry, not in a very blog-y mood of the late. Want to know stuff just msn :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3207200362429452893?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3207200362429452893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/12/didnt-i-didnt-i-didnt-i-see-you-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3207200362429452893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3207200362429452893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/12/didnt-i-didnt-i-didnt-i-see-you-crying.html' title='didn&apos;t i, didn&apos;t i, didn&apos;t i see you crying?'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4360685804355049496</id><published>2009-11-30T16:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:48:30.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEEEEY! Just so you guys know, tumblr has basically consumed all my time on my computer, yeah, it's true. So I will be blogging less. But right now, I will have a photospam! post :D I don't know if I should abandon blogger and just stick to tumblr. Although, I don't really post like, personal life-happenings on there. But I could start? Hmmm. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these are editted by the way, I wanted them to look polaroid-ish :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188666885027_703525027_313627.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667090027_703525027_313630.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667130027_703525027_313631.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667155027_703525027_313631.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667190027_703525027_313631.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667235027_703525027_313632.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667280027_703525027_313633.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667385027_703525027_313634.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667450027_703525027_313635.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667480027_703525027_313636.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667505027_703525027_313636.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/16450_188667575027_703525027_313637.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Never bear more than one trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds - all they have had, all they have now, and all they expect to have."&lt;br /&gt;- Edward Everett Hale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4360685804355049496?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4360685804355049496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/heeeey-just-so-you-guys-know-tumblr-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4360685804355049496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4360685804355049496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/heeeey-just-so-you-guys-know-tumblr-has.html' title=''/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3127104028457755325</id><published>2009-11-27T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:20:00.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be pouring tears into your drying eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: Friends, Lovers or Nothing - John Mayer&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entires from the first two pages of &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeisaverage.com"&gt;mlia&lt;/a&gt; as of 26th November 2009, 6.20pm :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to look up strange laws in Florida. The second one that I read was: It is considered an offense to shower naked. Everything I know is a lie. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I know. My English teacher left the room while we were taking a test. 30 seconds later, everyone in the classroom across the hall screamed. My teacher ran back into the room, slammed the door, and walked back her desk with a strange, satisfied smile on her face. I still don't know what happened. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a few of my friends and I went to go see 'New Moon' on the fist day that it came out. Among all of the screaming 14 year old girls wearing Edward/Jacob t-shirts, we were dressed up as students from Hogwarts shouting things like "Bloody Hell! Cedric's Alive!" throughout the entire 2 hour movie. I think we successfully pissed off and/or confused everyone in the entire theater. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was bored, so I put on a pair of socks and pretended to ice skate in my kitchen. I'm 23 years old and I find this a completely acceptable Friday night activity.MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a friend request on facebook. I didn't recognize the name, so I went to their page to see if we had any similar friends. We didn't, but all their friends had the same last name as me. I gladly accepted. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, during homeroom, a boy was sitting in the corner, crying, because his girlfriend had just broken up with him. All the rest of the boys were crowded around him, comforting him. Meanwhile, the girls (myself included) were chasing each other around the classroom, playing a game of keep away with someone's pencil case. My teacher pointed out that we had it all backwards. Somehow, I liked it just the way it was. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went on one of my schools computers and clicked the paste button just to see what the last person had copied. It was "How to dance like a Taco". New Hobby? Oh I think so. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our math teacher was checking our homework. The person sitting in front of me said he didn't do it and had a plan to get away with it. When the teacher came to our column, he ran to the other side of the room and hid. It worked. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3127104028457755325?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3127104028457755325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-pouring-tears-into-your-drying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3127104028457755325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3127104028457755325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-pouring-tears-into-your-drying.html' title='I&apos;ll be pouring tears into your drying eyes'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-644472520630005447</id><published>2009-11-26T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:14:05.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your heart cos you're always in the right places</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: Sway - The Kooks&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES IM BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, got back on Tuesday somewhere around the late afternoon. Showered and then went to TLL where it was pizza galoreee. Hehe yay, good good. Quite sure I'm going to miss the class, even though I've only been in it for such a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto then on Wednesday, headed off bright and early to sloo's house for SLEEPOVERRRRR. Yes. Fun fun, we went to the beach, rode bikes, ate, played games, hehe. Fun overall, love you guys alot. And I &lt;3 sarahloos bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN NEW MOON. Which I think is a lot better than the first one as a movie that is going to be watched commercially by tonnes and tonnes of people. Twilight was good in a more, indie-artsy-emo kind of way, new moon was much more a &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt; movie. Kristen looked hecks of a load prettier and I think her facial expression are absolutely wonderful. Emotive. Robert Pattinson is horrendous. I prefer him as Robert Pattinson and not as Sparkle-Edward. Cullens were alright, I think all the vampire make-up was kind of overdone, but then again, it's hard to get right. Volturi was quite cool, I think Dakota did a good job, she's scary. Hmmm, Charlie was hehe funny. I LOVE ALL THE HUMAN CHARACTERS SO MUCH. And I also love the overall look of New Moon better than all the stupid overly blue cold tintedness that was in Twilight, bleh. And... music was cool, although didn't fit the scenes at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the highlight of the entire movie. &lt;b&gt;wolf pack&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;taylor freakingawesome lautner&lt;/b&gt;. I really really think he did fantastically. Wowzaaa, didn't expect him to act as well as he did, his body language the like, tiny twitches in his face are perfect. Woaaah, I can't wait for him Eclipse. Wolf pack was good too! They all seem to have fun with each other. And yeah, they might not be the best actors, but alot of them are first-timers, so I will allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the script was pretty alright. Not completely with the book, but I especially escially love this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bella&lt;/b&gt;: We don't have to do this to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacob&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAH, heartbreaking. And all their wonderful jacob/bella moments were squeeee awesome. I love all their hugging and laughing and cute teasing. Love love love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will stop myself now because I suspect everyone officially thinks I'm crazy. Heh, byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-644472520630005447?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/644472520630005447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-your-heart-cos-youre-always-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/644472520630005447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/644472520630005447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-your-heart-cos-youre-always-in.html' title='I need your heart cos you&apos;re always in the right places'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7709562549607978008</id><published>2009-11-20T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:26:09.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the parks and trees and leaves reach you there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SHORT BREAK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving for KL tomorrow morning (6am, gah) and I'll only be back tuesday afternoon. So, no posts on twitter, tumblr (aaah, my Tumblraity gooone), facebook or blogger until then. Im quite excited. Not just for the shopping, but on this trip I plan to rediscover my writing. Haha, yes, I have my iPod at the ready, a mostly blank sketchbook and pencils and pens. Yes, very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to get some internet at the hotel, so I might pop in for some inspiration ala flickr or livejournal. I might tweet, so watch out for that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tataaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7709562549607978008?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7709562549607978008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-believe-we-crossed-world-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7709562549607978008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7709562549607978008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-believe-we-crossed-world-while.html' title='Do the parks and trees and leaves reach you there?'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5052833874811690834</id><published>2009-11-19T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:30:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we shed what was left of our summer skin</title><content type='html'>Have you guys ever been to those websites like &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;postsecret&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.blogsecret.tumblr.com"&gt;blogsecret&lt;/a&gt; or even the ever famous &lt;a href="http://fmylife.com"&gt;fmylife&lt;/a&gt;? If you have, then you'll probably exactly what I mean when I say that everytime I read something really sad on those websites, I a)feel like slashing myself, b)feel like hugging those poor people and then c)feel like I'm so lucky to not be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, some of the stuff there is just SO SAD it makes me want to cry. Aw man, can't stand it. Really, if you want to expand your perspectives of the world, you can start by reading things like that. It's really really eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally conquered my closet today. Cleared out all the junk clothes that I don't need and I must say my closet has SO much more space now, haha I'm really proud of myself. And now I have a reason to shop more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, oh yeah, I finally have my own &lt;a href="http://stowedaway.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;tumblr&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which I just made today. It's really a different kind of therapeutic. It's for random inspirations and really a more, creative sort of expression. Blogger is more to just keep track of my life and share it with people haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then twitter is just fun :D follow me @&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/crashand_burn"&gt;&lt;u&gt;crashand_burn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps, anyway jamie oliver is on and he's making something with butternut squash. Yummoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5052833874811690834?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5052833874811690834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-shed-what-was-left-of-our-summer_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5052833874811690834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5052833874811690834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-shed-what-was-left-of-our-summer_19.html' title='we shed what was left of our summer skin'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1273714697780753023</id><published>2009-11-17T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:53:17.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's take a breath, jump over the side</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: What If - Coldplay&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really love to go to Scotland or Ireland someday. Looks completely enchanting. Not in the winter through, might be a little dreary. Maybe during the fall. Siggh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, flashback a bit to Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for church, which is always good. Sarahloo, sarahwong, gwen, marian and weylynn were all there. Part of Gwen's crazy bonding scheme. So yeah, after church we wandered around for awhile looking for a place to have lunch. Eventually settled for cafe cartel. After thaaat, headed to cathay because we thought there might be a bowling alley there. But there isn't. So then... nearly tried to get into NC16 Paranormal Activity. Haha, and we stuck a post it that said "Taylor Lautner/Nick Jonas" on a Selena Gomez poster. Yupp, then mani-pedi's, some shopping and that was it. Quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday! Barbeque at sarahlim's house! Fun fun. Was actually supposed to be at 4, but it got gradually postponed until 6, which was troublesome for me (grrr, sarahs running late) but eventually got there. Patties were awesome. Ate, talked. Then played some hide and seek where sarahlims sister showed me the awesomest hiding place evaaa. And then... truth or dare! Courtesy of shan's iTouch. Waaay fun. They made me put 10 ice cubes down my... shirt. And we tried holding a note for 25 seconds. Haha. I really think it's quite impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lol at anyone who is thinking of trying it later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps, fun night. Love all of you many many :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my toes are officially sea-foam green and my fingers are darkbrown/skintone :D heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1273714697780753023?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1273714697780753023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-take-breath-jump-over-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1273714697780753023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1273714697780753023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-take-breath-jump-over-side.html' title='Let&apos;s take a breath, jump over the side'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6710352125697597774</id><published>2009-11-14T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:57:39.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: Revelry - Kings of Leon&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i just realised how hard it is maintaining all these social networking accounts. blogger, twitter, facebook, msn.. well, that's all i have. but those poor people who have tumblr, xanga, myspace, livejournal. oh the horror, it's so hard to keep up with everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like watching friends, antm, project runway, gossip girl, and a whole slew of vulgarities at the same time and keeping up to date with all the latest episodes and etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and just to update people. I created a (new) twitter account few days ago. My old one was a total bust. Feel free to follow me @ crashand_burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, my laptop has been christened! &lt;i&gt;His name is Elliot&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, on a completely unrelated note I finally finished all my pre-downloaded episodes of gossipgirl today. I only have up to season 3 episode 5 so I'll have to look for the ones after that soon. I realised it seriously has a major effect on people. My mum has watched a few episodes for me and she said she loves Blair's style of dressing, and ever since, the clothes she's been wearing have been getting more and more... Blair-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me. I'm getting bitchier. Help me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I want to, like, just these past few days I've been making all these GossipGirl-esque comments and the minute they come out from my mouth I hear myself, and immediately think "oh shit, that didn't come out right" and I can't stop it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How how? Maybe I should start watching Friends to like, kill the bitch. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing much of interest lately. Have Gwen's "bonding" thing tomorrow, and then BBQ on Monday. Quite looking forward. Oh and I just got back from my grandma's house and mum and I were raiding her closet (she is quite trendy, haha) and I koped some "vintage" stuff from her, woohoo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaappy. So, tataa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6710352125697597774?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6710352125697597774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-fire-in-my-bones-and-sweet-taste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6710352125697597774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6710352125697597774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-fire-in-my-bones-and-sweet-taste.html' title='with fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1941759148377529942</id><published>2009-11-11T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:56:00.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light up, light up, as if you have a choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: Run - Snow Patrol&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIREDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, today I was walking through my neighbourhood home from choir practice, and it was the most torturous thing everr. It's like 6pm. I'm freaking hungry. And on both sides of me are nice little houses with delectable aromas wafting out of windows and floating past me. AAAH. Could have died, I think my stomach was dying with all the growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much. Had choir practice which was quite not bad. Re-auditions tomorrow, which is COMPLETELY nerve-wracking. But quite looking forward to being able to listen to the rest. Haha, hopefully this is for the good of the entire choir :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, Snow Patrol is gorgeeeouuusss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found this photo HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1941759148377529942?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1941759148377529942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-up-light-up-as-if-you-have-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1941759148377529942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1941759148377529942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-up-light-up-as-if-you-have-choice.html' title='light up, light up, as if you have a choice'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2905200774508454740</id><published>2009-11-09T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:48:39.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you</title><content type='html'>yaaay, im blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so today was basically entirely filled with gossip girl. yes, i am ashamed. it's like the ultimate guilty pleasure okay. well, actually, it's not as brainless or senseless as you would think. at least, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the characters are really very fascinating okay, if anyone on earth would ever have to go through the things that they go through. and i'm really growing to like chuck's character, with him drowning his grief in alchohal and women. haha, very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you know, it's nearly the end of the year and this time, there are plenty of people leaving MG. It's really sad when you think about it. At first I was, honestly, a little bit angry because I didn't really see why anyone would want to leave MG. Maybe it's because it's the only school I've ever known, but frankly, I can't think of a better place to be in. (probably one of the reasons I'm having so much trouble deciding which JC I might want to go to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was angry at first, but then, I've been reading and hearing a lot of things, looking at various blog posts. And all of them, be it from the graduating sec 4's this year or the people leaving for another school, say the same thing: They love our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that just put a smile on my face because, you know, I really think MGS is the best school ever. No offense to all the others, but, you know. I &lt;3 it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like I want to give back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. To anyone reading this who might be leaving MG, I wasn't talking about anybody in particular, really, just about my feeling in general :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupp. that's my rant for today. toodleees :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2905200774508454740?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2905200774508454740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-go-to-all-same-places-not-even-trace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2905200774508454740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2905200774508454740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-go-to-all-same-places-not-even-trace.html' title='I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2367501205230259147</id><published>2009-11-08T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:23:21.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i sang this loud enough, you would sing it back</title><content type='html'>HELLO GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the hiatus is over. And you know what that means? Do you? Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT MEANS I FINALLY GOT MY NEW LAPTOP. ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way way way awesome. Yaaay, my baby. Seriously, i love it. So right now, I'm trying to come up with names for it. I've decided it's a girl, but I can't think of a suitable name. So, any suggestions? Leave them on the tagboaard. And strictly no putting down your own name, I will not even consider it, heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA You want to know something way cool. I can't even see the speakers. Like, sound comes out, and it's really good quality sound, but I can't see where they're coming from. O: maybe i'm just being really blur, but seriously, wth are the speakers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've had ROCs, Sounds of Hope, LTC Camp and finally Carolling. All have left wonderful memories and them being over also means that the most hectic part of my holidays is finally over! Whee, really happy. Today's been a good day manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is beside me being completely annoyingly obsessed with his new iTouch. Yupp, he got it as the same time I got my new lappy. And I think the really stupid thing is that the main reason he's getting it is for Tap Tap. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love tap tap like any other person out there, but that's really not a good reason to get an iTouch that cost over 500 bucks. Yes? So yeah, he's furiously tap tap-ing now, but I assure you in a month (maybe even less) he'll be dumping his iTouch in random places, bored with tap tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't, I will name my laptop some really embarrassing name. Like Dickherber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yaaay, so nice to be blogging after such a long time. So nostalgic today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I shall stop here. I want to go tinker with the settings more hehe. Tataaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gaargh, I must figure where the speakers are by the end of this night)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2367501205230259147?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2367501205230259147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-sang-this-loud-enough-you-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2367501205230259147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2367501205230259147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-sang-this-loud-enough-you-would.html' title='if i sang this loud enough, you would sing it back'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4004345624715277311</id><published>2009-11-04T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:20:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and maybe then we'll remember to slow down to all of our favorite parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: All I Wanted - Paramore&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys sorry I haven't been posting but my spacebar is actually broken even though you can't see it right now because I'm copy-pasting spaces into the posting thing. Anyway, although WAY ALOT ALOT has happened since the last time I posted, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I'm going to take a short hiatus&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I get my new laptop yes? I'm super busy in any case, so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh wait, before that, everybody reading now should go buy &lt;i&gt;Brand New Eyes&lt;/i&gt;, Paramore's latest album, its completely epic, gets better each time I listen to it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4004345624715277311?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4004345624715277311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-well-remember-to-slow-down-to-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4004345624715277311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4004345624715277311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-well-remember-to-slow-down-to-all.html' title='and maybe then we&apos;ll remember to slow down to all of our favorite parts'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2534513980095345453</id><published>2009-10-19T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:23:54.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone</title><content type='html'>hmm, i kind of really love taylor swift. she's like really super talented man. i actually think a lot of the disney stars are very misunderstood/underrated/etc. i mean, they really are very talented, they write their own songs, they have good voices (yeah, miley cyrus is not that bad okay). so yeah, they're good haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm, so yes, taylor swift, jonas brothers, demi lovato, miley cyrus, etc. they're good. (haha, gwen is going to be so happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, not much today. i was supposed to go running but grrr, had sectionals in the morning so couldn't go. and now it's too hot to go anywhereee. sigh. i feel fat. meeeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2534513980095345453?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2534513980095345453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-rains-when-youre-here-and-it-rains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2534513980095345453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2534513980095345453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-rains-when-youre-here-and-it-rains.html' title='it rains when you&apos;re here and it rains when you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8461293008530045051</id><published>2009-10-18T15:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:32:59.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'cos my rhymes are so fly and my jeans are so tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tH84sdcDPs8&amp;hl=en&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/tH84sdcDPs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA it's so 80s, hah, i love it. Really catchy. It makes me like nick more, he's really super talented i admit. Although I still think Joe is best hehe. Everybody should watch JONAS, its seriously a good show but sadly underrated. Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;B to the O to the U to the N to the C to the E, wait I can't dance&lt;br /&gt;That's okay, we'll show you how to bounce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8461293008530045051?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8461293008530045051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/cos-my-rhymes-are-so-fly-and-my-jeans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8461293008530045051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8461293008530045051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/cos-my-rhymes-are-so-fly-and-my-jeans.html' title='&apos;cos my rhymes are so fly and my jeans are so tight'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5502044943628471150</id><published>2009-10-17T09:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:51:24.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch the hours fall in a hundred seperate lines</title><content type='html'>header change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty mellow few days. had choir yesterday, reached school at about 9 for the exco meeting. had the meeting. and then the full comm came for the second meeting. ha, this one was mostly crapping and irritating ellissa, hahah, as usual. and then went to pizza hut yet again for lunchz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had bolognaise and ellissa treated us all to the awesome chocolate cake there. incidentally, those cakes come with ice cream that's topped with a cherry, so we (ruth, siying and i) ended up trying to tie the cherry stems into knots in our mouths. haha, mine was fail, i got fed up and just tied them with my fingers. ruth couldn't manage either. BUT siying got hers really quickly HAHA. you know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we forced ellissa into trying and we stared at her struggling for the longest time. she didn't manage to do it though. aww D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had choir practice. so-so. and after that rushed off to family dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was to celebrate my grandma's birthday so we went to her favourite vegetarian restuarant, got a cake and everything, sang her the song. gave present. etc etc. pretty alright night except people kept annoying me saying that my skirt had run out of material, hmph. (i.e. it was too short and too frayed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so this morning i was planning to go running for the first time in aaages. but then, grr. couldn't for certain &lt;i&gt;reasons&lt;/i&gt;. i will go on monday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, i'll update when i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576425027_703525027_2851073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576515027_703525027_2851087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576610027_703525027_2851101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576650027_703525027_2851107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576700027_703525027_2851113.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576835027_703525027_2851132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576900027_703525027_2851143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576950027_703525027_2851148.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154576995027_703525027_2851155.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154577030027_703525027_2851159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154577105027_703525027_2851168.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/8321_154577075027_703525027_2851164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5502044943628471150?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5502044943628471150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-hours-fall-in-hundred-seperate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5502044943628471150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5502044943628471150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-hours-fall-in-hundred-seperate.html' title='watch the hours fall in a hundred seperate lines'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8589618613130983127</id><published>2009-10-15T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:40:39.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please speak softly, for they will hear us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;oh my whatthehell i have a freaking white hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shits now more are gonna grow AAAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8589618613130983127?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8589618613130983127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-speak-softly-for-they-will-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8589618613130983127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8589618613130983127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-speak-softly-for-they-will-hear.html' title='please speak softly, for they will hear us'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4524101425456497749</id><published>2009-10-14T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:28:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not a war, no, it's not a rapture</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;happy whatthehell day!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm, ssyss has officially delcared 14th October Whatthehell Day, simply because today has been the most sdfkhaskld day ever, and not neccesarily in a bad way either because I'm still pretty happy hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, before that, went out with sloo yesterday to novena and united square! Got a skirt, a dress, pair of earrings and a bag! Hehe totally blew my money, was so depressed, damn sad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, 7.50 am, listening paper which was hmm.. alright. I guess. And then we left school at like 8.30, which is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shans house to get ready for orchaaard. Dressy day! Except for Sarah Wong, who was wearing her butterfly top (again) so like, heh, we looked eons older than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bus-ed to the cineleisure stop to buy tickets! Camwhored a bit there with the movie posters and walked arounddd. BOOMZ SHIRT at new urban male hehe. But most of the shops weren't open and stuff, so we got some coffee (which I later left at rubi on accident &gt;&lt;) to wake up and headed off to far east!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we realised, far east is super far away from cine, so we walked and walked and walked. And we ahd to take the underpass that goes through Ion. And so... yeah, we just stopped at Rubi and Monsoon and DIVA! Rubi, oh my gosh saw the hottest pair of heels ever. Blue suede with like, some sashes wrapping around the ankle. Woah, damn nice but it was like $50. And then monsoon, equally expensive. DIVA was the best because they were having the nothing-under-nine-bucks sale wheeee. Bought two sets of bangles pretty pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW WE'RE AT FAR EAST! And oh my, we went around in search of a shop that pierces ears. And we found one! 77th street hehe were sarahloo, sarahwong and shantelle proceeded to get their ears pierced! Sarah loo was awesome and strong with her second piercings, and didn't make much of a struggle haha. Sarah wong was awesome, so proud of her finally getting her ears pierced! Shan was really brave too, haha although needed &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; encouragement/support from us haha. BUT WAY GLAD FOR YOU GUYS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thennnn... subway for a short lunch and then off to cine again for movie! Fame faaaaame. Oh yeah, saw half the MGS population there. Okay, exaggeration, but there were loads okay, sec 2's mostly. Quite funny, and we were all in a section in the theatre. FAME FAME FAME FAME! BEST SHOW EVERRRR. Oh my gosh, I would have cried so much if i wasn't too busy gawking at the singing/dancing/people. Oh my goodness, it's seriously good good good. Woah, and ASHER BOOK oh my shizz, damn hot. HIS VOICE IS TO DIE FOR! And Paul McGill is pretty cute too, even though he's fair, blond and blue eyed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmmz, that doesn't even halfway describe my love for it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thennn.. what happened after that? Oh went to the earring store and bought a pair for NINETY CENTS. Yes, 90cents. Nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then OFF TO WISMA for cotton on! Hehe, went crazy again. Bought a skirt wheeee. Happy happy. So satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after our wonderful purchases, we were happily walking along the halls of wisma atria. And then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79 dollars worth of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, and we were JUST talking about how broke we were and needed more money. Like seriously, oh man. And we just didn't know what to do. Picked it up, went to the infocounter but the lady there said she couldn't do anything about it either! We were damn frazzled and stuff. Heh, even tried calling swong's pastor-dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, after waiting around the place where we found it for the person to come back, we decided to just split it evenly among ourselves and each person would spend it however they wanted. Mmhmm, planning to give mine to chruch or charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some breadtalk and then headed out for some rest and fresh air. Plonked down on one of the benches and sprawled. Then swong and slim went off to go get a drink. We waited. Waited. Waited. Waited. FOR AGES for them to get back. Tried calling them, but then realised their phones were with us. Grr, sloo even went off to find them. But they came back eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, so that was basically it. We left pretty soon after that. Fun fun day, very eventful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, this post was supposed to be in point form to cut down length. But heh, oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4524101425456497749?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4524101425456497749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-war-no-its-not-rapture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4524101425456497749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4524101425456497749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-war-no-its-not-rapture.html' title='it&apos;s not a war, no, it&apos;s not a rapture'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2300482900647036917</id><published>2009-10-12T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:07:58.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the dance for all the lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Oh my goodness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis finally overrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really, but it might as well be. All that's left is chinese which is unstudyable and then listening, which shouldn't even be counted as one exam. SO WE CAN OFFICIALLY SLACK NOW YAAAYS. So excited for tomorrow. Going out with wifey sarahloo to novena before tuition. Haha, we are going to camwhore and shop for random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SPEAKING OF SHOPPING FOR RANDOM THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate my unstoppable need to buy things. Seriously, i blew over $17 on a necklace and some charms. Like, at art lab. Wth. I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, and wednesday, when exams officially end. We have school off at 8.30! Which is completely awesome. So ssyss are going to ORCHARD MALL CRAWL. Yezzz, I cannot wait. Swong and slim are getting theire first ear piercings! Muahahha. And sloo and shan are getting their second holes. Yeah, I'm the only one not getting, bssh. But nevermind, I am satisfied with what I have. So anyway, then we are going to watch FAAAAME! after that. Mwooooar, asher book will be the love very very soon. If on wednesday I don't post about him, please remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on such a high today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say, will probably continue this laterrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2300482900647036917?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2300482900647036917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-dance-for-all-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2300482900647036917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2300482900647036917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-dance-for-all-lovers.html' title='this is the dance for all the lovers'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5415745359998750926</id><published>2009-10-10T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:55:08.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you think you're hot shit and boo, i love it</title><content type='html'>woohooo, changed the header yay. is it less emo? haha, i know i kind of failed at the trying not to be emo skin thing, but i can't help it. heh, i guess it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHH I FINALLY GOT THE FIRST 4 SEASONS OF FRIENDS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome, I'm so excited. But damn it, there are exams, and I already started watching a tiny bit D: meeh. Oh no, physics and bio! What if I die! Because I don't know anything oh crapo crapo crapo. Okay okay, I must study tomorrow. Must must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA a woman thought chandler was gay again. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, anyway. Hot Mess - Cobra Starship is such an addictive song. I think cobra starship is like, ear drugs O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, that's not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5415745359998750926?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5415745359998750926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-think-youre-hot-shit-and-boo-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5415745359998750926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5415745359998750926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-think-youre-hot-shit-and-boo-i-love.html' title='you think you&apos;re hot shit and boo, i love it'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-9193187684138027799</id><published>2009-10-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:12:55.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore</title><content type='html'>Hello peepur. I am blogging this while waiting for my JONAS episodes to load on this ridiculously laggy/slow laptop. Haha, yes, don't judge me, they're not half bad. And there's only like, less than 20 of them so it doesn't even take up a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more papers conquered! Lit and history were the two most &lt;i&gt;painful&lt;/i&gt; exams I have ever taken. And pain as in literal, physical pain. During lit, my hand got numb and cramped up for awhile seriously, ow. And then history, it started &lt;i&gt;stinging&lt;/i&gt; and I had to stop writing. And then when the stinging subsided and I started writing again, the whole thing just got worse. So yeah, not gooodz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the whole history and lit excitement wore off yesterday already, so I can't like, go all crazy/raging over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was today. It wasn't bad, pretty much what I expected. Pretty confident, hope I do well. It's on the of the only subjects I'm confident about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, actually it's the only one. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was in no mood to study today any sciences today for some reason, so I pretty much slacked. Grrr, I feel so lazy. When I got home I watched TV for a bit, and then I JONAS-ed until like, 7. Then shower and dinner and then been guitar-ing since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my life is so exciting right? mmhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'm going to get all the JONAS things over and done with so I have the whole day to study tomorrow. Yeah, I really don't have anything to blog today, so you have to put up with my random, boring old crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-9193187684138027799?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/9193187684138027799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/youll-say-that-you-dont-want-to-see-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/9193187684138027799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/9193187684138027799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/youll-say-that-you-dont-want-to-see-sun.html' title='you&apos;ll say that you don&apos;t want to see the sun anymore'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5604378793534341621</id><published>2009-10-07T17:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:31:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are pretty down to your bones</title><content type='html'>Sigh, sometimes I really love blogging. It's just supremely therapeutic. Wheehee, like scented candles and like, hot baths. HAHA. Sorry, those are therapeutic too okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Been cramming geography like a mad woman on drugs until the CRUCIAL moment came just a few hours ago. My goodness. Haha, I was singing Realize - Colbie Caillat in my head to keep happy and not nervous. It really works kaay, sing any song in your head, and it calms nerves. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese compo and gong han was okay, it was pretty much the same toughness I was expecting, so it was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But geog was complete killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I didn't know how to do the questions. I did mostly. It's just that there's so freaking much to write, oh my goodness. My hand cramped halfway. I stoned for a few seconds till it came back. SO FREAKING MUCH TO WRITE. And I sitting so far away from the fans, sweating aaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most &lt;i&gt;draining&lt;/i&gt; test I have ever taken. I feel like all the geographical energy has been sucked out of me. By tomorrow, I probably will not remember anything about land supply, high tech farming, global warming or.. oh look, I can't even think of another topic to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it was quite exhilarating after it all ended. The class sort of burst into this frenzy of questions and flailing and exclamations of exhaustion. "OH MY GOSH THAT WAS THE MOST TIRING THING I HAVE EVER DONE" or "OMG WHICH QUESTIONS DID YOU DO" or "OMG WHAT ARE THE FOUR AREAS OF RECLAIMED LAND IN SINGAPORE" (heh, sad to say I did not get that question right, oh and oh my shit I freaking read the stupid bearings question wrong and put 72 degrees instead of 258, grrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaays. After the exam stayed back to study with neil sheng. That was pretty tiring too, I think both of us were pretty much in no mood to do anything at all, so we kind of sluggishly got through all the history chapters. Yupps. Went back home and since I slept on the bus I got all my history done on my new whiteboard, mostly. Quite happppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to red R&amp;J. AAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that one is for later. I'll probably fall asleep to Romeo proclaiming his love or like, stabbing Tybalt or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yowzaaa, I love blogging. It needs to be some sort of high-paying occupation so I don't have to waste my time with this mindless memorising and regurgitation of information for exams. 'Tis not goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA omg, on an unrelated note. You know that singapore idol seven eleven commercial? The one with Ken Lim and Taufick? HAHA THE ONE WHERE they show this guy in this motorbike helmet and his does this weird, girating dance move and all the sound crew, camera people and everything start doing it too?! HAHA it's so freaking funny! Oh my gosh, no one else finds it funny, but it's hilarious lah! Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to remember to watch Polo Boys. Whooosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quoooote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"It's not who you are that holds you back,&lt;br /&gt;it's who you think you're not"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't it true? :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5604378793534341621?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5604378793534341621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-pretty-down-to-your-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5604378793534341621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5604378793534341621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-pretty-down-to-your-bones.html' title='you are pretty down to your bones'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8428644043501760251</id><published>2009-10-05T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:33:06.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love</title><content type='html'>bwaaah geog is killerr. i can't stand the amount of information we have to memorise, driving me nuts. makes me even more solid on my decision to take full history. gaaargh, i have this sinking feeling that i'm going to do so badly in geog ): i don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lah, i am seriously in no mood to memorise facts on land and water supply. i don't even get why we need to know all the stages of land fill and empoldering. so stupid. i for one do not see myself becoming some landscaper or like, land reclaimer in the future so there is seriously no need for us to know all this. can't we just know that it gives us more land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, it's super pissing lah. i hate human geog, it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SPEAKING OF ANNOYING. ahem, there is a certain person who came in for a certain subject today who certainly got the whole class freaking irritated at her. i'm not going to name any names because I wouldn't want to &lt;i&gt;distort&lt;/i&gt; her image, but heh, go figure out the pun in that last statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, how do you guys psyche yourself up to study? any kind of motivation? maybe i should get some starbucks or something. or be cool and go to some mellow cafe to study. heh. i don't know. i'm qite done with the bulk of my studying but i seriously feel like i can't remember anything and the minute i step into the classroom my mind is just going to not retain anything and i'll get a big fat F9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh blogging is so therapeutic. it's calminggg.. well, until i realise that geog is coming in less than two days. then i start freaking out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8428644043501760251?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8428644043501760251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-into-your-heart-and-youll-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8428644043501760251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8428644043501760251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-into-your-heart-and-youll-find.html' title='look into your heart and you&apos;ll find love, love, love'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-533295546847492617</id><published>2009-10-04T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:13:18.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throw me a rope to hold me in place</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I random pictures from the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's birthday dessert from yesterday. Sadly they did not come in singing happy birthday ): Although they did help us take a group photo and even got it printed out and got all the staff to sign on the back of the card hehe. Quite funny, we don't even know them. But I guess that's what you get when you pay a bomb for a dinner at a fancy restaurant where children under 6 years of age aren't allowed. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/aged.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes! Yes, both of them. The pair on the right are from my baby days haha. And the pair on the left are from rubi! Haven't had the chance to wear them yet. It's crazy that they're actually in the same colour and material. Scary how much feet grow, I can't believe that I was actually that tiny. And if you're wondering why I still have them, my dad doesn't want to throw them away. He's sentimental like that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing interesting today. Churched and lunched with family friends. And then back home for some geography revision. Pwoooar, sleepy sleepy. Happy to say I'm mostly recovered though :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-533295546847492617?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/533295546847492617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/throw-me-rope-to-hold-me-in-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/533295546847492617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/533295546847492617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/throw-me-rope-to-hold-me-in-place.html' title='throw me a rope to hold me in place'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2402939651433634841</id><published>2009-10-03T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:59:09.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're pushing and pulling me down to you</title><content type='html'>I am sick. Have flu and it's horrendous. Sigh, but the medicine helps loads, and I had a nap just now which is always nice. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I officially finished making all my notes! Felt quite accomplished whee, now to revise revise revise. Geography first aaah, scared I won't be able to answer the questions properly, won't have enough points or whatever. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's 4 days away. Right now I'm overloaded on cooking shows, I love them seriously, they're super addictive. The food always looks so pretty! Jamie Oliver is the bestest everrr, whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is my brother's birthday! Haha, mummy ordered mcdonalds breakfast for us, and then for dinner we went to Kuriya for japanese! Had a private room and everything hoho. Niceeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night I kept freaking out my brother saying that at any moment all the waiters and waitresses would burst into the room singing happy birthday with a brightly lit cake haha, like in that bank commercial! Where they all come out and then a women says "it's our pleasure..." haha, forgot which bank though. HSBC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else.. nothing much really. Oh no, cough medicine kicking in, getting sleepy... eyelids drooping.. tataaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/15efqqe.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2402939651433634841?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2402939651433634841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-pushing-and-pulling-me-down-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2402939651433634841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2402939651433634841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-pushing-and-pulling-me-down-to.html' title='you&apos;re pushing and pulling me down to you'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5678950795087092388</id><published>2009-10-01T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:30:38.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes some time to let you go and it shows</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness it's less than a week, 6 freaking days, to end of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why I'm still reading private escapes me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px;"&gt;SARAH WONG, YOU DID THIS TO ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5678950795087092388?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5678950795087092388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-takes-some-time-to-let-you-go-and-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5678950795087092388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5678950795087092388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-takes-some-time-to-let-you-go-and-it.html' title='it takes some time to let you go and it shows'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7756678338611860133</id><published>2009-09-30T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:20:43.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you put the good in goodbye</title><content type='html'>everybody is pmsing meeeeh. it's such a jumpy period of time (no pun intended). anyway, singapore  idol's been on, and if a girl doesn't win this season something is wrong with singaporeans. oh gosh, farhan's off tune-ness is killing me. bssssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i'm kind of ksdjhfkashkdfaslk this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If I let you love me&lt;br /&gt;Be the one adored,&lt;br /&gt;would you go all the way?&lt;br /&gt;Be the one I'm looking for"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore - Adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that is dedicated to Nathalie "Doby" Koh ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7756678338611860133?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7756678338611860133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-put-good-in-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7756678338611860133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7756678338611860133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-put-good-in-goodbye.html' title='you put the good in goodbye'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6935695459874334062</id><published>2009-09-29T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:26:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you listen so close when love was just a way out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;i am tired&lt;br /&gt;God, help me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and paramore is my trance music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6935695459874334062?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6935695459874334062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-listen-so-close-when-love-was-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6935695459874334062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6935695459874334062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-listen-so-close-when-love-was-just.html' title='you listen so close when love was just a way out'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1440566799786901871</id><published>2009-09-28T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:24:37.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try to forget love because love's forgotten me</title><content type='html'>nothing of importance at school. i think chapel was especially good today, good job ellissa. just note, the word "shove" is pronounced sh-uh-ve-d NOT sh-oh-ve-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, after school at home, i spent majority of the 3-4 hour grieving for reed and josh. yes, i am DEVASTATED with the turn of events, STUPID REED, how can she give up him D: they fought, they both got really really distraught, he leaves, she goes psycho and starts making out with DASH! -dun dun dunnnnnn- okay, admittedly, he's really charming and suave and all, but JOSH IS TOO CUTE D: AND THEN he COMES BACK to apologise and SEES REED KISSING DASH. STUPID REED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, getting more and more annoyed by her by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, private is a good series. I admit. I think all the Billings perks are the coolest ever oh my goodness, ESPECIALLY the free clothes and all the gossipy secrets of all the people. oh my gooosh, the best. -dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the book is terrible because i'm getting so distracted from studying now, gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakjdhfasdfkjasdfjdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1440566799786901871?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1440566799786901871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-to-forget-love-because-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1440566799786901871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1440566799786901871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-to-forget-love-because-loves.html' title='try to forget love because love&apos;s forgotten me'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6613691974397282767</id><published>2009-09-27T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:34:13.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time baby i'll be bulletproof</title><content type='html'>haha hello aaall. nothing much today, oh, went to rubi with mummy and bought four, yes four, pairs of shoes. muahaha, so happy. i need a new bag for school ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's race day! lewis hamilton is so going to win lah, if he doesn't, then the race is rigged again. yes, i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in honour of the 2009 Singapore Grand Prix, i will do a live commentary! haha, okay, so it's not the most interesting thing in the world but f1 is totally awesome okaaay. i've been watching it since... i can remember.  ever since michael schumacher was still the top driver in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's startinggg! woohoo, just now lewis hamilton gave nicole scherzinger a kiss on the cheek, awww, so cute. i think they look really good together, hehe. they'll make pretty babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting starting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaay! hamilton's in front! rosberg is seconddd. wheeee, yay, my two favourites :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaay, he's in frooont. 1.6 seconds. woohoo. i dont even need to watch it anymore. hahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine this commentary thing isn't going to be very interesting, so. I give up. yaaay. &lt;s&gt;i'll just post the winner when it happens. tata :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Lewis won. Duh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/article-0-06274D58000005DC-98_468x5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6613691974397282767?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6613691974397282767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-time-baby-ill-be-bulletproof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6613691974397282767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6613691974397282767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-time-baby-ill-be-bulletproof.html' title='this time baby i&apos;ll be bulletproof'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2800972642129631530</id><published>2009-09-25T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:03:58.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if the clouds don't clear we'll rise above it</title><content type='html'>The main character in Stephenie Meyer's novel "The Host" is called &lt;i&gt;Melanie Stryder&lt;/i&gt;, which sounds and looks scarily similar to &lt;i&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/i&gt; no? Is anyone else as equally disgusted? Urgh, she's such a narcissist. Not only did she make Bella seem like a prettier, skinnier and TOTALLY BORING (not that Stephenie isn't boring, but) version of herself, but in her other completely unrelated book, she makes another character that is potentially just as horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read The Host yet, and now, I don't think I ever will. But apparently, they're making it a movie. Which just amazes me because I don't see why the world is all caught up with Stephenie Meyer. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rant over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the movie sounds like it might turn out really cool because the director of "Gattaca" and script writer for "The Truman Show" is directing it, which is pretty cool because both of those movies are awesome. Truman show &lt;i&gt;freaked me out&lt;/i&gt; so bad despite having Jim Carrey in it. That's how cool it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing too interesting today. Continued west side story in music and started iRobot in philooo. Uhmmmz, oh yeah. I think I might be taking full history half lit. Sigh, yeah, this is like the 158923rd time I've changed my mind. Gaargh, fickle fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, halfway through studying for physics, whee, more draining than expected. But got to keep going, must do well, must do well... -goes into scary trance-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2800972642129631530?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2800972642129631530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-clouds-dont-clear-well-rise-above-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2800972642129631530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2800972642129631530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-clouds-dont-clear-well-rise-above-it.html' title='if the clouds don&apos;t clear we&apos;ll rise above it'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2719666627494692557</id><published>2009-09-23T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:08:44.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep me safe inside, Your arms like towers</title><content type='html'>Another daaay. It's pretty amazing how quickly time passes. This year especially, has been surprisingly fast. I mean, it's already the end of year exams! I feels like just yesterday I was celebrating my birthday.. or buying flowers on Bosom Buddies (Valentine's) Day. Sigh, too fast. And then next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, geography today was an epiphany. I realised just how horrible my studying of it has been, so I got home today complete shut myself away from the world and studied geog. Honestly, I'm quite proud, but I've got to redo my notes for chapters 2-4. A little bit moree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LA ORAL. Oh my goodness, I have freaking first. NERVE-WRACKING TO THE CORE OH MY GOSH. But I think it went pretty well thankfully, although my dramatic monologue wasn't performed near dramatic enough. And I was shaking when I first started my oral defence. But it passed, and I am satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hoho, can't you tell I'm in such a blogging mood today, mwoaar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bio, STDs. Shan't say more, they are disgusting. -glares at SOMEONE- Hmm.. rest of the day nothing much really. I am scared for the chinese exam. Can die, oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I will end here because I need to get back to geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OH and look! it's taylor and taylor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5593089.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2719666627494692557?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2719666627494692557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/keep-me-safe-inside-your-arms-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2719666627494692557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2719666627494692557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/keep-me-safe-inside-your-arms-like.html' title='keep me safe inside, Your arms like towers'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5386614496002653879</id><published>2009-09-22T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:51:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running for the light in the tunnel but it's just the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4px"&gt;I HATE STUDYING FOR GEOGRAPHY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, all of the notes I did so far are so skimpy and like, useless. But I really can't bring myself to go into more detail D: It's just so long winded and like, DUH! But then I get this nagging feeling that I'm gonna do badly. So scaaared is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dub-choo dub-choo dub-choo, heh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5386614496002653879?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5386614496002653879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/running-for-light-in-tunnel-but-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5386614496002653879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5386614496002653879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/running-for-light-in-tunnel-but-its.html' title='running for the light in the tunnel but it&apos;s just the train'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6515646310212706778</id><published>2009-09-21T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:46:22.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'd never know what's wrong without the pain</title><content type='html'>BWAAA such a boring day. There isn't even anything to blog about when I actually feel like blogging D: How pathetic is that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching whose line. again. colin is still my favourite, but wayne is a close second hehe. chip is pretty good too. Yeah.. still nothing to blog about. School tomorrow, got most of the work done, happyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM PHOTOSPAM~! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;font size="2px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I love that kid. I would do anything for him. I would kill for him, literally." - Kristen Stewart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 370px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/3-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 370px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, sorry, I will stop the taylor/kristen photos, heh. BUT LOOK AT HOW CUTE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6515646310212706778?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6515646310212706778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/wed-never-know-whats-wrong-without-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6515646310212706778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6515646310212706778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/wed-never-know-whats-wrong-without-pain.html' title='we&apos;d never know what&apos;s wrong without the pain'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7027816714108473260</id><published>2009-09-20T20:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:34:46.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a corner wating for a light to come on</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: Cold Desert - Kings of Leon&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee, my mummy rented the Hannah Montana Movie. Oh gosh, I lerf lucas till. His smile is too adorable. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still feel fat and my parents still keep feeding me ): Nothing much today, church-ed which was awesomezxz. And then lunched at waterloo street! Haha, reminds me of abba and stupid dance moves. Then finished up studying for history! Woohoo. Happyyyy, for the most part :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/Lucas-Till-lucas-till-5569627-376-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, layout change! The header up there will probably change whenever I feel like it. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7027816714108473260?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7027816714108473260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-on-corner-wating-for-light-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7027816714108473260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7027816714108473260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-on-corner-wating-for-light-to-come.html' title='I&apos;m on a corner wating for a light to come on'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1335638197548887314</id><published>2009-09-19T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:14:37.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause all we know is falling, it falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Watching: The 3D Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl - Channel 5&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't judge me. There's nothing else on TV, well, besides Princess Protection Programme but I've watched it already. And I'd rather see Taylor even if he's puny with an impossibly high, unbroken voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm oh well, he's still cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, tuition and tuition. I feel really fat, my mum force fed me apple strudel bwaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless, I'm quite happy because I studied quite a bit today, and completed all the school homework. Yayyerss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want an iTouch, getting pissed of with Jacob (my iPod). He's being such a diva and turning off randomly even if I don't touch it gaargh. And there's this big distracting black mark on the screen for some reason. I think when I brought it on the plane, the high pressure did something to the screeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwa. Now I need to think of names for my new iPod. Jacob 2.0 (like, Jacob two point oh). Hehe. Any suggestions? Leave them over thereeee &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OMG LOOK AT THE CUTENESS! -gawks- ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/0003wtqb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 250px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/0003tg4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 350px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/0003zf36.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 250px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/0003x0fy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 250px; padding: 2px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/00040q7p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1335638197548887314?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1335638197548887314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-all-we-know-is-falling-it-falls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1335638197548887314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1335638197548887314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-all-we-know-is-falling-it-falls.html' title='Cause all we know is falling, it falls'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6931609946900809566</id><published>2009-09-17T22:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:38:06.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll still say you shine brighter than anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;headphones&gt;Listening to: Brighter - Paramore&lt;/headphones&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just posting so people know I'm alive. Feeling pretty beaten these few days, not really in the mood for any lengthy updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, nothing of particular interest has happened. School started. I started reading private and I'm in ♥ with Josh Hollis even though he's a total maniac. I still can't decide on what monologue to do for English oral, bwaa. And yeah that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH mummy and daddy just got back from hongkong and with them came pretty clooooothes! Yeah, it was the highlight of my day man. Because thursday's are totally no no fun at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6931609946900809566?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6931609946900809566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-still-say-you-shine-brighter-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6931609946900809566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6931609946900809566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-still-say-you-shine-brighter-than.html' title='i&apos;ll still say you shine brighter than anyone'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3498597687958178972</id><published>2009-09-13T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:11:13.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Your blood, it's Your blood that has claimed me</title><content type='html'>I love how it doesn't matter what crap has happened recently, how screwed up it's all been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that regardless of everything, the minute I step into His presence there is just this cleansing and this warmth that floods everything else. The world disappears and it's just Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how He manages to speak to me in every situation, with the perfect message, with the perfect resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how my troubles evaporate and all the hatred, insecurity and fear dissipates in His embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how He understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how He &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3498597687958178972?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3498597687958178972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-your-blood-its-your-blood-that-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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out of being small-minded?</title><content type='html'>hmmm tiring days and restless nights haha. haven't been able to sleep well for the past three days, draining the life out of me. siggh, and choir's been pretty tough. homework's been a downer and there really isn't much to look forward to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much lately, holidays are pretty dull most of the time gaaargh. yeah, i'm emo-ing, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally &lt;i&gt;screw you all&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;☺&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you, do you really enjoy living a life that’s so hateful&lt;br /&gt;cause there’s a hole where your soul should be&lt;br /&gt;you’re losing control of it&lt;br /&gt;and it’s really distasteful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5400765835234765134?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5400765835234765134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-get-little-kick-out-of-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5400765835234765134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5400765835234765134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-get-little-kick-out-of-being.html' title='do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8498376412436364063</id><published>2009-09-07T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:25:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat</title><content type='html'>today, i woke up to cold milo(bleh) and soggy egg-mayo sandwiches for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i was going to start on chinese but realised i had no gaozhi, went to thomson plaza to buy gao zhi where i (literally) nearly passed out because of lack of food, or low blood pressure or low blood sugar or something like that (it was horrible, cold and shivering in the toilet for half an hour alone). but at least i got the gaozhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i slept for about an hour and had cold porridge for lunch because i was afraid i'd puke if i had anything more tasty. i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my new gaozhi i spent like, 2 hours on the gong han. nicely written out and perfectly stapled. and then. oh horror, i find out we were supposed to EMAIL it to her, which is now impossible since i have no scanner. so basically, i kind of wasted 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i slacked in bed and oh look, the tuition teacher is here. tuition for 2 hours and then dinner. which was much tastier because i established the fact that i was feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so all in all. it's been a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, i will declare my love for sparknotes today :D the main reason, is this: &lt;a href="http://community.sparknotes.com/index.php/2009/07/16/blogging-twilight-index-page"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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beat'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3901435767411619759</id><published>2009-09-06T09:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:03:04.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember summer when we all had second chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy 14th birthday to esther yesterday:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, that's it. stuff's been pretty boring even though technically the holidays have begun D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Much Do You Cost?&lt;br /&gt;After doing this, repost as I cost $4450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tag at least 10 friends!&lt;/s&gt; Tag yourselvess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair Color:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Brown - $100&lt;br /&gt;[] Blonde - $50&lt;br /&gt;[] Black - $15&lt;br /&gt;[] Bald - $5&lt;br /&gt;[] Other-$75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Brown - $50&lt;br /&gt;[] Green - $75&lt;br /&gt;[] Blue $150&lt;br /&gt;[] Hazel $100&lt;br /&gt;[] Other - $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Over 7′ - $200&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 6′8″ to 7′ - $175&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 6′0″ to 6′7″ - $150&lt;br /&gt;[ ]5′5″ to 5′11″ - $75&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 5′4″ to 5′10″ - $85&lt;br /&gt;[x] Below 5'4" - $0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 50 to 56 - $175&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 46 to 50 - $150&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 41 to 45 - $125&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 31 to 40 - $100&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 26 to 30 - $75&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 21 to 25 - $50&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 19 to 20 - $25&lt;br /&gt;[x] 0 to 18 - $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $ 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Order:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Twins or more than twins - $750&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Second Born - $150&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Middle Child - $100&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Last Born - $100&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Third Born - $550&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fourth Born - $300&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fifth Born - $400&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Si th Born -$215&lt;br /&gt;[x] First Born - $ 500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $750&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink?&lt;br /&gt;[x] I did like once or twice - $400&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Only Holidays - $250&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes - $215&lt;br /&gt;[ ] YES - $200&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Only weekends - $300&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Every other day - $50&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Once a day - $15&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I live from the bottle - $Bankrupt$ (Back to $0)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] No - $600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $1150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Perfect vision $400&lt;br /&gt;[x] Need or have glasses/ contacts but dont wear them $200&lt;br /&gt;[ ] No correction $100&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Glasses $50&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Contacts $25&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Surgical correction -$100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $1550&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 13+ - $300&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 12 and a half to 13 - $250&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 11 to 12 - $400&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 7 to 10 - $500&lt;br /&gt;[x] Under 7- $450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: $1950&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Colors (four):&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Green-$750&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Red - $600&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black - $100&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Yellow -$475&lt;br /&gt;[x] Brown - $300&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Purple - $225&lt;br /&gt;[x] White - $400&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Aqua - $350&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Orange - $300&lt;br /&gt;[x] Blue - $300&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink - $100&lt;br /&gt;[x] Others - $500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: $3450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you use a calculator to add it all up?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Yes - $0&lt;br /&gt;[x]Nope - add $1000&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Some- $750&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: $4450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwooar. everytime i watch &lt;i&gt;you belong with me&lt;/i&gt; i sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BACKGROUND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3901435767411619759?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3901435767411619759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-summer-when-we-all-had-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3901435767411619759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3901435767411619759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-summer-when-we-all-had-second.html' title='remember summer when we all had second chances'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5206097703904293446</id><published>2009-09-02T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:20:50.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We pulled too many false alarms</title><content type='html'>I hereby proclaim john mayer is my musical idol. I love him, woah, he's amazing. The emotions are so pure and like, raw and exposed. And then his guitar is like, hoho, indescribable. it's pure pure pure wonderfulness ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I was the one you always dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I tried to draw.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you say it's nothing to me?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're the only light I ever saw."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/john_mayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5206097703904293446?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5206097703904293446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-pulled-too-many-false-alarms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5206097703904293446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5206097703904293446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-pulled-too-many-false-alarms.html' title='We pulled too many false alarms'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-47026684672162812</id><published>2009-09-01T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:52:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow everything's gonna fall right into place</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/32-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 180px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/35-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha actually, there isn't much to OMFG HOLY CRAP! about today. it was pretty sedate. went for &lt;i&gt;The Proposal&lt;/i&gt; round 2 (yes, its my second time watching it) in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that my brother practically dragged us to this yo yo shop and seriously there was at least 20 people waiting outside for it to open, crazy boys. i bet you they're all from acs, they &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; look like it. anyway, while waiting as my mum and brother braved the huge crowd of people in the store, my daddy and i watched this emo guy yo-yoing in a corner haha. he's really pro. and eventually this crowd gathered around him which is, woah freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thaat, lunched at kenny rogers and then went home to brush my teeth for the dental appointment hehe. after dental walked around tangs with mummy because she's a citybank member and they were having this exclusive storewide sale. seriously, there was a bouncer at the door checking your card and everything. anyway, saw this really cool grey-blue nail polish. but no stock, boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, then learning lab. sarah had her crutches! poor dear, pray she heals fast haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-47026684672162812?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/47026684672162812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/somehow-everythings-gonna-fall-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/47026684672162812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/47026684672162812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/somehow-everythings-gonna-fall-right.html' title='somehow everything&apos;s gonna fall right into place'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3372436328064118732</id><published>2009-08-31T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:22:04.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you, it was just an easy answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy teachers daay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrations in school were pretty funny. dressed up as what was SUPPOSED to be something like a ring leader... but it turns out it looked more like a busker (who lost her guitar) or jason mraz O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm cool right. hehe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, had chapel in the hall and then the concerrt. which by the way sucks when you can hardly see anything on the stage let alone participate in any activities meant for audience involvement. why? because we're in the freaking gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, after that slim, swong and shan ATTEMPTED to give their teachers day presents. it was chaos. probably the entire school was there are at some point. so gross and sweaty and i was in the hottest thing possible, seriously. zomg, jeans and like, elbow length shirt with a VEST! a thick one. bleeeh. oh well. after they stuffed their presets into the respective pigeon holes we went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed into shorts and camwhored for abit. then we left to take a cab to sloos house! we planned a surprise visit for her to give her her "i-fractured-my-ankle-and-i-can't-get-off-my-ass-to-do-anything" care package. lol, we called her in the cab to make sure she'd be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out, she was preparing to go out HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellll, she was going to go see her primary school friends so we scrapped the plans hahah. went to orchard instead. lunched and caught &lt;i&gt;bandslam&lt;/i&gt; which was... quite mediocre honestly. vanessa hudgens will forever be gabriella montez to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, then we couldn't figure out what to do with the rest of our time, so just headed home haha. oh well, quite fun anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we've got nothing but time on our haaaaaands~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3372436328064118732?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3372436328064118732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/loving-you-it-was-just-easy-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3372436328064118732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3372436328064118732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/loving-you-it-was-just-easy-answer.html' title='loving you, it was just an easy answer'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-794706349202576380</id><published>2009-08-27T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:22:14.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell</title><content type='html'>riggght okay. today was the most boring ever, gaaah. certain marks given by &lt;i&gt;certain&lt;/i&gt; teachers are very very pissing grr. i really thought i'd do better in lit ): pretty disappointed. for geography too, sigh. oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remember to do the chinese yi lun wen gaah. i have this nagging feeling that i'm going to forget to do it because i seriously have NO NO time and like, gaaah. sniff. choir sec 4 farewell tomorrow yaaay. gonna be fun. and then saturday got my tuitions ): it's probably the only day where i have time. and then cell outing on sunday. east coast paaaark. third time i'm going there this 2 months. which is crazzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;jamie oliver is opening a restaurant here!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so exciting! can't wait, omg, i love him hehee. im hungry for some food right now but it's nearly  9 D: fat fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i'm not so sure anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-794706349202576380?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/794706349202576380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-forgiveness-is-right-where-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/794706349202576380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/794706349202576380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-forgiveness-is-right-where-you.html' title='Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5174071743613107462</id><published>2009-08-25T11:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:32:09.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="line-height: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="25pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAKE MY&lt;br /&gt;SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=tje7nblew3p88vopopq_2fXQ_3d_3d"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5174071743613107462?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5174071743613107462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-my-survey-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5174071743613107462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5174071743613107462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-my-survey-here.html' title=''/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8096099572131303106</id><published>2009-08-21T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:51:33.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd go hungry, i'd go black and blue</title><content type='html'>hey, sorry haven't posted in a while. like, 3 days. haven't really felt like blogging much lately. hmm, i feel so moody and pms-ey, it's impeccable. there's like so much to do, so much going on and i don't know how to handle it. someone needs to cheer me up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just came back from sungei buloh + NUS biodiversity field trip like, and hour ago. pretty fun. the trek through the mangrove was really cool, get to see all the things up close. and oh my goodness the otters! they are sooooo amazing. weehee, photos up on facebook once i feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thenn, had the gallery tour which just made my day so miserable. i hate all the dead stuffed animals that used to be alive but now they're not. like, gosh, they look so gross and fake and i can't imagine them once being alive and having blood running through them. goodness gracious, i nearly cried. and there was a freaking dead otter, hanging in the display. gosh, i am never ever ever going to work in a place like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, to make myself feel better i'm listening to kris allen. his voice is just asfjhasdfkjhasfd good. &lt;i&gt;i could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love&lt;/i&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8096099572131303106?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8096099572131303106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/id-go-hungry-id-go-black-and-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8096099572131303106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8096099572131303106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/id-go-hungry-id-go-black-and-blue.html' title='i&apos;d go hungry, i&apos;d go black and blue'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8180411263215864845</id><published>2009-08-18T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:24:14.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes my hero, he's ordinary</title><content type='html'>Happy for history and math results haha. Not much happening really, we started watching West Side story in music! Which is tons of funn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can't really remember whats been happening, getting old D: hmm, i feel like these few days right, i haven't really been having a very good hold on things. like, everything is going on i have i no idea what's happening at all. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, pms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah, im in love with black and white photos. they are so cinematic and really dramatic but in many ways so simple and pretty. hehe, im such a art freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="20px"&gt;✌&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8180411263215864845?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8180411263215864845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-goes-my-hero-hes-ordinary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8180411263215864845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8180411263215864845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-goes-my-hero-hes-ordinary.html' title='there goes my hero, he&apos;s ordinary'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-892655561135380375</id><published>2009-08-15T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:14:57.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but you'll find me anywhere i feel</title><content type='html'>My type of guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, honestly, he needs to be better than average :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, smart enough to hold a intellectual conversation with occasionally, smart enough to understand what I mean without me over-explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;Same age to four years older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Taller. If I stayed my height now (160cm) then he'd need to be at least.. 165, maybe even 170.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. Hehehe, who wants to be in a dead-serious-emo-sombre-cry-cry-sob relationship? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not on a guy D: I MIGHT MIGHT be able to accept like, ear piercings, but he'd have to not wear any earrings around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely. I think this might be the most important one of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, maybe occasionally :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;In between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;Asian. Hehe, ni hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;Long-ish I guess, I don't really like those kind of shaven-NS-crewcut types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;For what? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah. Well, he just can't stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;No no, double no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Leisure drinks sure. Not like, stumbling and fumbling drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, that'd be a bonus. Mwoaar, but not too muscle-y and gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;Haha sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm, to serenade me and to learn from :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;Nope nope. A bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings well?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah sure :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, so long as he doesn't carry a mirror around or camwhore too much. Or like, constantly fiddling with his hair and face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Depends if he looks cute in it or not. If not then I'd get him some contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... sure, if he really needs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;Haha ideally he'd be pretty charismatic. But shy, I don't mind too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Good boy, heh, or my parents won't approve. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;In between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. whatever he looks good in. (see muscular question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;Singer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in a love at first sight sort of thing. And I'd love it if every time I see him I can't help but swoon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. That's wiggidity whack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;See piercings question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, no way. That'd be a total downer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, doesn't matter either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe occasionally. So he can appreciate the books I read with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;-giggle- definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, so it doesn't get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;With me? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. nah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;When it's appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, that'd be really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe just apt at art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Christian. Otherwise I don't think I'd be able to get into anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;No geeks or freaks for me. He can like them a normal amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;That'd be waay cool, but he doesn't have to. Maybe just be cultured enough to travel the world with me and have the proper etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they the same thing mostly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser&lt;br /&gt;Yees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loves children?&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I hope mine aren't as scary as sarahwongs xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-892655561135380375?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/892655561135380375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-youll-find-me-anywhere-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/892655561135380375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/892655561135380375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-youll-find-me-anywhere-i-feel.html' title='but you&apos;ll find me anywhere i feel'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5134441149255275150</id><published>2009-08-14T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:00:08.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you pull me down underneath</title><content type='html'>lit is overr! seriously i think it was one of the funnest tests i've ever taken haha. there as so much to talk about! and i was writing down so much and i spent waaaay too much time on the first question and then the second question ended up being really alot less than the first, bleh. haha but oh well, quite confident, hope everyone does well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; chinese next. sigh, that day is going to be torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much todaay. we finished watching Annie in music! Haha Tanya and Esther went crazy over-dramatising all their reactions to the musical. Like when Annie is rescued at the end right, they stood up and started clapping and screaming HAHA. Like, whaaaat? Sorry esther and tanya (i doubt they read this though) you guys are awesome, but that was &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;HAHA WHOSE LINE RE-OBSESSION!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"With a wig, you remind me of Julia..." - Colin M.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, it's too funny I can't help but laughing really embarrassingly loud when I watch it. Heh, super super super funny. Go watch it. Oh, and another thing to do, go see &lt;a href="http://www.sarahpeachfruitloo-p.blogspot.com"&gt;The Epic Guide To Jacob Black&lt;/a&gt; (haha yes I made that name up) on Sarah Loo's blog. Mwoooar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5134441149255275150?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5134441149255275150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-pull-me-down-underneath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5134441149255275150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5134441149255275150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-pull-me-down-underneath.html' title='you pull me down underneath'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2653340890176961948</id><published>2009-08-13T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:56:59.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're drowning me with talk of four leaf clovers</title><content type='html'>I JUST REALISED that my last post was my &lt;font size="4"&gt;one hundredth&lt;/font&gt; post on this blog! so cool, i didn't even notice it until just now hahaha. aw well, i would do something special (like swongs 100 things that have happened since i've had this blog) but that takes way waaay too much time and i honestly can't remember that far back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway. math and history gone today! quite confident to these papers haha, fun fun. literature tomorrow, so that should be &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt;. hahaha. all the best to all having exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and and. i made a new emo/graphics/possibly a writing-ranting blog. haha, the link is in my profile (underlined word) and you can also &lt;a href="http://www.stoweddaway.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be forewarned, it's not cheery at all &lt;font size="3"&gt;☂&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2653340890176961948?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2653340890176961948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8835316219701583929</id><published>2009-08-12T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:32:59.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so strong without these open arms</title><content type='html'>geography and english test over dudes. yeah, it wasn't too bad, but i definitely think i could have done better sigh. i always get overconfident at these things and then my ego comes and bites me in the ass D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not much today. i typed out chapter 7 notes for history haha, and i spent so much time fiddling with the arrows and the boxes in the flowchart, my mum thought i was studying REALLY hard so i was like, staring so intently at the screen (when really i was trying to position the arrows properly) so she was beaming at me over the dinner table. haha, oh well, i did spend quite a lot of time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwuahah i finally got my earrings out omg. stupid things with the annoying grooves on the needle-y thing. my maid had to yank at it for like, ageeeeees and it hurt D: oh well. btw, im obsessed with that song nick jonas sang on JONAS, woah. it's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you, you're like driving on a sunday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8835316219701583929?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8835316219701583929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-so-strong-without-these-open-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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size="5"&gt;oh my bibimbap guess what&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i just had chicken rice for dinner. hehe. did i get you? hahah, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just remembered this wonderful wonderful quote from the song Friends For Lovers - Brighten. it goes &lt;i&gt;"just do what your music tells you to"&lt;/i&gt; and woah, it's so awesome i can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty boring day. haha oh oh, time to mention the new teacher we got for IT, oh my goodness she has got to be one of the slowest speakers i've ever heard. "ohkay.. girls... now... i'm am going... to type... j-e-l-l-y-f-i-s-h... jellyfish... can you see what im pointing at?" "yes...". bah, okay, it's not as funny typed out, you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so craving a kinder egg right now, gaaah. feel fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6993206683007378114?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6993206683007378114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-answer-and-were-going-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6993206683007378114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6993206683007378114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-answer-and-were-going-nowhere.html' title='we are the answer and we&apos;re going nowhere'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-544236093277835249</id><published>2009-08-10T14:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:10:34.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish the rumbling would shake me till i'm still</title><content type='html'>hehe today is such a fresh day. seriously, i woke up in the morning and it had rained in the night so like, everything was clear and cool and crisp. and then the sun just like, broke through the clouds and woah... haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, but seriously. it's been drizzling ever since so everything is like, perpetually cool, as in it's not hot and humid. which is so awesome. woohoo, love singapore weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaay, i just realised i haven't replied any tags since who knows when, so like, if you really want an answer to anything that you've tagged there, please ask me on msn yeah? haha. toodlesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SNIP SNIP! ✄✄✄&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-544236093277835249?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/544236093277835249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-rumbling-would-shake-me-till-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/544236093277835249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/544236093277835249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-rumbling-would-shake-me-till-im.html' title='i wish the rumbling would shake me till i&apos;m still'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3302243712936698110</id><published>2009-08-09T10:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:23:17.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this place is paradise i'm sure</title><content type='html'>In an effort to make this blog less &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt; (haha yeah, i'm pretty tired of people thinking i'm a moody, depressed kid) I have changed the background. Hehe, and yeah, i probably won't post all those photos anymore. maybe once in a while? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;anyway, update later, church soon. yay, bgr forum. *sarcasm*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay, had the bgr forum. quite informative. i felt so stupid at first cos i went to church in my bright red cardigan and white tank and like, SO FEW PEOPLE WERE ACTUALLY IN RED and i was like, omg screw it. but then yeah, got over it because i look normal anyway haha. i was so looking forward to wearing my new zara top though D: but it's grey. so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should make our flag grey and white. OOOOHHH Singapore Flag Emo Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so anywaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parade was quite cool, i heart electrico. a bit bummed nathan hartono didn't perform though haha, was kind of a long shot that he would perform 2 years in a row, but still, to quote electrico, &lt;i&gt;"the sky's the only limit when you're not afraid to dream"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and singapore idol after that. ahveel lahvin, omg. these people amaze me. how can they even think of auditioning like that? it's comepletely completely idiotic. like seriously. who goes to an audition for a very respected singing competition dressed up like some guy from sting mixed with a manga demon on drugs?! THAT GUY MADE A LITTLE BOY CRY OKAY. Euurgh. Well, at least they didn't let him through. Haha, I love Ken Lim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3302243712936698110?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3302243712936698110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-place-is-paradise-im-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3302243712936698110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3302243712936698110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-place-is-paradise-im-sure.html' title='this place is paradise i&apos;m sure'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-38033873546042375</id><published>2009-08-07T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:03:04.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look around at these faces they shine brightly in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/l82.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-38033873546042375?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/38033873546042375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-around-at-these-faces-they-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/38033873546042375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/38033873546042375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-around-at-these-faces-they-shine.html' title='look around at these faces they shine brightly in the sun'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-361343995417215418</id><published>2009-08-04T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:20:38.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his blood is like the break</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;If you want to breathe will you just let me know&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/001t9t9w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/001wq3kd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/001wdtzg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/33wqjdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-361343995417215418?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/361343995417215418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-blood-is-like-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/361343995417215418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/361343995417215418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-blood-is-like-break.html' title='his blood is like the break'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2271670208822186499</id><published>2009-08-03T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:02:26.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sound rings out like the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 100px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5300_1203298726692_1355333294_30591.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5300_1203299126702_1355333294_30591.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5300_1203296926647_1355333294_30591.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm right, I know I'm supposed to post about sarahs cell outing. Hmm, kay. Went to sarahs house first, its way pretty by the way. And then her mum drove us to east coast, where we proceeded to camwhore while we waited for the rest of them. Turns out they went to the opposite end of east coast, heh, so we rented a bike and blades and went around to wait for them. Took stupid videos at the jetty (see facebook) and then we cycled off to meet them. Yeah, then cycled around for awhile, camwhored more. I love polaroids. And yeah, eventually we got back to sarahs house. Had the dinner, yum yum, and then went to wii! Which was tons of fun. &lt;i&gt;Blacks own&lt;/i&gt;. FULLSTOP. Fun fun, sarah has a nice cell (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, so anyway. Had prefects installation today, which was bleh. Umm, got earrings from slim, a note book from nat and carrots from nell! And oh yeah, I finally cleared out those huge piles of photos I had in my hard drive. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;SARAH WONG CUT BANGS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course, we had to fix for her when we saw it, but yeah. It looks cute my dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2271670208822186499?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2271670208822186499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/sound-rings-out-like-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2271670208822186499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2271670208822186499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/sound-rings-out-like-truth.html' title='the sound rings out like the truth'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5401674213304710754</id><published>2009-08-02T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:27:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stake your claim on the morning sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/28211271897a104f2c03.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/sluttier-req9.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/stock29-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/stock34.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, and I think I might be wii-ing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, sarahs cell outing post coming soon. watch this space.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5401674213304710754?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5401674213304710754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/stake-your-claim-on-morning-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5401674213304710754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5401674213304710754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/stake-your-claim-on-morning-sun.html' title='stake your claim on the morning sun'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7840021769516932955</id><published>2009-07-31T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:49:37.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i would like you to dance, take a cha-cha-cha-chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Yes we're going to a party party&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/028.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, I think God gave me the best friends in the world. Really, I can't thank ALL OF YOU enough for being so sweet and awesome and encouraging. And seriously, even though there wasn't any big party-event-hoohah then went on, it's been one of the best birthdays ever. And that's only because I realised what wonderful people all my friends are, all of them. And (I hope) it's all so sincere and genuine and seriously when I got home and opened my presents, I got the biggest hugest smile on my face and I think I might have almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther, thank you soooo much. It means a lot to me that you gave me a present, really :D And yeah, I've never seen double-chocolate Hello Panda either, so the present was awesome! &lt;i&gt;I will cherish every bite I take&lt;/i&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen and Keisha. Your present WAS SUPER AWESOME! Like, oh my goodness, it totally made my day. When I was in choir, and like, I was super exhausted, and then I thought of &lt;i&gt;that wonderful photo&lt;/i&gt; and I was like :D:D:D hahaha, but seriously. Keisha, you should have told me to open it with an audience, then everybody would have seen my reaction. Woah, I love it. AND AND the pencilbox/pouch and notebook are possibly some of the gorgeousest things I've ever seen in my life. LOVE YA ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shantellee! Thanks so much for the gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS earrings. It will be one of the 2 earrings that are going to be the start of my new earring collection. Love you loads loads loads loads and I can't wait to be on stage, receiving our certificates together when we turn 16 muaaaaaaaackzxzxzx ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY PRETTY ALICIA! I loved your present, seriously, it was the last one I opened right, and I was like AWWWWW and I nearly teared. I love all loads loads loads, I can't even say. THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SPECIAL TOO! And please, cut your hair. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting Yan! Thanks for the wonderful card, it was really inspirational. Can't thank you enough for always being to understanding and supportive. LOVE YOU MANY MANY! :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALISON MY DEAR! I love breadou too, and it's so cute and thanks soooo much! You're awesome and sweet and you shouldn't worry so much, really. Cherish your life like I cherish you, and everything will be awesome :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the people who wished me happy birthday, THANK YOU ALL! maria, keisha, matthew woo, cheryl tan, tingyan, alicia, elizabeth hwang, jeremy, joel, tanya, esther cheah, nell, chantal, carmen, sarah wong, nathalie, sarah loo, shantelle, edwina, sarah lim, ellissa, alison wong, siying, daphne, THE CHOIR, cavell, jonathan poh, melody, russell, tiffany, justin, izabel, pearlyn, joshua ang, michelle muk, jolyn, genevieve tan, beatrice, sarah tan, rebecca, colin, violette, matthew tjoeng, rey and everyone else who I may have forgotten (very very sorry). I LOVE YOU ALL! And thanks for making this birthday so awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell you how happy I was that people were so plain awesome, and like. Gosh, I love all you guys. All those who said they forgot to bring the present or whatever, it really doesn't matter because the fact that all you guys bothered to get me something is just really awesome already, really. I know all this sounds so cheesy and fake, but seriosuly I MEAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everybody so much, and my family, and God and everything that has to do with this birthday. It was really really special and I mean it. Thanks to everyone. &lt;b&gt;You make life liveable.&lt;/b&gt; ☀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7840021769516932955?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7840021769516932955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-like-you-to-dance-take-cha-cha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7840021769516932955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7840021769516932955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-like-you-to-dance-take-cha-cha.html' title='i would like you to dance, take a cha-cha-cha-chance'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-417854620186261436</id><published>2009-07-30T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:54:56.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/005-2.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/009.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/626ADEQUATES8.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/l53.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Can I tell you how much I love all my friends?&lt;br /&gt;Srsly, you guys rock beyond measure ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-417854620186261436?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/417854620186261436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-want-airwaves-back-we-want-airwaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/417854620186261436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/417854620186261436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-want-airwaves-back-we-want-airwaves.html' title='we want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-9172694221514172589</id><published>2009-07-29T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:01:08.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is walking on clouds and falling in between crowds</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;What would it be to try not to try?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/021.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/l39.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/035.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there's like this big massive portion of my hard-drive taken up by photographs from the net and stuff. And seriously, I probably have over 500, maybe nearly a thousand photos, most of which I &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; don't like anymore because my preferences for this kind of thing are pretty different everyday. And I really want to like, clear everything out, because I'm like that, but I'm too freaking lazy to like, go through every single photo, looking at it and deciding whether I want to delete it or not. I might do it if I had a lot of time, but sadly I don't. So oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel majorly accomplished today because I actually managed to complete and substantial amount of homework! So happy. And after this I'm going to go do research for SS because my spurt of guai hasn't worn off yet. Umm yeah, choir practice today was really good! Well, the second half of it anyway haha. The first half was just drowsy. But oh well, good job guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yeah, I just can't get over how amazing God is. Like, really. He is so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-9172694221514172589?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/9172694221514172589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-is-walking-on-clouds-and-falling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/9172694221514172589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/9172694221514172589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-is-walking-on-clouds-and-falling-in.html' title='she is walking on clouds and falling in between crowds'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-654293175964713651</id><published>2009-07-28T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:06:03.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pulling at your threads and breaking yourself up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2.5"&gt;Are your thoughts results of static cling?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/015-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/metroes010.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/metroes077.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/1es9yu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, mood swingy. My brain totally went haywire today. I kept thinking the up escalator was actually going down, and the down escalator was going up. And I kept drifting off during lessons and like, staring blankly. Oh my goodness, I'm becoming blur. OH MY GOODNESS I'm becoming... a &lt;i&gt;Sarah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think much happened today, except school and tuition. And tomorrow I have choir and then guitar aaaall the way at Holland Village until 7.30. Gaargh, I seriously am considering dropping guitar, only problem is how I'm going to break it to my parents. I don't know, I just don't have that interest anymore, so how am I supposed to enjoy and want to improve if I'm not interested? And actually, I probably won't drop guitar &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe just take up acoustic? I don't know, or just stick to self learning, I think that's the easiest. And it's way healthier for my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get wrinkles soon. And crap I didn't do any homework today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-654293175964713651?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/654293175964713651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/pulling-at-your-threads-and-breaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/654293175964713651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/654293175964713651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/pulling-at-your-threads-and-breaking.html' title='pulling at your threads and breaking yourself up'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8690243612105684468</id><published>2009-07-27T21:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:24:02.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is going to break me clean in two</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2.5"&gt;It's all up in the air&lt;br /&gt;And we stand still to see what comes down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/007-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/014-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/theidolhands.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, deciding on my future is like, one of the most stressful things I've ever had to think about. And I don't even need to be thinking about it now, but that makes is all the more stressful for some reason, and gah, I think from now on my blog posts won't be so long unless there is really something very interesting for me to say. Haha, we'll see how that works out for my ranting purposes. But, seriously, I feel like I might break soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8690243612105684468?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8690243612105684468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-going-to-break-me-clean-in-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8690243612105684468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8690243612105684468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-going-to-break-me-clean-in-two.html' title='this is going to break me clean in two'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2979103446763204471</id><published>2009-07-26T16:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:33:16.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we say summer holds such wonderful things</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4.5"&gt;We've got ambition like you've got restraint&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=" 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5571_108191660027_703525027_2315149.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img width=" 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5571_108191475027_703525027_2315121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img width=" 100px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/5571_108295470027_703525027_2316087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wilddays.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2979103446763204471?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2979103446763204471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-say-summer-holds-such-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2979103446763204471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2979103446763204471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-say-summer-holds-such-wonderful.html' title='we say summer holds such wonderful things'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2350468780975462079</id><published>2009-07-25T13:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:55:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wetkohl091.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wetkohl0103.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/p932.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Why Georgia - John Mayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founder's Day today. We did pretty well I guess, considering that it's our first performance without our wonderful seniors, and the bad acoustics in the hall and the dead dry microphones. Good job choir! Keep working hard yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so ended early so we went to celebrate Alicia's brithdaaaay! :D Changed out of gowns and then headed to &lt;i&gt;Udders&lt;/i&gt; for ice-cream lunch. Muahah, I think I ate to much, felt so fat after that. But it was damn fun, we went around doodling on all the blackboards and the dustbin, and camwhored like craaaazy. The people sitting at the other table were like, staring at us laughing, zomg. The photos were waaay nice, so SARAH WONG POST THEM UP NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then after that we went to sarah wongs houuuse. We wii'ed for awhile, rayman rabbits haha. And then.. changed and went downstairs. WE CANNONBALLED INTO THE POOL and we were kind of treading around for awhile, but then the security guard came. He was like "Firstly, you have to be in the proper swimming attire, secondly, you're not allowed to jump into the pool and thridly, you cannot make so much noise" and im in the pool thinking, "omg we broke 3 rules in like 10 seconds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, so we got out, dripped for awhile. then when we were taking the lift back up to sarahs apartment, there was suddenly this booming voice coming from nowhere going "hello?! hello?!" and then sarah was like "...hello?" and then it went "yes girls, sorry about just now okay? you just need to follow the rules..." yes, it was the security guard stalking us. seriously, creepiest security guard ever. so yeah, went back up and dripped somemore in the toilet and more camwhoring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennnn, we went down again and walked to &lt;i&gt;Bukit Timah Nature Reserve&lt;/i&gt;, yeah and we proceeded to trek all over the place, camwhore way a lot a lot more, but then we reached the big beautiful quarry! It's so goregous! I think it's like the prettiest place in Singapore i've seen so far. And yeah, more camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after some flying fox attempts, we headed back and wii'ed again. I showered kinda, and then Shan's dad gave me a lift to the busstop. It's was a really really awesome day, so yeah :D LOVE YOU GUYS LOAAADS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit:&lt;br /&gt;To Miss Alison Wong, stop worrying your pretty little head off. YOU'RE GONNA DO FINE! You're awesome, and I LOVE YOU, so stop being such a worry wart (muahaha, I said that in your weird accent btw, heh). Muacks&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; " src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/018388311.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so the following is my random fit of total obsession over new moon. Please watch if you want to see TOTAL CUTENESS AND AWESOMENESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0.5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can't freaking wait for new moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E! Interview:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/videos/v30507122001_2009_comic_con__stewart___lautner.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Question: Since you're hanging with Jacob, are you Team Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Kristen: -hugs taylor- Read into this!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: -laughs-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comic-Con Press Conference: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/news/articles/1616854/20090723/story.jhtml"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taylor: My original favourite scene was just really small, I thought it was kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;Rob: What was it?&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: It was the scene where I walk her to her door and say good bye to her before I go into the woods to fight, and yeah, she's worried for me...&lt;br /&gt;Rob: Aww...&lt;br /&gt;All: -laugh-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I've got a smile on me but it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2350468780975462079?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2350468780975462079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-kind-of-morning-that-lasts-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2350468780975462079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2350468780975462079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-kind-of-morning-that-lasts-all.html' title='in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6446998215090685782</id><published>2009-07-22T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:50:32.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a room full of people hanging on one person's breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wetkohl006.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/metroes015.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/metroes036.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Green and Grey - Nickek Creek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I hate being moody. It seriously sucks all the life out of me. Like those scary black ghosty things from Harry Potter. Demetours? Hmm, not sure how you spell it. But all I know is that they suck your happy memories out of you until you become all pale and sickly. Siggggh, mood swings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I find it really funny how some people pms on their blogs haha. Or like, you can tell someone is pmsing just through msn convos. Isn't it weird? And my mum says all I do everyday is talk to a robot. Pshh, well THIS robot pmses, so ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, okay, I think after 9 my brain goes a bit weird, especially on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like quitting guitar again. And I get these random phases where I think I should quite guitar, and I almost do, and then I chicken out for one reason or the other, which is really bad because that just shows how indecisive I can be, and that's not good. And oh my gosh, I think with too many commas. (ha, sarah, commas are better than having no punctuation marks in your thoughts at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway, I feel like electric guitar isn't really working out for me. Im not much of a screeching guitar solo, smash up your guitar on stage kind of person. I think I would've enjoyed acoustic better, maybe classical. Maybe even just vocal lessons would have been fun. Gah I don't know, I'll give it a week or two and if I still feel like quitting, I will. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my dad thinks I should exercise more. Which is probably true, but I've been like crazy busy. And then there's this other thing where I'm too lazy to leave the house most of the time, heh. But still, I can wii fit right? Lol, don't laugh, it's really damn good, works your muscles like crazy and it makes you ache. But its daaamn good. Goood~ (heh, I'm trying to say it the Shantelle way xP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, stressed. There's homework. And it's not even that much, but I'm stressed like crazy. Aaaah, -pull out hair- God, please give me strength to make it through next week. It's my birthday. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(That was a not so subtle hint by the way, ahem)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6446998215090685782?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6446998215090685782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-room-full-of-people-hanging-on-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6446998215090685782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6446998215090685782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-room-full-of-people-hanging-on-one.html' title='in a room full of people hanging on one person&apos;s breath'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6284174933211847832</id><published>2009-07-18T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:34:52.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well i can't sleep and i'm not in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/36045337326e7a7b1f46.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/039.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/noisiesm.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Speak - Nickel Creek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter todaaaaaay. Muahaha, got free tickets to watch it along with all of my mums work people (I was going to use the word colleague but I forgot how to spell it and I have to use the dictionary to spell it there) Anyway. Yeah, HBP was goood. I think I like it the best so far, it's usually like that for Harry Potter movies, they just keep getting better. I didn't really like the first two because they were kinda... pointless. But the third was good, and the fourth, well it was &lt;i&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/i&gt; so no. Fifth was good too, and now the sixth is even better! I like the plot a lot, it's more like, intriguing and stuff. And Rupert Grint is a way good actor kays, I like him better than Daniel Radcliffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not spoil the important stuff for people, but Ginny/Harry still creeps me out. And it's way weird in the movie. No offence, but Ginny is kind of slutty there. Seriously, she's supposedly dating this other guy, Dean, and then like, whenever she and Harry are alone she keeps flirting with him! And like, wanting to kiss him! And then when they're alone is this room place, she kisses him and says "This can be our little secret too..." O.O scary kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the effects are good and TOM FELTON IS FREAKING AMAZING. He's really good in this one, like really. Oh manzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this one is waaay more like a chick flick. HAHA which is weird because it's Harry Potter, but really. There's love triangles! And yeah, the part where Hermoine cries after seeing Ron with someone is pretty sad, aww ): But yeah, the teenage romance parts are quite funny haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's this part at the end, which I have to admit is really cheesy. Even though I teared, looking back at it it's quite lame. I don't think it was in the book lol, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was long. For one movie review. Well, it is a 2 and a half hour movie. There were people everywhere falling asleep haha, I could literally hear yawns. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;And it's you and me in the sun and sea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6284174933211847832?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6284174933211847832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-cant-sleep-and-im-not-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6284174933211847832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6284174933211847832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-cant-sleep-and-im-not-in-love.html' title='well i can&apos;t sleep and i&apos;m not in love'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2621678092298097488</id><published>2009-07-16T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:36:53.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you hit the road and left me an ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/spadul-070.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/st048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/misc28.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: My Favourite Accident - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, I'm so tired right now. My limbs are like, falling asleep by themselves. I can't move my legs properly, or rather, my brain doesn't let me, so now I'm just like slumped in a really weird position trying to keep awake. I'm not sure how long this post will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test today was killer again, oh my goodness. Well, it wasn't exactly hard, but the first four questions were such dampeners because like, I didn't read through the ke wen's at all so I ended up crapping all of it, I left one blank D: And then the rest was better kind of. Then had the math tutoring after that until threeeeee.. then lunch until about 3.45 and then headed to Nell's house for the stomp! project. Haha yeah, fun fun, Nell's house is uber prettayezxzx. Wanted to do this kitcheny thing at first but then it wasn't working out so we did this living room thing. Haha, quite retarded but it's funny and really stomp-ish, so yay! Really gad we finished the video today, mwoaar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else take cough medicine when they can't sleep? Heh, I feel like it's some crazy drug addiction. Like sleeping pills, you take it every night and like, shiver and sweat when you can't have it o.o okay, it's not like that. But still, medicine really makes me super drowsy, super. Sleeeeeeep. Eee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I can't swim in the silence of your skin, please let me in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2621678092298097488?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2621678092298097488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-hit-road-and-left-me-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2621678092298097488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2621678092298097488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-hit-road-and-left-me-ocean.html' title='you hit the road and left me an ocean'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6509685411904304264</id><published>2009-07-14T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:43:23.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, and i don't have a soul to save</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: We Never Change - Coldplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, nothing very much happened today I think. Um.. yeah. Would a one line post be very inappropriate? Haha no right, whatever, it's my blog. I'm not gonna bother putting the pictures and stuff, since it's such a short post anyway. And everyone keeps complaining about relinking me and not liking my new url! Whatever dudes, it's cool and i'm cool, so bleh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah loves her Hwa Chong badge ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6509685411904304264?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6509685411904304264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-and-i-dont-have-soul-to-save.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6509685411904304264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6509685411904304264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-and-i-dont-have-soul-to-save.html' title='oh, and i don&apos;t have a soul to save'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1598464526802819972</id><published>2009-07-13T20:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:53:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can tell your eyes anything you want to - i'm not seeing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/0-029.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/25364196.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wetkohl004.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Love Me Honestly - Brighten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chapel today was good good. I think, it's one of the best I've experienced in a while, like really. In a small room like that, where an acoustic guitar is more than enough, and all you hear is voices breaking through the greyness of school, oh, it's good. And to imagine, every class was having worship like that. Or at least, other classes were having worship like that too. It's so amazing, and gah. We seriously should do that every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pretty normal day at school. Shan got a haircut, it's pretty :D Haha, it suits her a lot I think! Sarahwong, you just gotta get used to this look, whether you like it or not. Most &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; thing that happened today was the killer chinese test. zomg, I think I nearly died and I definitely pulled out some hairs. Bwaaa, how can lao shi murder us like that? Everybody is gonna fail, or at least I am. Meep. I hate laving blanks, makes me feel stupid. And then I ended up reaching home late and then had chinese tuition. Bleah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the canteen seating assignment things were complete fail. They only labelled the primary classes down, which is pretty typical of them. I'm not saying anything, but the primary school kids sure do seem like they're having way more fun a lot of the time, and not only cos they're young and have less work. Cleaner toilets. Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else. I did a lot of work today, surprisingly, and non-stop even. Like, at school I was rushing and rushing trying to finish all the work I missed out on, studying for chinese, doing the peer tutoring thing. Aaah, and then rush home and finish homework and tuition homework, and then off to tuition! Where I did like, so much comprehension stuff, it amazes me. In my head I was like "woah! why am I doing so much work?!" but then, I couldn't stop. Like, really, I just kept doing work. And then.. the phone rang. So I stopped. Heh. And it's been slack every since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just spouting crap to make the post longer lol. Um, I can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, okay, let's just end here. AAH omg, that scary cadbury-eyebrow commercial is on! OMG IT SCARES ME SO MUCH I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT. -shields eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hold your breath, little lungs&lt;br /&gt;The tide is holding us beneath&lt;br /&gt;I am the sky and you are the sea&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who colors me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1598464526802819972?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1598464526802819972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-tell-your-eyes-anything-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1598464526802819972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1598464526802819972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-tell-your-eyes-anything-you.html' title='you can tell your eyes anything you want to - i&apos;m not seeing you'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7396344278406641152</id><published>2009-07-12T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:03:33.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/spadul-061.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/spadul-074.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/spadul-c-10.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;This is a gorgeous song by the way, really really depressing and sad but really brave at the same time(: It has so many nice lines I'm having a really hard time deciding which ones to put in the post&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling in your jaw, when you've been talking for like, 5 hours straight and then your teeth feel like they're shifting and your bones are all strained and aching? No? Then you probably have never had braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally started reading &lt;i&gt;Mercy - Jodi Picoult&lt;/i&gt;. It's been sitting in my &lt;i&gt;unread-but-hopefully-will-be-read-when-the-homework-pile-isnt-so-tall&lt;/i&gt; pile for months. I bought it because the cover was pretty (oh come on, everyone does that) and because it's about a husband killing his wife because she asked him to, and that is like, so &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;. Heh, so I'm finally reading it and it's not bad, it seems heavier than The Pact, maybe because the characters are older. But oh well, suicide is suicide and murder is murder but I love both of them in books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was daring enough to wear scarves as accessories. They're uber pretty and I have plenty of outfits that would match but you know, I've never had the guts to wear the scarves out. Plus, they are so impractical when we have weather like this, and I get this paranoia that when people see me wearing it they immediately think I'm some shallow person that only cares about material things O: If someone wore with me I wouldn't mind, lol. Like my Team Jacob shirt, that was coaxed onto me because Sarah Loo promised to dress ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all the more makes me want to move to a country with temperate climite, where you aren't judged for wearing long sleeves and scarves. Hey, it's not a stupid reason to want to move there okay, I prefer the weather, and then you can bundle up in layers and layers of blankets and cloth and drink warm hot chocolate with marshmallows and not look like a total psycho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, YM@Church today was good. Worship was really refreshing, sermon was really empowering. But I really hate how on Sundays I'm so touched and energized by the spirit, and then by Monday morning, it's pretty much 70% gone. And the speakers keep telling us that that isn't way to go about life, but how do I prevent it? Really, it's pretty hard for me. I can't openly do quiet time at home, let alone have my own worship. My parents kind of have a thing against "charismatic" Christians. Gah. It's hard to hear a still small voice when everywhere outside church there are earplugs in my head, you know? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;You are calm and reposed.&lt;br /&gt;Let your beauty unfold&lt;br /&gt;Pale white, like the skin&lt;br /&gt;Stretched over your bones&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7396344278406641152?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7396344278406641152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-it-makes-you-less-sad-well-stat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7396344278406641152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7396344278406641152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-it-makes-you-less-sad-well-stat.html' title='if it makes you less sad, we&apos;ll start talking again'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7539490008908194219</id><published>2009-07-11T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:10:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we wore his love like a hand in a glove</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/try-5.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/2q8ojk0.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/28a0ep.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Great DJ - The Ting Tings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel cold and fat! Which I think are the two worst feelings in the world.. maybe besides drowning. If you drown, you'd probably feel that kind of helpless, choking, imprisoned feeling that you know, must be horrible. Unless you're suicidal. But I'm not very sure if your body would let you drown yourself if a person tried. Like, it would naturally float up and prevent you from drowning. Hm, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway, I froze for half of the day because the dentist and my chinese tuition and science tuition ALL decided to gang up against me and blast the aircon, so now my nose is running and I'm sniffling. Even though the fan is turned down, the window is closed, the aircon isn't on and I'm under the quilt and wrapped in Sarah's cambodia scarf. Yeah, still sniffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REFUSE TO BE SICK OKAY. I'm not sick. 36.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel fat because I gained back all my lost sick weight and it sucks. It's not fair sick weight never lasts BUT weight you gain when you go overseas and eats lots never ever goes away. The world is cruel D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway, Saturdays are blurry days. Because they're hectic and lazy at the same time and I never know where to put my head, hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel even more fat because like, I feel like going to sleep and it's only 10. And yeah, doesn't seem like a good reason to feel fat, but I do because it's early and dinner isn't fully digested so if I sleep now the food just stays undigested in my stomach and turns into fat! Eek, must not sleep. Must not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I will help you read those books&lt;br /&gt;If you help soothe these worried looks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7539490008908194219?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7539490008908194219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-wore-his-love-like-hand-in-glove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7539490008908194219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7539490008908194219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-wore-his-love-like-hand-in-glove.html' title='we wore his love like a hand in a glove'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5848086409818546323</id><published>2009-07-10T22:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:08:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will sleep another day, i don't really need to anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wetkohl034.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wetkohl051.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wetkohl011.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: All Hail The Heartbreaker - The Spill Canvas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so "first day" (again) of school was pretty cool. I was sweating like crazy because of the stupid fever medicine eyaar. Yupp, high-ed as usual, I think school is a lot more for crapping during free time then like, studying. Or at least, that's how it is right now, which is kind of sad, because the holidays just ended and we should &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to refill our brains with tons and tons and tons of knowledge, right?! Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then GEL was by far the most amusing one we've ever had. Firstly, they made us separate our groups in class so now we're sitting in exam position again D: And seriously, I'm betting this is just a conspiracy to have us in CONSTANT STRESS/FEAR by making us sit in those tense positions and like, all facing front staring at the board. I don't know, I always find exam positions really, unfriendly and military looking. Makes me feel like robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we went to the hall after that, we had to sit in whole new different positions and in register order. AND NOT ONLY THAT, we were spaced &lt;i&gt;one chair apart&lt;/i&gt; to ensure that everybody is at least 1 meter away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the chair is so huge it's 1 meter wide because apparently there's a person who's ass is SO HUGE they need a 1 meter wide chair. Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shantelle and Sarah Loo still not back in school. We miss you dears! Without you we're only ASSY D: And that isn't good, because being asses isn't really a good thing, ya know. SASSYS is way betterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Loo gets to miss the chinese test RETEST. Bleh, well, not retest, the make up day for those who were sick and missed it the first time. I was so sure we wouldn't have to take it at all, and then here comes the make up day! Aaaaah, hate studying for chinese tests, sucks lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5848086409818546323?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5848086409818546323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-sleep-another-day-i-dont-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5848086409818546323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5848086409818546323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-sleep-another-day-i-dont-really.html' title='i will sleep another day, i don&apos;t really need to anyway'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3215221844023483372</id><published>2009-07-09T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:10:54.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/261koia.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Why Does It Always Rain On Me - Travis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, you're sexier than socks on a rooster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Okay, Sarah likes to search for random things on the internet, and today it was pickup lines, so yeah. Very, fruitful attempt must add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heading back to school tomorrow. This H1N1 thing is driving me nuts, too many people sick and not going to school regularly, sucks lah. And then there's all this e-learning crap and yikes, it sucks. And apparently schools been a blast and I've been missing it! D: Sarahwong got a boyfriend, and NAT IS FIGHTING FOR HIM! Like seriously, and he's a hwachong debator, ooh, scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, and again, pills make me sick. Haha, wow, look at all the irony in that sentence. I nearly gagged after I took them this morning. skdhfkhsadf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH and since I've been spending so much time at home fbts are basically all I wear, so like, I just realised. I totally have freaking &lt;i&gt;stretch marks&lt;/i&gt; on my thighs O.O woaaah. I know right? Heh, but that just means I lost weight. Haha wow, Shan is right, &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; is such an unglam word to say. You either sound like some dumbo angmoh bimbo wanna be or really singaporean-ish. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just got a five thousand dollar cheque, heh. Booyaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3217539427822266567&amp;amp;postID=3215221844023483372"&gt;(Sunny days, where have you gone? I get the strangest feeling you belong. Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Why does it always rain on me? Even when the sun is shining, I can't avoid the lightning)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3215221844023483372?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3215221844023483372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-seeing-tunnel-at-end-of-all-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3215221844023483372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3215221844023483372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-seeing-tunnel-at-end-of-all-these.html' title='I&apos;m seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4871095377258752004</id><published>2009-07-08T21:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:38:08.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as i sit here in this dark room, all i seem to feel is light, i see colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/qq1hmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Afterglow - Vanessa Carlton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's probably pms.&lt;/i&gt; hm, it's always pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate medicine. And everyone I say this to, tells me that pills are better than syrups, but I really really beg to differ. Pills are like, hard and big and plastic, and I feel it going down my throat and like, churning around in my stomach. Yuck, seriously, it makes me kind of nauseous when I eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just gets more boring everyday. Seven day mc, nothing to do at home, what do I resort to? Re-watching friends for probably the 10th time. HAHA really, I'm not saying it's any less hilarious, but it's kinda of pathetic don't you think, watching all 10 seasons for the tenth time? Aw well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I can still feel the tablets inside of me, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, short post I think, I want to get back to my book. Sylvia Plath + depression + pretty cover. Ooh la la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Watch the sun it paints an orange sky. Lay me down and feel the days gone by. Just when the days start getting longer, I walk the streets I never knew. The sun comes out for you.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4871095377258752004?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4871095377258752004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-sit-here-in-this-dark-room-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4871095377258752004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4871095377258752004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-sit-here-in-this-dark-room-all-i.html' title='as i sit here in this dark room, all i seem to feel is light, i see colour'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-451762885002321665</id><published>2009-07-06T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:37:33.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collect the love that i've been given, build a nest for us to sleep in</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/003-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: All My Stars Aligned - St. Vincent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat, bleh. I need to go shopping noooow, and I keep saying that because well, there's no such thing as too many clothes is there? But it's just too fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, anyway, there's not too much to post about. I decorated my family night notebook today, it's not bad haha. Spent like, an hour on it and the glue got all over my hands, yeah, pretty gross. Hmm, pretty bored at home. I'm really hoping the rain keeps my tuition teacher away so I don't need to do anymore chinese. Bleh. Cough. Feverish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, that beach up there. I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;☂☂☂☂☂☂&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like every stupid thing I've done in my life is like a receipt. A receipt in my wallet and every time I do something else stupid there's another, and another and another and then there's no more space in my wallet. And it sucks, like, these thing harping me but I can't get rid of them! It's so annoying and I wish I could brainwash myself just to forget every single one of them because all they're doing is keeping me from doing other things that are way more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I'm really just a wimp, trying to look bigger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget. &lt;i&gt;Drew Roy&lt;/i&gt;, oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(i check my palms, the cracks in the sidewalk, my visions and my dreams. i cross all my fingers that you'll be someone that won't be forgotten.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-451762885002321665?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/451762885002321665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/collect-love-that-ive-been-given-build.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/451762885002321665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/451762885002321665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/collect-love-that-ive-been-given-build.html' title='collect the love that i&apos;ve been given, build a nest for us to sleep in'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1504769157128410653</id><published>2009-07-03T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:39:28.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/2enryn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Ghosts - Laura Marling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, okay haven't posted for so long. I don't know how long this is going to turn out but if it's short I promise a REALLY nice long one very soon. Yay. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sarahloo and sarahwong have enticed me to become a more avid youtuber, however nerdy that might sound. But nigahiga really is really awesome. And michaelbuckley haha, I think the two of them are the best, and shane dawson is really good too. kevjumba isn't bad, but he isn't as cute as ryan higa, heh. I wonder if all of them like, google themselves to find blog mentions. If they do: "RYAN HIGA, I love your hair :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay um, schools been okay. Yesterday had the combined choir syf choral presentation thing (yes, the event really does have such a long name) and it was until 10 so I was exhausted. And then.. yeah, average day. Mind riddles are fun haha, school is fun actually, if you minus long draggy classes and ridiculous amounts of homework. But yeah, everybody says that, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG WEEKEND! OMG. Finally. Youth Day, I love you. Oh but primary school kids, seriously, how unfiar is it that they get BOTH &lt;i&gt;children's&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;youth&lt;/i&gt; day off? Like really, it's totally unfair because youth is defined as 13-23, and primary school kids - NOT 13! Unless, you're held back, but yeah, different story. And then we don't get children's day off D: Maaan. Oh well, guess I shouldn't complain. We had that when we were in primary school.. aah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mummy's birthday is tomorrow, don't know if we're doing anything yet. We will probably go out for lunch or dinner or something. Hm, but I still have my double tuition D: Grr, seriously, I think these few days my eye bags have been so huge, and my eye lids are like, constantly heavy, ah. And it doesn't help that half the lessons in school are like, super sleep-inducers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want nobody, nobody but YOU!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Do as done, and there is nothing left to be. Turned out I'd been following him and he'd been following me. Do as done, after it was over we were just two lovers crying on each others shoulders.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1504769157128410653?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1504769157128410653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-just-ghosts-that-broke-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1504769157128410653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1504769157128410653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-just-ghosts-that-broke-my.html' title='These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-6340275351845206748</id><published>2009-06-30T11:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:29:26.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you in my heart, And I don't even know you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/wgutz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Nineteen - Tegan &amp; Sara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only person that loves seeing the clock show 11:11? Seriously, I love it. Every time it shows that I make this kind of silent prayer, haha. I don't know, call me superstitious, or paranoid (just might be paranoooid~) but I just think it's really cute. And when it's 12:34 also, but not as often. 11:11 seems to pop up A LOT, like a lot, so maybe it means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, first day back at school today, not bad. The new chinese lao shi seems nice enough, hopefully the class warms up to her soon. Hmm, yeah fun. Sarah Wong, stop giving us mind riddles, it hurts my brain and makes me angry. And then when I find out the answer (if I didn't figure it out myself) I get frustrated because, DAMN it was so obvious and I didn't get it. Gah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's be so great to live in the country? Or like, near a secluded beach away from civilisation? It would be really nice and quiet and just you know, crisp and clearing your mind. Hmm, with tall grass and wide open spaces and you can just... lay there. Sigh, you know a few months ago I would have said I'd rather live in a city, where it's fast and exciting and stuff. But I don't know, still in holiday mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, sigh, I have no idea what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(I felt you in my life before I ever thought to feel the need to lay down beside you and tell you I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you. And now we're saying bye, bye, bye. I was nineteen.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-6340275351845206748?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6340275351845206748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-you-in-my-heart-and-i-dont-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6340275351845206748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/6340275351845206748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-you-in-my-heart-and-i-dont-even.html' title='I feel you in my heart, And I don&apos;t even know you'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8408524029213750723</id><published>2009-06-28T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:17:31.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of You, Jesus I want more, more of You, my Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/015.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Deeper - Planetshakers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, quarantined because my brother's drum instructor was just confirmed with H1N1, and now my brother in down with Influenza A (which is not H1N1, but it increases chances or something) so I can't go to school. Oh well, it's a good thing I guess(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is amazing. &lt;i&gt;I think I live for worship.&lt;/i&gt; Really, no matter how sucky my week has been I'm like, completely invigorated by worship every Sunday, and it's so awesome and &lt;u&gt;God is seriously wonderful.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Take my life. I lay it down at the cross where I am found. All I have I give to You, oh God. Take my hands and make them clean; keep my heart in purity. That I may walk in all You have for me. Take my moments and my days. Let each breath that I take, be ever only for You, oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here I stand arms open wide. Oh, I am Yours and You are mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arms Open Wide, Hillsongs&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Take me deeper than I've been before. Take me higher, God I long for more. Take me further than I've been before. Jesus I want more, Jesus I need more.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8408524029213750723?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8408524029213750723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-of-you-jesus-i-want-more-more-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8408524029213750723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8408524029213750723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-of-you-jesus-i-want-more-more-of.html' title='More of You, Jesus I want more, more of You, my Lord'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2619370433613142666</id><published>2009-06-27T21:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:47:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the plane goes down, damn, i'll remember where the love was found</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/017.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Plane - Jason Mraz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the last time I posted was.. Wednesday. So yesterday, what happened? Umm, nothing much really, I think I slacked at home most of the time. Right? Oh gosh, I can't even remember stuff that happened yesterday. Aaah, I think my aging is accelerated. Oh no, I don't want white hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Michael Jackson died yesterday! Aww, I was really sad for like, an hour. Haha, like really, but then I got over it, much to the disappointment of Sarahlim. Sorry dear, I am heartless. &lt;i&gt;(In the night, I hear them talk, the coldest story ever told....)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today. Had the first SYF Choral Presentation Combined Choir practice thing. Haha, so many schools. I think there's at least 30 schools being represented. Quite scary. Then had to learn the Singaporean Medley song, really cute. But yeah, tiring, and I had tuition after that, and then walked home and all but flopped onto my bed. And then I couldn't get up for like, 30 minutes. Like really, I just like lied there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too sleepy these few days, sigh. Not good. Thank God there's church tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If love is an ocean wide, we'll swim in the tears we cry.&lt;br /&gt;They'll see us through to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;When love is a raging sea, you can hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Love is an ocean wide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ocean Wide, The Afters&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(I'm leaving your town again love, but I'm over the ground that you've been spinning. And I'm up in the air, said baby hell yeah. Oh honey I can see your house from here.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2619370433613142666?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2619370433613142666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-plane-goes-down-damn-ill-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2619370433613142666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2619370433613142666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-plane-goes-down-damn-ill-remember.html' title='If the plane goes down, damn, i&apos;ll remember where the love was found'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7297856120816017635</id><published>2009-06-25T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:39:44.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had that dream again where I was lost for good in outer space</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/022.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Kill The Messenger - Jack's Mannequin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I haven't posted in awhile. Just wasn't in the mood, everybody gets that once in awhile. Where I feel like even though a lot has happened and it's &lt;i&gt;blog-worthy&lt;/i&gt; but I just cannot bring my self to open the create post page and start typing and typing. I don't know, maybe it's just me. Although, I'm pretty sure it's called laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the past few days... stuff happened. My mum's friend called me lanky, haha, which totally gave me a confidence boost for like, 10 minutes. And.. went to watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Woaaah, I watched it one day before the actual opening and there were SO MANY people at the cinema. It was insane. But really cool, they were playing the same movie in like, 3 theaters at the same time. The movie is completely epic, like seriously. &lt;i&gt;Epic&lt;/i&gt;. And I keep saying that to everybody because it's true and even though some scenes are kind of cheesy and lame and there was this really gross part involving white underwear and really flabby man legs (bleh), it was still a really good movie. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Megan Fox, definitely not a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the rest of the time I was probably slacking at home trying to compel myself to complete what little remains of the holiday homework. Somehow I just can't. Sigh, and tomorrow is going be be a long day again, gah. Hate long days. Well, actually I love long days but only if they're &lt;i&gt;chilling&lt;/i&gt; in my room. Haha, that's such a gangsta word, chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh quick! Imagine Sarah Lim saying the word "gangsta". HAHA. Aw Sarah, you're so awesome ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know what I realised. Funky nail polish colours only work on really really fair people, or pale people. Because if you're even slightly tanned or yellow or redder, if you wear like, &lt;i&gt;turquoise&lt;/i&gt; its completely clashy and hard to look at. But when fair people wear it, or like, ang mohs, it looks good! So unfair gah, they already have prettier eyes, and now they take our nail polish. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, nothing else. Taa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(I'm gonna send a little rain to pour down on you. Rain that makes the flowers bloom, rain to leave you all alone. That keeps eyelashes falling and wishes washed away)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7297856120816017635?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7297856120816017635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-that-dream-again-where-i-was-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7297856120816017635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7297856120816017635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-that-dream-again-where-i-was-lost.html' title='I had that dream again where I was lost for good in outer space'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1634267602689367643</id><published>2009-06-22T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:46:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the fire as we grow o-o-old (mushaboom, mushaboom)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/air-40.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/frills-9.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/ocean28.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/p749.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/p851.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/p857.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Mushaboom - Feist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH HELP ME! I need to start my book review now! Oh no, but but, it's so.. unappealing. I mean, who can sit there and type a long review about an old old book, when you have facebook, blogger, msn, and truckloads of other forms of entertainment right on your desktop. NO ONE! Sigh, and then there's the 成功与失败议论闻 left too. Oh gosh, they better extend the holidays. I need to like, gosh. I'm ashamed. Okay, I really need to start on the book review. I might continue later this evening, so yeah. Taa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;☂☂☂☂☂☂&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, okay so. I managed to do about a third of the book review, which is great because then I'll feel the need to complete it. Yes, 5-7 minutes, oh my goodness, how the heck are we supposed to talk about one stupid book for 5 minutes? Gosh, okay, faster faster faster. Looking through Sarah Wong'c Cambodia photos, the kids are so cute. Hope you had an amazing time there Swong, and had lost of memorable experiences(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, short post today, got to get back to Hemingway, gah. Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(How many acres, how much light, tucked in the woods and out of sight. Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap on a little road barely on the map.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1634267602689367643?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1634267602689367643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/watching-fire-as-we-grow-o-o-o-o-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1634267602689367643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1634267602689367643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/watching-fire-as-we-grow-o-o-o-o-old.html' title='Watching the fire as we grow o-o-old (mushaboom, mushaboom)'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3289726714177795599</id><published>2009-06-20T16:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:14:16.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grabbed your suitcase called a taxi, it's 3am where you gonna go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/p704.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Talk You Down - The Script&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, haven't posted in awhile. I don't know, I know people don't read my blog everyday, but I feel this obligation to post everyday. And like, no one else does really, well some people do but then, hmm, I don't know. Eager to please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mum booked a room at the Fairmont hotel so we checked in on Friday. Spent the day at the pool with my cool shades, heh. Really nice, I feel so rejuvenated haha. And then the next day we were all really sluggish and stuff, and there was really nothing to do and no point in staying, so we just checked out. Yeah, haha one night in the nice comfy hotel bed. With hte view of the esplanade and.. trading ports. But I got to skip chinese tuition for the second week in a row :D Hehe, my mum is so easy to sway when she's dazed and at the verge of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH DRAG ME TO HELL! I so want to watch it D: I mean come on, it sounds really cool okay. My uncle told me about this scene where an anvil dropped on the old lady's head and the her eyes popped out of her skull O: AND THEN the eyeballs hit the other woman in the face and like, splashed blood everywhere. WOAH. Cool right? And the staples in the forehead and the maggots and stuff, hahah. Okay, someone watch with meee! Or else the cursed button will come and find youuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, church. Yay, will continue laterr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;☂☂☂☂☂☂&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really only have respect for bands or artistes that sound good performing live. Like Panic, John Mayer, Hush Sound, all damn good live. The Kooks well, they still sound good because they're songs have that, slurry, drunkard kind of sound anyway. Which is quite addictive ;D So like Fall Out Boy, they sound good on the radio and off the album, but live, neh, Patrick Stump can't sing all that well, yupps. Don't believe me? Go Youtube them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what would be an awesome birthday present? A really good live CD of a band i've never heard of... -hint hint- Since my birthday is ahem, in 1 month and 10 days, ahem. Muaha, I just bought Panic's Live in Chicago Album, it's outrageously good. The guys voice is so cute, in a good way. I give it 3 thumbs up. I love music shops, sigh, I can spend hours at That CD Shop really, just looking through all the racks and racks and wanting to buy something just because the album cover is pretty. Haha, but of course I do that everywhere, which would explain my bookshelves full of unwrapped books and closet with shirts that still have the tags on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Brendon Urie's voice. And not just his singing voice, his talking voice is like so... :D Haha. Don't ask me why, but he like, makes some witty banter on the Live in Chicago CD, and I ♥ it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, next week is going to be the busiest week ever. I have choir practices, tuition holiday classes and all at different places and then my parents have to decide to go for this stupid 4 days course thing, effectively preventing them from being my drivers, so my poor old grandad has to rush here and there to fetch us. Poor gong gong, we definitely have to make it up to him one day. Aaah, wish me luck D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Just a cigarette gone, no you couldn't be that far. So I'm driving in my car where I hope you are. Maybe I can talk you down, maybe I can talk you down. We're standing on a tiny ledge, before this goes over the edge, gonna use my heart and not my head and try to open up your eyes. This is relationship suicide, because if you go, I go)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3289726714177795599?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3289726714177795599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-to-speak-but-nothings-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3289726714177795599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3289726714177795599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-to-speak-but-nothings-coming.html' title='Grabbed your suitcase called a taxi, it&apos;s 3am where you gonna go?'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-7596076787481150619</id><published>2009-06-18T21:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:08:00.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A light shining through, you're barely waking, I'm tangled up in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/banner6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Collide - Howie Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was shopping day! Went to Borders, didn't get anything. Then went to Hilton to have lunch, my mum bought cheesecake and macaroons. Ooh, macaroons, yum. And then, I "sneaked" off to far east to buy family night stuff. Got a black fedora, orange shoelaces and a checkered silver-and-orange tie. Woohoo, so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thaaat, went to cotton on! Omg, cotton on is the love. They were having sale and everyone was jam packed and fighting for the stuff. I bought 6 pieces of clothing, heh. 2 tanks, 2 shirts, 2 shorts. When I got home, I tried on the white shirt, and the black shorts. And I realized it would look really cool with a tie, so I my black and white tie. And then I realized I wass being all cool and guy-ish so I wore the fedora. Pwoar(HAHA!) so cool. Heheheh, dressup... reliving my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I have this song called &lt;i&gt;The Saints Are Coming - U2 &amp; Green Day&lt;/i&gt; hahah it's WAY cool. Like, it's a really nice song. SASS should totally make it their theme song or something. And it's U2, come on, as said before &lt;i&gt;supposedly&lt;/i&gt; the best band ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I cried to my daddy on the telephone, "how long now until the clouds unroll and you come home," the line went. But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent. &lt;b&gt;The saints are coming, the saints are coming.&lt;/b&gt; I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Saints Are Coming, U2 &amp; Green Day&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I realise it's a song about death, but it's damn cool. Sassy boys, go listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(I'm open, you're closed; Where I follow, you'll go. I worry I won't see your face light up again. Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find you and I collide)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-7596076787481150619?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7596076787481150619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/light-shining-through-youre-barely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7596076787481150619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/7596076787481150619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/light-shining-through-youre-barely.html' title='A light shining through, you&apos;re barely waking, I&apos;m tangled up in you'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-465502008416042525</id><published>2009-06-17T09:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:44:35.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and how you speak, countless lovers under the cover of the street</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/019.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Use Somebody - Kings of Leon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pop it, lock it, polka-dot it, countrify then hip-hop it. Put your hawk in the sky move side to side, jump to the left, stick it, glide&lt;/i&gt;. Such a catchy song, can't stand it. Even though it's Miley Cyrus, but oh well. It's fun to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with learning lab people yesterday. Tiffany kept daring us to do things and Sarah always &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; does it, and then decides not to. Haha, well, no one can blame her, it was really embarrassing things most of the time. We watched Night At The Museum 2, second time for me. But it's worth watching the Jonas Brothers as fat cherubs hehe, Sarah Loo shrewdly pointed out that the Kevin angel is chubbier than the rest. And then we bought and blew up balloons for Mr Choos belated birthday! Junjie is hopeless at it, and balloon should NOT come is long, tube-y snake shapes ESPECIALLY if they're pink in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakult is good. I like it better than Vitagen, and not only because Vitagen blatantly uses celebrity endorsements to sell their products -ahemfeliciachinahem- Yakult taste way better, fresher. Vitagen is just too.. cream-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;☂☂☂☂☂&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has everyone watched the music video of &lt;i&gt;Talk You Down - The Script&lt;/i&gt; yet? If not, you totally should. The Script videos are always really gorgeous, like really. Combined with the awesome music and the lead singer who kinda looks like Kris Allen, but even cuter O: Wow, it's good okay, go search on youtube. I ♥ The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rediscovering MTV because suddenly I feel like it. And there isn't really anything else nicer on TV these days. Wow, U2 has two songs on the same countdown. Haha, well they are supposedly the best band everrr. Supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zomg, I finally did some homework. Yes, must keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework for the Day: &lt;s&gt;Geography Transport&amp;Communications Hub Report&lt;/s&gt;Completed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Family Night Dance&lt;/s&gt;Learned:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep. Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat. I hope it's gonna make you notice, I hope it's gonna make you notice someone like me)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-465502008416042525?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/465502008416042525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-all-you-know-and-how-you-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/465502008416042525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/465502008416042525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-all-you-know-and-how-you-speak.html' title='and how you speak, countless lovers under the cover of the street'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-8781534060824305901</id><published>2009-06-15T17:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:49:05.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity is working against me, and gravity wants to bring me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/008-1.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Gravity - John Mayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for my &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;fourth!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; band recommendation, or well, singer recommendation. Even though I doubt anyone actually follows my advice haha, oh well. John Mayer guys, he's awesome. I recommend &lt;i&gt;Gravity&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Slow Dancing In A Burning Room&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Waiting On The World To Change&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Why Georgia&lt;/i&gt;. And seriously, you should listen to the people I recommend. Because I &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; get tired of their songs. Never ever, not even after I recommend the next band. That's like, my most important factor for good music. The Hush Sound, The Kooks, Panic At The Disco, John Mayer, all awesome. Srsly, heed my advice. And they are really good pick me ups, especially The Kooks. Something about his accent just makes me laugh, hehe, but the music is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the summmmmer, well in parts of the world that actually have four seasons. The only thing is means here is that it's hot and hot and hot and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's happened in the past few days that I haven't posted? I know stuff has happened, but I really cannot recall things on demand. What day is it today? Monday. So the days before would have been Saturday and Sunday. Saturday was a really sleepy day, that's all I remember. And oh yeah, went to dinner with grandparents and uncle and auntie. At this Taiwanese restaurant that has good ice lemon tea, and then went to meidi-ya after that. Japanese snacks are love&lt;3 Sunday went shopping! Haha, bought some stuff, not particularly exciting. I vaguely remember a very very fattening brownie at some point, but let's not go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff, I want to play like John Mayer. Long way to go man, aah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of myself, I've been slacking. After that first week of such hardwork and slogging, now I'm sliding down the slope of laziness and procrastination. Oh no, and it's the third week already! Need to finish! Ah, pray that I will have more self-control. Oh, but I'm going out tomorrow... how? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Whoa, I'll never know what makes this man with all the love that his heart can stand dream of ways to throw it all away.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-8781534060824305901?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8781534060824305901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/gravity-is-working-against-me-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8781534060824305901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/8781534060824305901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/gravity-is-working-against-me-and.html' title='Gravity is working against me, and gravity wants to bring me down'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4410713662742945934</id><published>2009-06-13T10:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:39:25.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look, there goes another year, about as distant as a satellite</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/009c.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Safe - Travis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of the workshop): So sad, it's been really fun. I think the last day was the most retarded ever, oh my goodness. All the lame jokes and the spazzing. Lee Khim brought a fake rubber snake and we went around trying to scare people, which ended up a total failure. Sarah Loo was like, hesitating outside the door to the room where some of the guys were in (because she wanted to rush in throw the snake and scream her ass off) but then, suddenly the guy opened the door and she &lt;i&gt;screamed in his face&lt;/i&gt; HAHA, oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WARM UPS! Have you ever seen guys prancing? HAHA Well, it isn't exactly prancing, but it might as well be because it was freaking hilarious. Should've taken a video or something, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty more antics that went on, trust me. Hehe, scandaaaals, but I shall not name names(: But anyway stuff like that is kind of &lt;i&gt;bound&lt;/i&gt; to happen when you mix and girl school and a guy school right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, it was a really fun experience, learned a lot. Oh yeah, we have to write the reflections thing, darn. Bleeeeh, homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is today so hot? I feel sticky again, yuck D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got appointed vice-president of choir along with Ruth. Ellissa is president! Congrats dearrr :D Oh no, the new comm is taking over in July, eeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(I'm not afraid of anything they've got to say, and you're okay because you're tucked away. Don't go astray, you've got to be just who you are, who you are)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4410713662742945934?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4410713662742945934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-look-there-goes-another-year-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4410713662742945934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4410713662742945934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-look-there-goes-another-year-about.html' title='Oh look, there goes another year, about as distant as a satellite'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4675384406317953061</id><published>2009-06-11T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:16:04.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I never thought I'd be the type to fall, to fall,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/banner07.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Overboard - Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of choir workshopping, was really really fun today. Ellissa requested that I be &lt;i&gt;penang-yannting&lt;/i&gt; for the day, and that means hyperbimboboycrazyreallyhigh, but yeah. I was kind of like that occasionally, heh. Pretty fun at lunch when Ellissa tried to tell jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;Ellissa: -holds out both palms like a cup- This is the world, take it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#97b952"&gt;Innocent-bystander: -strange, quizzical look. Takes the invisible earth-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;Ellissa: Okay, now give it back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#97b952"&gt;Innocent-bystander: -more quizzical looks. Gives back invisible earth-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;Ellissa: Okay, now take out Singapore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#97b952"&gt;Innocent-bystander: Singapore?! Uhh... -picks out Singapore-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;Ellissa: Okay, now shake it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#97b952"&gt;Innocent-bystander: -thinks that Ellissa might be mental. Shakes imaginary Singapore-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Ellissa: -goes into spasm like shakes, haha get it? because the person was shaking Singapore, hahahah-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah, she did it to Ms Tham and some other people. And back in the music room Siying started telling more jokes, so of course that was a huuuge laugh. Then Ellissa tried to make us sing some choir songs, to get points. That was a huuge embarrassment. But because Ellissa is Ellissa, she got some people and started doing the &lt;i&gt;wassail dance&lt;/i&gt; right in plain sight of everybody. Seriously, I &lt;u&gt;hid my face&lt;/u&gt;. And we didn't even get any points lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got through quite a lot of material, we sound quite good(: Really tired again, so obviously no homework. It'll probably stay that way for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(But as strong as I seem to think I am my distressing damsel, she comes out at night when the moon's filled up and your eyes are bright. Then I think I simply aught to fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4675384406317953061?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4675384406317953061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-never-thought-id-be-type-to-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4675384406317953061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4675384406317953061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-never-thought-id-be-type-to-fall.html' title='And I never thought I&apos;d be the type to fall, to fall,'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4366769147706082647</id><published>2009-06-10T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:04:11.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And oh, my darling look at you, the words that only you could use</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/q-010.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: You Don't Love Me - The Kooks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeey, had the choir exchange today:D Haha, pretty fun. SATB sounds really really good, the blend of voices mixes quite well haha. We had the normal whacko ice breaker things, pretty retarded, screaming everywhere courtesy of us girls, heh. And the we had to learn the "wassail" maple dance hahah, omg so retarded. The guys are SO tall, so we need to like stretch and bend like crazy trying to loops our hands over our heads, omg, can die. Then we had clapping stuff.. and then lunch! They have SO many places to eat man, macs, kfc, coffeeshops all over the place, wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that was kind of boring because we did all the chanting and the foundation work and the clapping in rhythm and things, but I guess that's meant to strengthen our basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was pretty cool, haha. 2 more daays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching HSM2 on disney, heh. Gabriella just got angry and sad and sang the gotta go my own way song. Hahah, he hugged her boobs, AGAIN. Gah, and now he's at his emo, dressin black run around the golf course and gaze into his reflection thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no homework. Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(And you don't love me the way that I love you 'cause if you did, boy, you would not do the things you do. You turned my life around before, that I am glad. However much I love you this love is getting bad)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4366769147706082647?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4366769147706082647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-oh-my-darling-look-at-you-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4366769147706082647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4366769147706082647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-oh-my-darling-look-at-you-words.html' title='And oh, my darling look at you, the words that only you could use'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-1561173274889304292</id><published>2009-06-09T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:00:20.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, break it like you mean it boy, say it like you've said it before</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/006yf2re.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/aproximacion15.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/c-011.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/fetishize097.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/fetishize197.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/stock2.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/stock27.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/stock29.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/stock4.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Pieces - The Bridges&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha omg I pierced my ears. Heh, my mum took half the day off so we just went to pierce, a spur of the moment kind of thing. Didn't really hurt but after awhile my ear got kind of sore, and it really stung when I cleaned it. Yeowch. Hope it doesn't get infected, like everyone else D: It seems like every person I know with pierced ears has gotten and infection, oh nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway, went out with mummy in the morning to run a few errands and stuff. Bought some new books which hopefully I'll find time to read after everything is over. Got &lt;i&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/i&gt; which is a &lt;u&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/u&gt; book, so *squees*. And another trashy book about high school romances. Hahah, that'll just be to get my mind off emo things and to get a kick out of. Heh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework done, again. I didn't even finish yesterday's homework, gah. Oh poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(i'm sure you know how we always find ourselves in the deepest corner of the darkest hour, we can't get much louder than this. we always lose our hearts in the strangest places, picking up the pieces we break. i just wont tell you about it)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-1561173274889304292?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1561173274889304292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-isnt-telling-me-thing-its-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1561173274889304292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/1561173274889304292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-isnt-telling-me-thing-its-playing.html' title='Oh, break it like you mean it boy, say it like you&apos;ve said it before'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-5801668796974340492</id><published>2009-06-08T09:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:18:40.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll see you under yellow moons where i'll gather what's left of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: August - Rilo Kiley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, I want hair like that ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, it's my 60th post on this blog. Hooraaay. How shall I celebrate? Listing down 60 things that happened throughout the course of this blog would be way too long. Umm, nevermind, I'll wait till the 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized my Dad used to be a complete nerd and he has like ALL of the science fiction books that were in the list except Catch 22, which was the one I borrowed but turned out to be immensely boring and impossible to read. So I went to raid his shelf and decided on &lt;i&gt;The War of the Worlds&lt;/i&gt; because I love doomsday stories and the movie was cool. So far it's really different than the movie, a lot more factual and like, tense and creepy. The movie was quite.. sedate for a action movie, I find. Tom Cruise movies usually are though. At least the book is FAR FAAAR more interesting than Catch 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as of right now there are 15 confirmed cases of H1N1 Swine Flue in Singapore. And the freaking alert status is still &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;yellow&lt;/font&gt;. And we have to fill in contact tracing forms every week at church, take temperature at tuition, hmm, sigh. It's kind of scary. Like, if ONE person has swine flu, everyone in contact with him/her gets quarantined. Like &lt;i&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt;. But I heard the quarantine place is at some chalet(heh, shalay) resort-ish thing. In that case, getting quarantined would be seriously awesome, and like with the &lt;i&gt;entire&lt;/i&gt; YM or something. Oh wow, that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, there have been a total of &lt;u&gt;19273&lt;/u&gt; cases of swine flu worldwide and &lt;u&gt;117&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;deaths&lt;/b&gt;. That, is scary. Nineteen thousand two hundred and seventy three cases and one hundred and seventeen deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework for the Day: Finish reading "The War of the Worlds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(someday we will meet beyond the stars and it will be away from here. someday we will meet beyond the limits of who we are and it will be away from here. someday we will meet beyond the stars and it'll be away from here. someday we'll meet beyond the land that you call miles away, away from here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-5801668796974340492?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5801668796974340492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-see-you-soon-under-yellow-moons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5801668796974340492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/5801668796974340492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-see-you-soon-under-yellow-moons.html' title='i&apos;ll see you under yellow moons where i&apos;ll gather what&apos;s left of you'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2502960649863007699</id><published>2009-06-07T14:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:01:13.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in, tell you in my loudest tones,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/25qyq6p.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Warning Sign - Coldplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, Coldplay is really good. I always had this stereotype against them that they were like, really shallow and just like those normal adult contemporary bands, but they're actually pretty awesome. &lt;i&gt;The Fray&lt;/i&gt; isn't bad too, and &lt;i&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/i&gt;, they're really calming and like, nice to fall asleep too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Set yourself on fire and people will come for miles to watch you burn."&lt;br /&gt;- John Wesley, Father of Methodism&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that quote is really wonderful, and so audacious and straightforward. It's the best way to put evangelism into words, I believe. Reaching out to people, telling them about Christ is impossible to do if you yourself have no passion for it, no enthusiasm. Give your life completely, sacrifice it to the Lord and others will be drawn to the new person that you will become, because the change will be drastic and outrageous like an explosion and others can't help but gravitate towards it. Sigh, God is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, going over to friends&lt;i&gt;(FRIENDS!)&lt;/i&gt; house later for dinner. Her mum is making roast beef, roast chicken and potatoes so we have been enlisted to help in the consumption. Haha, trust me, everytime I go over to their house I come back feeling like I put on 3kg, bleh. Sucks. But oh well, it's good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I'm watching a rerun of one of the old episodes of &lt;i&gt;The Showdown&lt;/i&gt;, that was quite a flop eh? Oh well, but this one has all the Thai MTV VJ people on one team, and zomg they're so funny HAHAH. They were playing this Human Bowling thing, and Utt got stuck in the bowling pin costume HAHAHHA they had to like pry him out xD Wheee, funny. Utt is quite the cute ;D Hahah, funny show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;☂☂☂☂☂☂&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, fanfiction will be the death of me. It's amazing how depressed I can get reading them, it's so.... gut wrenching ): And sigh, there's too much homework and everyone's getting really emo, and oh. The holidays are meant to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework done today D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(A warning sign. You came back to haunt me and I realized, she was an island and I passed you by; You were an island to discover. So I crawl back into your open arms. Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2502960649863007699?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2502960649863007699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-gotta-tell-you-what-state-im-in-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2502960649863007699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2502960649863007699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-gotta-tell-you-what-state-im-in-ive.html' title='I&apos;ve gotta tell you what a state I&apos;m in, tell you in my loudest tones,'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2670475926959205127</id><published>2009-06-06T09:24:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:56:02.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>won't you come reminisce to a slow song with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/banner008.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Slow Song - Gets The Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents continue to be immensely clueless. Okay, not my parents, my Dad. Sigh, I don't see how what I did was rude, seriously, it's just completely insane, irrational. I need to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm at a loss at what to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, am I really that goody-two-shoes? Seriously, people seem to think I am. Maybe it's because sometimes I don't bother to talk much, but still. Quiet = Goody? Hmm, maybe. I guess most people would assume that right? Like with Mrs Heng and Shantelle, until she realized Shantelle had a puff HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, because my tuition is over and I'm happy and full on soba, I feel like watching Friends again. But I can't, because I'd have to watch it in my parents room and dad is still being clueless, so I don't want to &lt;i&gt;intrude&lt;/i&gt;. Sigh, maybe I should read some of LA, I probably should. Don't really feel like doing it though. Starting on the 成功与失败重写? Also probably should, but I'm just going to go emo with Jacob. Tataa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;☂☂☂☂☂☂&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now, the holidays have proved to be quite exciting/interesting. But right now, I'm seriously bored out of my wits. I have NOTHING to do. Well, there is homework, but who wants to do that? And why is no one online?! Is it because it's Saturday? I suppose most people would be out gallivanting right now. But oh wells, I spent the afternoon helping my dad move stuff in the storage room. Let me tell you, climbing high on a ladder, lifting heavy boxes and random planks of wood and staking them on a high high shelf, is not something to be done when it's hot and humid. In the dank storage room. I think I sweated out half my body weight, zomg. Now I need to go to the salvation army to help him unload all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why he can't do it by himself and has to ask me, a little girl to help? Yeah, he hurt his back. Mmhm. So yeah, just got back from all the unloading. My hands got super black and greasy and all dirty and stuff, gross. But it's all to help the poor, right? Dad's still being clueless, but I guess we're just pretending nothing happened? He isn't really talking to me still, and I don't want to bother trying to talk to him. It's all very, mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car back, I just thought about how Robert Pattinson must have felt playing Cedric Diggory. I mean, he himself says that he's all intellectual and crap, and only plays those weirdo, psycho roles. Like Salvador Dali, surrealist painter and known gay. And he had to freaking kiss a guy O.O I mean, if he wants to play roles like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, it must have been awful for him to play Cedric Diggory. Normal pretty boy, popular, gets the girls, but oh yeah, he dies. But still, the character has no depth. It's strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, new moon. Taylor&lt;i&gt;freaking&lt;/i&gt;Lautner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;☂☂☂☂☂☂&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sarah Wong(sarah!) and me(You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world,) talking about Sarah LOO who's off in Europe enjoying the fruits of the land... I mean, all the hot guys:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;sarah! says:&lt;br /&gt;she's off in zurich eating peaches on mountains&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#97b952"&gt;You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, says: &lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, says: &lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;sarah! says: &lt;br /&gt;and and meeting nick jonas lookalikes&lt;br /&gt;sarah! says: &lt;br /&gt;super cool&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#97b952"&gt;You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, says: &lt;br /&gt;PEACHES?!&lt;br /&gt;You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, says: &lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#43b9a8"&gt;sarah! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha she took a photo with one&lt;br /&gt;sarah! says:&lt;br /&gt;SHE"S MEETING ALL THESE FAMOUS PEOPLE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#97b952"&gt;You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, says: &lt;br /&gt;Peach?!&lt;br /&gt;You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nick jonas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, sorry, I think the sashimi got to my brain. But I'd take peaches on a mountain rather than nick jonas &lt;i&gt;look-a-likes&lt;/i&gt; any day. And Sloo also went to Madam Tussaud's Wax Museum and she wanted to go see her beloved Zac Efron but they didn't have him ): So she was crushed and went to pose with Justin Timberlake, Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, Elvis, Ghandi, Princess Diana and OBAMA! Hehhehe &lt;b&gt;MISS YOU LOADS MY DEAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Homework of the Day: 成功与失败分析&lt;/s&gt;Completed:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(are we to old to remember the days when we were all so separated, and it took the courage of a lion to venture out across the gym floor, say something sweet, get you to come on out with me and find your hips with my hands, so we could sway oh so uncomfortably but be so pleased with ourselves?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2670475926959205127?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2670475926959205127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/wont-you-come-reminisce-to-slow-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2670475926959205127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2670475926959205127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/wont-you-come-reminisce-to-slow-song.html' title='won&apos;t you come reminisce to a slow song with me?'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-498645777806089949</id><published>2009-06-05T12:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:07:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we might not have any money but we've got our love to pay the bills</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/banner1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: You And I - Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's anything better than a bright, clear, lazy morning; you just laze in bed not wanting to get out and slip on your earphones and just listen. Listen, and then you fall back to sleep and up again. And then before you know it it's 11 and you realise some people are already eating lunch. I guess that's one good thing about the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of love Singapore weather. Even more now that it's been so erratic and hot-cold-humid-wet. Don't know, I think I have a thing for bad weather. (Remembers saying the exact same thing a long time ago, hmm). I also think it's strange that I prefer &lt;i&gt;listening&lt;/i&gt; to music, &lt;i&gt;reading&lt;/i&gt; wonderful pieces of writing, &lt;i&gt;looking at&lt;/i&gt; beautiful photography to actually making music, creating pieces of writing and taking photos. Don't get me wrong, I love actually creating the stuff too, but I kind of prefer appreciating other people's talent, effort and emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's some weird "i-think-everything-i-make-is-crap-and-other-people-are-better-than-me" thing. I have zero self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bloated man, gah. So uncomfortable. And I'm going on a &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt; binge again. Joey is the cutest haha, he's like way awesome and my favourite out of all of them right now. Chandler's my second favourite. And about that, I think the writers are really amazing, because it must be really hard to write lines for Chandler. In a show that's supposed to be a sitcom, where &lt;i&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt; has to be funny, Chandler has to be &lt;i&gt;the funny one&lt;/i&gt;. That's hard, no? Being funnier than the funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaay, Emily just ended the marriage with Ross. Muaha, I hate her, she's so annoying. I usually like the British accent, like in Harry Potter and The Chronicles of Narnia, but she makes it sound super annoying. Like, skadjhfiashdfd feel like slapping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha aw, Joey &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 470px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, my new guitar, just to show you guys :D I don't like the photo, it's so yellow and bleh looking. Trust me, it's way prettier in real life. Wheeee, I lurves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on another note. Again, why are my parents so ridiculously clueless? I really can't take it sometimes, and the most I can do is like, clench my fists tight enough so that I don't end up screaming at them, &lt;i&gt;because that's morally incorrect&lt;/i&gt;. Sigh, sometimes I think society is seriously screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm that emo girl who goes "screw-the-world" and cries and writes emo songs because my life is just THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Homework of the Day: "The Power of Fiction" Poster&lt;/s&gt;Completed:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(well you might be a bit confused&lt;i&gt;and you might be a little bit bruised&lt;/i&gt;, but baby how we spoon like no one else. so I will help you read those books if you will soothe my worried looks, and we will put the lonesome on the shelf)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-498645777806089949?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/498645777806089949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-remember-when-you-said-youd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/498645777806089949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/498645777806089949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-remember-when-you-said-youd.html' title='we might not have any money but we&apos;ve got our love to pay the bills'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-4767412040275497919</id><published>2009-06-04T19:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:45:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/006wrwza.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/006xc2c2.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/fetishize064.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/fetishize004.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/9unjid.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/fetishize151.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/fetishize024.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/fetishize087.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/40499357.png"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me sometimes how strangers, people you hardly or don't even know, understand you better than your parents. You ask the lady at the library where the Richard Siken books are and she leads you to the exact aisle, shelf. You ask your parents if they've &lt;i&gt;heard&lt;/i&gt; of Richard Siken, they give you a look and ask if he's a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this. Buying guitars is not something I am accustomed to doing. So when I go into a music store I close up my vocal chords and speak only when spoken to. My dad asks me what I want, I say &lt;i&gt;an electric guitar&lt;/i&gt;. He get's annoyed and says I need to tell him specifically. I ask you, if you were only a beginner learning guitar, and this is your first time actually going out and choosing one for yourself, would you know what exact model you want to buy? No. So how come the guitar salesman knows that and my dad doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly emoing over it. I'm just feeling quite &lt;i&gt;irate&lt;/i&gt; at how clueless some people are, even though they're the ones who are supposed to guide you through your life. They don't even know my favourite band. They don't know my iPods name is Jacob. They don't even know the URL to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault, that I don't tell them these things? Is it theirs, that they don't take the time to learn more? They probably think they already know everything, just because they've graduated and walk around with their high income jobs and credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't know things about them either. Although, I know when they're angry and don't want people to talk to them. They don't seem to have the faintest clue. Blabber blabber blabber and then they blame me, saying &lt;i&gt;you get angry for no reason, disrespectful child&lt;/i&gt;. They just freaking don't know when to shut up. Stupid and arrogant with their booming, screeching voices that just make me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rant over. I feel pissed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers burn and I'm in pain just attempting to type this and I seriously need some good writing to cheer me up and tomorrow's a blur because I have no idea what I'm supposed to do and I just feel like punching someone. No homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(so she’s a teenager and these things, small, simple things, have telling signs that you’ve got to follow. with a little luck. with that stretch of breathing.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-4767412040275497919?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4767412040275497919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-go-forwards-you-go-backwards-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4767412040275497919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/4767412040275497919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-go-forwards-you-go-backwards-and.html' title='When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet.'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-3059400109871802652</id><published>2009-06-03T10:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:03:16.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I'm kind of slow. But. &lt;font size="2"&gt;ZOMG PANIC AT THE DISCO&lt;/font&gt;. And I personally feel I like them better without the !exclamationpoint. Their music is just so blood pumping, and the lyrics ngyeh, good good. It's like ear candy. No, ear warheads. Sour and shocking and addictive. &lt;i&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm dying. And they beat the shit out of Fall Out Boy, even though their lyrics are pretty similar and the mood of the music. But I like PATD's sound better than FOB's. PLUS who can go around saying fob fob fob without laughing out loud? HAHA I can't, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is my THIRD band recommendation on this blog. But of course, I don't need to do a lot to promote Panic At The Disco, they're awesome enough as is(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend &lt;i&gt;Northern Downpour&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;That Green Gentleman&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;When The Day Met The Night&lt;/i&gt;. Haha, actually I recommend all of their songs. But I like their 2nd album, Pretty. Odd., better than their. Someone buy it for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I keep starting to read the LA books, then I get bored and switch books and then I get bored and switch and then there's nothing left to switch to, so I stop reading. Gah, I need to stop that, otherwise I won't be able to finish reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is written a certain amount of time after the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my letter to an author! Yaaaayes. Haha, I think I can rest for the rest of the day, haha. I have guitar later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't read Kuo Pao Kun yet, please do. He's so good. Seriously. The way he write is so, plain and bare but completely profound. It's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Tree: You want to sing and dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Can you do that now?&lt;br /&gt;Tree: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I thought you can only sing and dance when there is wind?&lt;br /&gt;Tree: That's what the wind says. Actually, it's only when we sing and dance is there wind; only when our leaves and branches swing is there wind. Wind musn't be so proud."&lt;br /&gt;-The Silly Little Girl And The Funny Old Tree&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Biology - Women in Science research&lt;/s&gt;Completed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letter To An Author - Kuo Pao Kun&lt;/s&gt;Completed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick. I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention. Now let's not get selfish, did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-3059400109871802652?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3059400109871802652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-case-i-lost-my-train-of-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3059400109871802652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/3059400109871802652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-case-i-lost-my-train-of-thought.html' title='In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-609446466121865915</id><published>2009-06-02T08:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:29:28.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripping eyes, flooded lungs, the northern downpour sends its love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 100px; height= 100px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/4429_87888140027_703525027_19865-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px; height= 100px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/4660_85417891518_668651518_19283-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="width: 100px; height= 100px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/n531186660_1812298_6396643-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My firefox is so crap, grrr. Mozilla people, if you  can hear me, FIX THIS THING RIGHT NOW! Or maybe it's my ancient laptop that's killing it. Bleh, I can't wait for it to crash so I can get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter crave. Yikes. I cannot wait for Half Blood Prince, seriously, it's killing me. And Transformers 2!! Gaaargh, someone go watch with meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Homework for the Day: Math Holiday Assignments&lt;/s&gt;Completed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Hey moon please forget to fall down, hey moon don’t you go down. Sugarcane in the easy mornin', weathervanes my one and lonely. Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don't you go down. You are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-609446466121865915?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/609446466121865915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/tripping-eyes-and-flooded-lungs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/609446466121865915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/609446466121865915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/tripping-eyes-and-flooded-lungs.html' title='Tripping eyes, flooded lungs, the northern downpour sends its love'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2219576891143319985</id><published>2009-06-01T08:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:27:24.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We stood so tall we caught a plane by the wing and held it</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I logged into MSN, and I got &lt;font size="2"&gt;68&lt;/font&gt; emails. Sixty eight. Really, I gasped audibly. Okay, enough weirdness. But seriously, it's amazing how Facebook can completely invade your life without you doing anything. I mean, 68 emails just from photo updates and comments? That's aloooooot. 68 Okay?! I mean! I don't think I've had that many unread emails in there since I went to Europe for 2 weeks! And that was in the span on fourteen days. This was TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;YM@SENTOSA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; yesterday! Whee really fun, I think the Crosstrainers did a really good job :D I feel a lot closer as a church really. Plus we got $40 worth of Ben&amp;Jerry's vouchers, so that's good (: It was really really really really hot. I didn't even realise it was that hot until I got home and saw how red my face was. And I wasn't even the worst burnt. Yeowch, my face still hurts if I rub it too hard. So yeah, yesterday was exhausting. And I have this mysterious scratch/bruise on my arm that hurts really really badly. I have no idea how I got it, maybe it was during the death rally. Hahah yeah, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, vivo-ed with the Faithwalkers after that :D Xinyi is unbelievable haha. I shall say no more, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave because mum bought us tickets to &lt;i&gt;Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;/i&gt;. My brother wanted to watch. I fell asleep in the cinema. It wasn't a good sow anyway, and the 3D glasses were super uncomfortable. Seriously, someone needs to come up with a more user-friendly design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm, it was around 9.20pm by the time the movie ended. Then I remembered I was supposed to go buy &lt;i&gt;I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings&lt;/i&gt; so we rushed to Taka from Shaw. Managed to get it in time. And I felt tall because I reached the top shelf without those wheely-ladder things. Heh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read &lt;i&gt;The Coffin Is Too Big For The Hole&lt;/i&gt;. It's really short, but quite profound and amusing. I will read more into it when I have the time, but it's a good play(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am only finding time to blog today. So I shall give you some stargazing photos once I upload them. Sigh, I feel lazy today D: So horrid. Oh well, have 4 hours of back to back Science tuition later and then another 2 hours of Chinese tuition in the evening. Sigh, let the holidays begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaay, tuitions were okay I guess. And I managed to finish my movie review, so hazaaaah! :D But who cares about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;THE FREAKING NEW MOON TRAILER IS OUT AND OMG IT'S GOOD! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is waaay too much Edward, but I must say, they did a good job with the werewolves. Man, I can't wait. And Taylor Lautner, sigh, I don't think he can get any better looking. Go watch it &lt;a href="http://www.hisgoldeneyes.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The first video you see when you scroll down(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/4429_87888140027_703525027_1986584_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/4422_88647261660_531186660_1812301_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/4422_88647436660_531186660_1812333_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/4429_87888150027_703525027_1986586_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/4660_85417891518_668651518_1928394_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/n668651518_1928368_1894521.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/n531186660_1812298_6396643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/n531186660_1812304_5684502.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n71/chocciesx/n668651518_1928375_8260751.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Homework for the Day: Move Review "Bridge to Terabithia"&lt;/s&gt;Completed:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(We smiled so bright the sun went down, rose above the maddening crowd. We lit the streets with the sweetest glow. We held the globe and made it turn, wandered through the universe. The men of science observed through telescopes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2219576891143319985?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2219576891143319985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-stood-so-tall-we-caught-plane-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2219576891143319985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2219576891143319985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-stood-so-tall-we-caught-plane-by.html' title='We stood so tall we caught a plane by the wing and held it'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3217539427822266567.post-2856773367213262057</id><published>2009-05-30T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:03:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd probably just swim if I could but I can't so I'm just hangin' on</title><content type='html'>Hello people! Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. Been busy. And I'm super pissed off with my firefox because all of a sudden it doesn't display my previously viewed websites and whenever I click something new, it goes to the new pages BUT THE FREAKING BACK BUTTON DOESNT REGISTER IT. So I'm stuck retyping the whoooooole URL again if I want to go back to any page. Omg, so pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Had my two Saturday tuitions as usual. After that ran around Singapore to find libraries that had the LA books in stock. Managed to get &lt;i&gt;A Farewell to Arms&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Coffin Is Too Big For The Hole&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Catch 22&lt;/i&gt;. I think I'm going to Kinokuniya tomorrow to buy the last one, &lt;i&gt;I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings&lt;/i&gt;. Mmhmm, feel pretty accomplished. I shall start this daily homework thing. And whenever I finish that piece of homework I strike it out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small form of self-encouragement haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, besides that nothing much. I think we're going to watch Monsters vs. Aliens tomorrow haha. My brother's been begging to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH Star gazing yesterday! It was so funnnn! Camwhored most of the time we were there hahaha. But we got to see the moon up close and a pretty little star cluster. Haha, quite cool. Pictures up soon, when I find the time and willpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha watching one of those Japanese food shows on Channel News Asia. I find the way the presenter talks totally hilarious. They exaggerate the MOST mundane things and make it seem like such a HUUUGE phenomenon. It's quite amusing. &lt;b&gt;SLURP DOWN THE SOUP! IT SLIDES DOWN YOUR MOUUUUUTH!&lt;/b&gt; (of course all in Jap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall go start on my reading. Bye byeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Homework For The Day: National Geographic Reading Log&lt;/s&gt;Completed:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;(Shackles and chains get in the way and I'm lost in the garderner's gate;  where everything grows but no one should go where I've gone.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3217539427822266567-2856773367213262057?l=morningbird-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2856773367213262057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-probably-just-swim-if-i-could-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2856773367213262057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3217539427822266567/posts/default/2856773367213262057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningbird-s.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-probably-just-swim-if-i-could-but-i.html' title='I&apos;d probably just swim if I could but I can&apos;t so I&apos;m just hangin&apos; on'/><author><name>yannting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691522555485639962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
