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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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>788</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-2523903975366413436</id><published>2010-01-31T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:24:19.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i have shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.inthajac.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now dont laugh at the creativity of my link :)&lt;div 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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-11411362.post-1120476274882727978</id><published>2010-01-26T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:26:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh godddddd i just saw a site that gossip girl ep13 will only be out on 8th march. why so long man?!?!?! i need some entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha k yes i actually went to google that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i've been sleeping too much today. too much such that i felt lousy subsequently. stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drinks for the past few days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, Cappucino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking that was my first time having a cup of cappucino at starbucks and it wasnt too bad i must say. served with a damn thick layer of foam, which is what makes a cappucino a cappucino i supposed. to me, it tasted like latte, just with thicker texture. i added a pack of sugar to it and the thing is, the sugar immediately dissolved at the foam level and not the coffee. so ya you know, ended up having the foam being super sweet and coffee being, well, as bitter as coffee. hahaha what a statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall: not a bad choice! still, its a rather dull drink to me. OH AND!! never drink any of the hot drinks with the tiny straw. freakkk la i know i sound damn kuku now but ya i drank the first mouth with it and bloody hell burnt my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes lesson learnt! again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k make that drink for that day cos im a lil' too lazy to continue. so that is it! &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/11411362-1120476274882727978?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1120476274882727978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-godddddd-i-just-saw-site-that-gossip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1120476274882727978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1120476274882727978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-godddddd-i-just-saw-site-that-gossip.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4514464153574169063</id><published>2010-01-22T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:56:49.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i had the power of healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4514464153574169063?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4514464153574169063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-i-had-power-of-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4514464153574169063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4514464153574169063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-i-had-power-of-healing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8112352434833396498</id><published>2010-01-22T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:31:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think aging is a rather cruel process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zapping away your health and in exchange, returning you with increasing illnesses. removing the joy of chewing, leaving you with a set of dentures. decreasing your face value by adding on MUCH wrinkles where even the most powerful make up is of little use. replacing tasty food with colourful pills. allowing you to look at the beautiful nature around you, only to take it away from you in time to come. so much for toning up cos aging will eventually just make your body saggy. no more Rapunzel Rapunzel let you hair down, more like a shiny shiny bald spot let me polish your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe the list goes one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so days back, my mum suddenly mentioned in chinese that she felt, &lt;br /&gt;"lao chou." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i asked her what that meant, she told me, that she felt ugly due to being old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i was laughing at her creation of such a word and found it hilarious since she often praised herself of being damn damn pretty when she was young. so when i questioned her about that, she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"precisely cos i was damn pretty in the past. the drastic change caused me to feel 'lao chou'. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes shamelessness on her side. but that kinda got me thinking, aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruel, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i better cherish my youthful days. cos im pretty sure one day, i'll start feeling 'lao chou' too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8112352434833396498?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8112352434833396498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-aging-is-rather-cruel-process.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8112352434833396498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8112352434833396498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-aging-is-rather-cruel-process.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-152437824348421239</id><published>2010-01-17T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:50:21.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>words, beautiful yet harsh, helpful yet harmful. once spoken, cannot be retrieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goddddddd i so feel like eating cold crabs now freako!!!!!!! think of the pincers goodness the thick and juicy flesh there for me to rip them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh cravings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k! so i have decided to go for something different and not stick to the same few drinks each time i head to bucks. some lame aim of mine is to try every single drink on the menu from now onwards. hahahaha its abit stupid but ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first up was hot Passion tea for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$3.50 for a tall size. something more budget. k budget is the wrong word cos who the hell thats on a budget goes to starbucks for a drink. more of a cheaper drink on the menu as compared to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion is,&lt;br /&gt;Passion tea tastes much nicer cold. and never go for the Grande size for this drink. cos the tea tasted far too concentrated due to the extra sachet they added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next drink: whatever is first on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caramel latte or frap shall take the back seat for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seeing how long i can last. HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-152437824348421239?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/152437824348421239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-beautiful-yet-harsh-helpful-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/152437824348421239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/152437824348421239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-beautiful-yet-harsh-helpful-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4568504290681623486</id><published>2009-12-25T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:12:32.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i used to be damn hyped up and excited about christmas. so much so that i can actually be up the whole night waiting for christmas to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its 3am in the morning, exactly christmas day. yet, i dont feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only christmas actually. 7th sept has too lost all its excitement and anticipation i used to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. are these signs of growing up?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, im glad christmas and stuffs like that come with a public holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAAHA i guess thats what im looking forward to now.&lt;br /&gt;no school, late nights, late mornings. &lt;br /&gt;that IS life for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah stupid cats doing their thannnnng in the middle of the night. moaning and groaning so loudly i cant sleep!! cant they just keep it low and discreet must they let the whole neighbourhood know?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4568504290681623486?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4568504290681623486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-used-to-be-damn-hyped-up-and-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 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invention is tissue paper really. without it, i'll suffer. like BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like i am suffering from some flu. i mean how can i possibly have flu every single day. besides morning sinus is only, in the morning right. all i can say is, this sneezing thing is in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing is, i am like used to it. k shit is that even a good thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-21852106755493593?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/21852106755493593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-get-through-day-without-sneezing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yourself. only to soon realise how dumb everything was from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where have my christmassy chick flick movies gone?!?!?!?!??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6743631475646186205?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6743631475646186205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-sometimes-i-find-yourself-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6743631475646186205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6743631475646186205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-sometimes-i-find-yourself-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6040311055055457461</id><published>2009-12-06T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:47:01.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and sometimes i cant help but to wonder what am i busy with. why the hell do i always bathe at 12am and then having to sleep at 1 plus 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my time mgt!!!!! i need a better routine than the one im having now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6040311055055457461?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6040311055055457461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-sometimes-i-cant-help-but-to-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6040311055055457461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6040311055055457461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-sometimes-i-cant-help-but-to-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-7713726374932940245</id><published>2009-12-02T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:47:14.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighhhhhh i miss my post a's days. damn it why did i even previously mention i was bored of the hols and wouldnt mind if school were to start. must have been out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same ol' saying. you only appreciate things when they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;where have my holidays gone?&lt;br /&gt;long time passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, GG ep 11 is finally out!! :) :) :) &lt;br /&gt;shit now i feel a bit loser feeling happy over a mere episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-7713726374932940245?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/7713726374932940245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/sighhhhhh-i-miss-my-post-as-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/7713726374932940245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/7713726374932940245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/12/sighhhhhh-i-miss-my-post-as-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-2142320257629450446</id><published>2009-11-27T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:01:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freak my left eye is so damn itchy and red and teary and disgusting i feel like gorging it out, sterilizing it and then putting it back shitttttto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blooooody blooody bloody i so feel like cursing!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8570043491128772686</id><published>2009-11-18T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:29:33.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shitty shitzzzz the ants are here in my toilet damn damn damn!!!!!! i swear i hate ants to the core and seeing just ONE single ant will turn me into a paranoid freak. i just killed them all, consisting of two different sizes, yucks just saying it gives me goosebumps. i cant help but to constantly check my toilet or anywhere near for ants like every five mins. i'll squat down like some idiot, looking through the area for a moving disgusting creature. its like any lil' moving thing will cause my eye to zoom in and check if its AN ANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man i really have a problem. i detest ants like really really do. yes, DETEST. they must have offended me in my previous life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8570043491128772686?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8570043491128772686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/shitty-shitzzzz-ants-are-here-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8570043491128772686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8570043491128772686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/shitty-shitzzzz-ants-are-here-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5803663821694067365</id><published>2009-11-16T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:01:35.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can never have enough sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum was saying how the papers published an article regarding on the amount of hours you sleep. it states, the more you sleep, the earlier you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what rubbish!!! i refuse to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that it is called beauty sleep then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5803663821694067365?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5803663821694067365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-never-have-enough-sleep-my-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5803663821694067365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5803663821694067365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-never-have-enough-sleep-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5423476011368432782</id><published>2009-11-15T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:39:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weather is fine, and so am i. seriously good weather to just snuggle up in my blanket with my soft pillow against my face. ahh perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that is lacking is me sitting by the fire place, looking through the window, seeing the fine grains of snow fall gently onto the ground. and not forgetting a hot cup of cocoa in my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness im getting into the festive mood alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5423476011368432782?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5423476011368432782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/weather-is-fine-and-so-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5423476011368432782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5423476011368432782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/weather-is-fine-and-so-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5655082928882348452</id><published>2009-11-08T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:02:53.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder how long this blog will last. it'll be fun reading through my previous updates, seeing how much i've changed, for the better or for the worst. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as of now, my blog is on the verge of dying. i havent really got any inspiration or feel to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well well well, when it comes, it comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh shitto need to wash my toilet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucksssssssssssssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5655082928882348452?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5655082928882348452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder-how-long-this-blog-will-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5655082928882348452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5655082928882348452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder-how-long-this-blog-will-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-3105582645606790214</id><published>2009-10-17T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:17:41.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shitto i made the same mistake as i did few years back and bam, i had the same outcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fringe: bangs.&lt;br /&gt;responses: aiyo what happened?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same old sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair will grow. as of now, i'll enjoy the time with my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that got me wondering,&lt;br /&gt;why do we actually care so much about our looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brains or beauty? smart or slim? rich or ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one simple question.&lt;br /&gt;would you rather win America's next top model or a Nobel prize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaa i would rather take part in ANTM, make it till the part where they give me a hair make over and after that, i wouldnt mind getting kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid answer i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well my conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;confidence is king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3105582645606790214?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3105582645606790214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/10/shitto-i-made-same-mistake-as-i-did-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3105582645606790214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3105582645606790214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/10/shitto-i-made-same-mistake-as-i-did-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8318787806187656814</id><published>2009-10-07T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:03:47.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so life has been good. not much happenings but life was nth towards being dull and aimless. i mean, life doesn't have to be so damn happening to be good afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though once in a while, its good to have sth different from usual. you know, like... BOOM. k refraining from being critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe how sitting on the toiletbowl for 15 mins to shit would cause my both legs to cramp up, INCLUDING MY BUTT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn kuku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the song I WILL SURVIVE comes playing in my head. yesssssss i will survive shitting WITHOUT getting cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k this post is kinda,&lt;br /&gt;obscene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8318787806187656814?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8318787806187656814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-life-has-been-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8318787806187656814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8318787806187656814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-life-has-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4532389325227701244</id><published>2009-09-28T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:28:32.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to constantly remind myself of the really sucky feeling i've felt the previous few times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never shall i get that sort of feeling again. history shall not repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ugly truth is,&lt;br /&gt;the world wont stop revolving just because of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its true. only when you have experienced the other side of the grass yourself, will you come to realise that perhaps, the grass is not always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i would say this but im really thankful for Singapore's implementation of ERP. k drivers, dont hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i suddenly feel like feasting. worst of all, its been whoa hell long since i last ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fried mars bar. yummm.&lt;br /&gt;thosai. double yummmm yumm.&lt;br /&gt;gelare HALF PRICE waffle since its tues tmr whooo triple yumm yummm yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS I SO NEED TO RUN TO SATISFY MY CRAVINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, my blog is not dead ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6926396226921091929</id><published>2009-09-09T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:36:38.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i so want to travel around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6926396226921091929?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6926396226921091929/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-11411362.post-7524371438132797111</id><published>2009-09-03T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:07:40.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say, a woman is willing to give up the world for a man she loves. a man is willing to give up a woman he loves to acquire the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we, women, really that 'emotional'? do we really follow our heart and not our mind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, are women that 'unworthy' such that a man can actually give her up so easily just for material wealth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure, women are more than just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-7524371438132797111?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-11411362.post-2614256121087700150</id><published>2009-09-02T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:31:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_MmklKT3TU&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/B_MmklKT3TU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how the younger generations are supposed to be getting more and more open these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL!! goodgoodness!!! i was still trying to live in my lil' bubble, believing that he is straight despite the news that was out saying he isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, i have absolutely nothing against gays. i was just hoping he could be straight so i can at least you know, AHEMS ogle at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERTHELESS, he remains the top few in my list of great musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i really salute him for being so comfortable with himself that he couldnt be bothered by what the society thinks of him. not a simple thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, Adam Lambert, tabole ogle alr :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2614256121087700150?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2614256121087700150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-11411362.post-7611818146837004413</id><published>2009-09-01T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:31:48.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a little girl came up to me and asked with her really cute and innocent voice,&lt;br /&gt;"did you see the monster?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared at her for a moment, wondering how i should answer her. ultimately, giving her a cold hard,&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes sooooo damn cute i tell you. i regretted giving her a cold no cos she immediately turned her butt towards me and walked away to continue her search of the monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, you start wondering what on earth are they thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, monster? i thought lil' girls should be looking for their prince since they imagine themselves as a princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i should have asked if she needed help in looking for it. at least i know how her 'monster' look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its just some really fierce rude attitude-ed woman whom she sees as a 'monster'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;and im really lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-7611818146837004413?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/7611818146837004413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-girl-came-up-to-me-and-asked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/7611818146837004413'/><link 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much for my 10km run and wanting to maintain the sort of lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILED MISERABLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to paste like some damn toned body on my wall to get motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we always learn things the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3700208773640884883?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3700208773640884883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-so-need-to-break-two-and-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3700208773640884883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3700208773640884883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-so-need-to-break-two-and-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4906579801581027635</id><published>2009-08-09T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:43:18.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has started and im officially no longer a slacker!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha so my brain is functioning again and its back to study mode. bad thing about UOL is how the exams are only once in a year. so if you screw it, you're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so far so good and im getting used to my journey to the west on school days. good thing is how ive been trained by my beloved 969 for the past two years. so perhaps that helped abit in the long train ride to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised, i spent my pri/sec sch days in the east, jc days in the north and now, uni days in the west!!! HAHAHAHA k really random but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cant wait for the parade to start!!! hahaha k that few exclamation marks just made me sound too excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!!! i still cant believe how out of a hundred, only 34 know how to recite the pledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4906579801581027635?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4906579801581027635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-has-started-and-im-officially-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4906579801581027635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4906579801581027635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-has-started-and-im-officially-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6928158125053846460</id><published>2009-08-02T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:42:37.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many reddies seen roaming around cityhall and i am jealous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a patriotic citizen k. i know the lyrics of most ndp theme song and i do sing it at home you know!! plus i faithfully watch ndp every single time, on AHEMS tv that is. not to mention being such a law abiding citizen too. like i dont eat chicken rice in the train and i dont litter. and YES, thats a BIG deal. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when will my ndp tics come?!?! i dont even mind watching the preview. nor do i mind blending in with the pri 5 kids. i think i can do quite a good job :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, finally a good movie after so long!! heard harry potter sucked, Fighting was boring to me, i love you, man wasnt that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now The Hangover was good!! sickly hilarious. but not sickly gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, Up! HAHAHA ok so lame. and, The Proposal. ooo cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality check, SCHOOL'S STARTING IN A DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6928158125053846460?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6928158125053846460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-many-reddies-are-seen-roaming-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6928158125053846460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6928158125053846460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-many-reddies-are-seen-roaming-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-1790781666285901189</id><published>2009-07-30T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:26:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its freaky how eight months flew by like that. JUST like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the freak-ier thing is how the period of mugging hard for a's and the whole process of taking the exam itself are still really clear in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like how the three of us would reach drive thru' as early as eight in the morning, have our breakfast, down ourselves with cups and cups of hot tea all cos it is free flow. and the standard thing, two packets of milk, three packets of sugar. then, at 10.59am, we would rush to get our last cup of hot tea for us to last through our mugging day. hahaha yes kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting walking down the expressway while trying hard to recall the facts ive studied. plus, the studying of geography at the bus stop for i wanted a change of environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodyness im actually really recalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i once found those ppl telling me how they actually missed the whole studying process of a's purely insane. cos while i was at it, it sucked. like BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that its long over, i have got to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im part of the insane ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;up till this day, i swear, i dont regret going into YJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enough of those cheesy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to reality, school is starting in a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1790781666285901189?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1790781666285901189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-freaky-how-eight-months-flew-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1790781666285901189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1790781666285901189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-freaky-how-eight-months-flew-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-1315975183022768917</id><published>2009-07-29T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:02:36.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant wait to graduate!!!! hahaha ya when my school has yet to even start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know how i'll be complaining about wanting to head back to school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i attended my sis's convocation and it was well, sad to say, as boring as how you would expect a prize presentation to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine having each and every single one of their name being called, then having each and everyone of them walking up the stage, shaking the professor's hand and posing for the camera. my goodynesssss i take back my words. you shouldnt even try to imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur= href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVrsSWeUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/A_lcUgBB6F8/s1600-h/P1020435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 446px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVrsSWeUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/A_lcUgBB6F8/s320/P1020435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363810996564949314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur= href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVrZi-IWI/AAAAAAAAANw/ee7iQZMLSWo/s1600-h/P1020432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVrZi-IWI/AAAAAAAAANw/ee7iQZMLSWo/s320/P1020432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363810991534383458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur= href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVq1RQ6zI/AAAAAAAAANo/5eltGnFAEfU/s1600-h/P1020407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVq1RQ6zI/AAAAAAAAANo/5eltGnFAEfU/s320/P1020407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363810981796440882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall help my mum action abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that bouquet of flowers up there, she actually wrapped them herself. k la its not that a perfect job as compared to those done up by a florist but still, credits to her la ah. steady right she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the best part of it all is not the ceremony itself but what happens AFTER the ceremony oooo la la :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur= href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAWhh_uQZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/me858TJ8Z0I/s1600-h/P1020481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAWhh_uQZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/me858TJ8Z0I/s320/P1020481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363811921515397522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh aku live to mekan deiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end it off, in time to come, it will be aku's turn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur= href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVqeTrXvI/AAAAAAAAANg/-Eo2vaDPLFc/s1600-h/P1020497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 443px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVqeTrXvI/AAAAAAAAANg/-Eo2vaDPLFc/s320/P1020497.JPG" alt="" 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href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-wait-to-graduate-hahaha-ya-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SnAVrsSWeUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/A_lcUgBB6F8/s72-c/P1020435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-4563680183638701100</id><published>2009-07-26T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:27:00.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should step out of the curly wurly routine i do everyday. now that the curls are almost gone, as much as im really used to having my curls, perhaps i should stop doing what im doing and get my normal hair back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes time to comb my hair. time for some change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to start having as much fun as possible next week. even if it means i have to do stupid things alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now school's starting in a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4563680183638701100?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4563680183638701100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-step-out-of-curly-wurly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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like erm months months and many months, i shall head down to the hair salon to get my hair cut tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how you have the lil' butterflies in your stomach when the hair dresser starts snipping your hair away, and you start to worry if he/she really knows what she is doing. cos its like as if the more they cut, the shiok-er they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is how i never talk to the hair dresser while she/he is cutting your hair. cos you know, not everyone can multi task. no talking equals more concentration placed on your hair. hahaha k believe it or not, thats my logic la ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and above all, if it all turns out terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell yourself,&lt;br /&gt;no worries,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hair can grow one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11411362.post-1870976167499603904</id><published>2009-07-22T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:49:00.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change is the only constant thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is starting. so many to-dos on my list. i need to play intensively for the remaining few days. damn damn damn i need some time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i forget, we completed our 10km run!!!&lt;br /&gt;who da womannnnnn?!?! we da womannnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA ok enough of my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, there's no work tmr = dont have to wake up at a freaking six in the morning = get more sleep = SUPER DUPER TRIPLE HAPPY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping should be made my official hobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1870976167499603904?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1870976167499603904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-is-only-constant-thing-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1870976167499603904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1870976167499603904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-is-only-constant-thing-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6518704667644786721</id><published>2009-07-20T22:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:18:37.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im slowly turning into a damn results oriented freak who only emphasizes on teaching the points that are important for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha so much for wanting to "inspire" the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think ive alr turned into some mean bitch in school who scolds students even when they just talk. YES YES, just talk. HAHAHA  i tell you, you just cant help it. karma man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to curse and strangle these students when they start turning the class into a market. the scary thing is how i keep hearing students talking but when i look at their mouths, they are like not goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt rather loser knowing how ive all along wanted to be a teacher and all of a sudden, after experiencing it for a short time, i started thinking twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, i guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps afterall, what has happened is a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end it off,&lt;br /&gt;clubbing is not my cup of tea. pubbing will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics up on facebook. hahaha if im not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur= href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SmSQEOabvWI/AAAAAAAAANA/7OY2k1X92Ns/s1600-h/P1020364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style=" width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SmSQEOabvWI/AAAAAAAAANA/7OY2k1X92Ns/s320/P1020364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360567858740575586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SmSQv5v5MCI/AAAAAAAAANI/0zlNieIuiGw/s1600-h/P1020399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style=" width: 499px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SmSQv5v5MCI/AAAAAAAAANI/0zlNieIuiGw/s320/P1020399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360568609107685410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6518704667644786721?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6518704667644786721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-slowly-turning-into-damn-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6518704667644786721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6518704667644786721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-slowly-turning-into-damn-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SmSQEOabvWI/AAAAAAAAANA/7OY2k1X92Ns/s72-c/P1020364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-4741213739994066011</id><published>2009-07-15T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:53:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bag stinks so i attempted to un-stinkify it by spraying deodorant. turns out, it became worst. now, my room stinks. shitty shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly realised, i should start packing my room before sch starts. its like, my room is messy yet not very. basically, the mess is still tahan-able but it just seems like i should get everything neat and tidy before a new term begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright sch tmr again and its history test for them. THAT MEANS!!!! EIGHTY FREAKING SHEETS TO MARK!!!!!! ah i have this feeling im falling sick soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double double shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha k i should stop ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and head to bed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4741213739994066011?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4741213739994066011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bag-stinks-so-i-attempted-to-un.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4741213739994066011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4741213739994066011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bag-stinks-so-i-attempted-to-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-3346038615129246316</id><published>2009-07-15T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:02:14.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have mastered the skills of selective hearing. that include blocking out the noises,  hearing what i want to hear, pretending to not hear, not screaming as much, closing one eye or sometimes even two and above all, acting like i really cant hear them, even if they keep saying, "teacher, teacher, teacher...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha steady right?!?! now dont you think ive turned smarter?? :) :) :) k just say yes and make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i have come to a consensus with myself that the students are old enough to think and its afterall, their own life. but sometimes, seeing the sec 3s and 4s behaving as if they are pri sch kids make me wonder if they really know what on earth they are doing. and then, i start to wonder if i used to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, AHEMS AHEMS. i was and AM still a well behaved girl. or at least i choose to believe i am one :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, it was by hook or by crook that i needed the last week of my hols. even if that means i have to sin HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was a wrong reaction but ah whatever. it was a white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, it is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i cant wait to slack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3346038615129246316?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3346038615129246316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-mastered-skills-of-selective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3346038615129246316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3346038615129246316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-mastered-skills-of-selective.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8396670399276155653</id><published>2009-07-12T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:06:54.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, you never know until you try. and after you've tried it, you come to realise that perhaps that's not sth you really want. conclusion, unless you've tried, you can never be so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things in school cocked up. which means, work starts again tmr. so last fri wasnt my official last day of work afterall. shucks, i have never dread work this much. i guess its because i have the mentality that i should slack as much as i can before school starts. and, school is starting real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by hook or by crook, im definitely giving myself a week to slack and rest and sleep and play as much as i want before school starts and the whole studying begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, no more work for me after this two weeks, i swear. for now, money is to me, secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!! lets just say, who cares if i have to be up early and have no energy for work tmr. i shall catch Once on tv later!!!&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/11411362-8396670399276155653?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8396670399276155653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-you-never-know-until-you-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8396670399276155653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8396670399276155653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-you-never-know-until-you-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-7955680361531229396</id><published>2009-07-10T01:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:03:04.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i ever become a teacher, i think i'll create much problems for my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdly enough, i dont just speak normally in class when i teach. i shout. hahaha somehow, it feels like if i speak normally, the ppl at the back cant hear me. plus the fact that i actually scream at them at least once per period further explains everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont say that two weeks is long enough for me to experience what a life of a teacher is. but i would say, two weeks is long enough for the students to suck up all my energy. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, despite having to face those annoying rascals, it was overall a good experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today marks the day where i once again take up my ever so familiar career, slacker. hahaha eh its not easy to slack so much ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the teachers in st hildas was telling me how i should do sth more productive instead of sleeping almost my whole morning away. thing is, i define the word productive differently when it comes to the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say, sleeping is productive. hahaha in a way. besides, i should cherish my long sleeping hours before its gone. when school starts, tell me, apart from weekends, where can i actually find a day where i can practically sleep my morning away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes sense makes sense? yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha this is when i add in the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a time for everything. and now, its my hibernation period :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4057041238906565201</id><published>2009-07-08T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:24:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have learned how there isnt a need for an explanation to be made in every single thing i do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wished i could just block out the society's views towards certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;its like, why do i even bother about the way they think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so easy to put these in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive vowed to set aside some time to travel around the world, to the places ive always longed to go. three years from now, i'll satisfy this adventurous part of me before entering the working world, before i actually become too occupied or too exhausted from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, my dream of starting my own business remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright back to reality, i shall go think of what i can do to inspire the kids tmr on my last lesson with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah see im quite a nice teacher right.&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/11411362-4057041238906565201?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4057041238906565201/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-11411362.post-2944096368904569112</id><published>2009-07-07T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:29:22.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a love-hate relationship between me and my students. some days im rather excited to see them. some days i dread teaching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reaching two weeks of teaching the same old two classes and i know none of their names. not even one, ya very pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that boy/girl over there..."&lt;br /&gt;"your friend has said..."&lt;br /&gt;''YOU!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go learn the names of the nicer students tmr. and i kinda feel like giving only the nicer students each a lil' gift on the last day with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha im so bias. but some are reaaaaaaally irritating. so irritating till i reeeeallly reeeeeeally feel like giving them two tight slaps but sadly, i cant. i cant even send them out of class la. not that i want to but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i think i sound like some real evil mean witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if i used to behave like that in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright two more days till i resume my slacking career! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2944096368904569112?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2944096368904569112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-love-hate-relationship-between-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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word full would never be in my dictionary :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been exercising self resistance these days. thinking twice or even thrice before buying, even with the GSS. no impulse buying for me. so far so good, bank account has yet to dry up and turn into a double digit monster staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats good is, pay is coming next week and by then, i'll no longer be working :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to slack all daaaa way to prepare myself for the start of my new education journey. technically speaking, if i do not further my studies after getting a degree, this will be the last school im attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, a new journey unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad part about growing up is how we'll be given increasing number of responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention!!! transportation fees are faaaaaaar waaaaaay too expensive. especially since im so used to paying forty five cents, hearing the TOO TOO and not TOO. hahaha k thats just my small lil' rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i will cherish my last few studying years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know! perhaps the only solution to the expensive transportation fees is to wait for time to past. just wait till i become a senior citizen and then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can have my TOOOOO TOOOOO double TOOO back! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ah im real lame sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2066199797934549204?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2066199797934549204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-my-food-stamina-deteriorated.html#comment-form' 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total silence with eyes looking at me when i gave my lil' words of advice to the students. i felt like i was really teaching them something, despite it not being applicable to exams and tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly hit me that purely drilling them with info after info would only bring them this far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is moments like this where i gradually understand the true job of a teacher. to not only teach but to guide students in life. and im really grateful for them. without me realising, they have brought me to where i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8034218085632799412?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8034218085632799412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-felt-small-sense-of-accomplishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8034218085632799412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8034218085632799412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-felt-small-sense-of-accomplishment.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8923812137290088679</id><published>2009-06-27T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:01:47.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just stocked up on food. plus, durian season marks a large amount of durians at home. and you know, when food is around me, i cant help but to drown myself in them :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose to believe, choose la choose, that my twice or thrice jogs a week will burn those calories and allow me for further intake of foooooood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;shape run is coming!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8923812137290088679?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-11411362.post-2134105673003044343</id><published>2009-06-27T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:08:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solero Shot scared the shit out of me, i became my dad's girlfriend for a moment and, i need to burn some calories fast plus, refrain from starbucks for as long as i can tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my genting trip. short and sweet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha k more of being too lazy to elaborate. pics will be up soon once i dig out my usb cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its relief teaching again. but this time, i cannot just go into class, scream scream abit, vent my anger on the innocent students, shut them up, make them scared then leave the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i got to do some real teaching. whatmore!!! its the subject HISTORY. mygoodyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been four years since i last touched history. i'll try my best to read up on their syllabus though. but really, good luck to whoever thats going to land in my hands la ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k on the brighter side,&lt;br /&gt;at least i know when Singapore gained her independence. not so bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2134105673003044343?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2134105673003044343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/solero-shot-scared-shit-out-of-me-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the world. nor would i say i agree with every single thing he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would say, he has taught me alot. mainly life lessons. and thats enough for me. i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty five percent. yes, i will rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, AHEMS i bathed twice in three hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA i aint no dirty girl ok!!! ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, im keeping up with my frequent run. and im praying hard this wont die down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-702482325036803084?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/702482325036803084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-beginning-to-respect-my-dad-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/702482325036803084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/702482325036803084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-beginning-to-respect-my-dad-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8571088180723989137</id><published>2009-06-16T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:58:43.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was picnic, frisbee, bedok reservoir run and finally, zhi char ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me how one pri one boy asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"what is a bee that doesnt buzz?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, its much less tiring to run in the night. not to mention more cooling. only thing is, i wouldnt dare to run the reservoir alone at that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!&lt;br /&gt;time to plan what to do for today. its sister's day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall,&lt;br /&gt;i havent gotten over it yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4346754964674814437</id><published>2009-06-13T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:51:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd marked the end of the energy sucking camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, despite all their annoying, never ending, disgusting, see-alr-feel-like-strangling-them actions, weirdly enough, i actually rmb mainly just the cute and sweet part of them on the last day of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt good knowing how some insisted that they would come only if i were there. and, i was rather touched when a girl said to herself that she wished i was her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how such simple words can cover up for their damn naughty behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFJYpw1dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Yxo7TPhPdFU/s1600-h/Photo0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFJYpw1dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Yxo7TPhPdFU/s320/Photo0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833947646023122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see all these monsters hidden in sheep skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFJvnrfpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_oRoeJUTfIY/s1600-h/Photo0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFJvnrfpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_oRoeJUTfIY/s320/Photo0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833953811299986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called out to him,&lt;br /&gt;"eh brother!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, he came to me saying,&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhh? im not a christian leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFJGyGaKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JOJkuUGERy4/s1600-h/Photo0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFJGyGaKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JOJkuUGERy4/s320/Photo0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833942849153186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes damn naughty but see her freaking cute face, i dont even bear to scold her when she says no to whatever i ask her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFI1p-GfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ukQboTjyg0U/s1600-h/Photo0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFI1p-GfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ukQboTjyg0U/s320/Photo0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346833938251651570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a paedophile here but im positive how the girl on the left will grow up to be a rather pretty. and!!! her bf is the boy above in blue and specs. hahaha damn cute right. :) and the girl on the right, really tall for a pri 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im hoping ive impacted them in some way or another. be it big or small. be it about teaching them how to sweep the floor, or about how a team should work together and be united.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4346754964674814437?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SjPFJYpw1dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Yxo7TPhPdFU/s72-c/Photo0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-4885618937962918127</id><published>2009-06-10T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:42:04.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parents called in to complain that their kids walked too much during the excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;it is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids say the dumbest thing.&lt;br /&gt;and the parents actually buy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4885618937962918127?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11411362.post-1440540351209395495</id><published>2009-06-10T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:45:19.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have mastered the art of selective hearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1440540351209395495?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1440540351209395495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-mastered-art-of-selective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially sensitive to the word, 'cher cher'. the more i insisted on them calling me jie jie, the more they called me auntie, sadly. i should make use of reverse psychology next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their weapon starts with the letter W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once they start, they never stop until they get what they want. i swear, its lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kids are getting smarter. smarter than you'll ever know, in a not so good way that is. they know the word 'fucker' and 'sucker' and 'bastard' and 'walao' and they use it rather freely. they'll go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor hor &lt;/span&gt;when someone says any of the above but ends up using it themselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kid told me,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor hor&lt;/span&gt;!! cher, he use the word kkb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going through my vocabulary list of vulgarities but none fit those. so i asked him what that was and he told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kukubird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know to find them cute or what. one thing for sure, i only knew about flowers, sweets, butterflies and whales when i was pri 1 or 2. what fucker, sucker, bastard, walao. they never existed until i was in pri 6 or even sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i need some peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2538771353839406686?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2538771353839406686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-is-adorable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2538771353839406686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2538771353839406686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-is-adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-3554429519911151596</id><published>2009-06-07T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:02:58.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am awfully exhausted. ah it is moments like this where im so thankful i get to sleep in till late tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming mon to fri, no late nights. more early mornings. thats what i am not looking forward to. the waking up part would be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching up felt good. i love it when we just sit and chill and talk and perhaps reminisce about our past tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it and we should never stop doing it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, even the best fall down sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3554429519911151596?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3554429519911151596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-awfully-exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis was saying how money is my driving force cos she was amazed by how i managed to wake up. hahaha i sound so damn materialistic and lazy now. its true for the latter though. i nearly wanted to just sleep in cos i was lazy to travel. but sighhhh im sadly rather desperate for money. not that im in some urgent need to get stuffs but you know, slacking seriously absorbs a large portion of your savings. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway! its pri 1 and 2s for me in camp. good thing is, they will be shorter than me!!! MUAHAHAHAHA. puberty doesnt start so soon right. yes i dont think it does. but the bad thing is, i have a feeling pri 1 and 2s are gonna be damn hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are just hard to put in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is seriously more hip than me. and my sis said i really have a black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say, you botak head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as embarassing as this may sound,&lt;br /&gt;i shall watch Hannah Montana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5233998039522778880?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5233998039522778880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-set-up-was-tiring-and-for-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5233998039522778880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5233998039522778880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-set-up-was-tiring-and-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-3468454692432586933</id><published>2009-06-05T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:53:47.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally broke my cycle of not exercising for a week. tennis-ed and a 3km run. i can feel my legs aching alr. im beginning to worry for the 10km run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was reading the Shape magazine that was at Starbucks and it is moments like this where i get the sudden urge to tone up my body. many many many times, this sudden urge will die down in time to come, like within days or sometimes if im lucky, weeks. bottomline, it will soon die down cos 'll give in to the yummy fooood :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lets just hope this time would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is ah.&lt;br /&gt;how to resist good foooood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw bananananana on the table and i feel hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised how i ended my previous post with me feeling hungry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah see what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3468454692432586933?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3468454692432586933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finally-broke-my-cycle-of-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3468454692432586933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3468454692432586933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finally-broke-my-cycle-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-3615821693470857565</id><published>2009-06-03T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:48:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its all fated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or isit not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is officially more hip than me. she came back at two in the morning ytd and just left for clarke quay with her friends few hours ago. i supposed she is pubbing since she assured me she wont drink and re-assured me again before she left when i didnt mention anything about drinking. besides, i swear i cant imagine her clubbing. ohmy ohmy!!! wont wanna imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel a lil' loserish as compared to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden craving for Horlick ice cream, Astons, caramel corn, toffee nut frap, oh caramel frap will do too ah yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3615821693470857565?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3615821693470857565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-fated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3615821693470857565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3615821693470857565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-fated.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-9042669760653727954</id><published>2009-06-03T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:20:47.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got five stupid damn damn itchy bites from some stupid unknown insect which caused me two sleepless nights i tabole tahan!!!! i hope that really stupid insect get stomped by a giant ten times!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k no no make it twenty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-9042669760653727954?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/9042669760653727954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-five-stupid-damn-damn-itchy-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/9042669760653727954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/9042669760653727954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-five-stupid-damn-damn-itchy-bites.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6085177659217449511</id><published>2009-06-01T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:31:28.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so bloated. its high time i go back to my jogging. even my mum was reminding me of how i should start trg for the 10km run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i should stop being so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for my past few slacking days, i concluded how the Great Singapore Sale is not that great. maybe its just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give it one more week!! hahaha then i'll see if the sale is worth being labelled as the GREAT Singapore Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah k few more months before school starts and!!! I FEEL LIKE I HAVENT PLAYED ENOUGH YET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start planning more fun stuffs to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to break my four solid months of slacking, i got a job again!!! this time, its a job at some discovery camp. lets hope the pri sch kids are cute and bubbly and not irritating and even more irritating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright time to bathe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6085177659217449511?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6085177659217449511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-bloated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6085177659217449511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6085177659217449511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-bloated.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-2511022754667941550</id><published>2009-05-28T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:53:56.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been spending much of my time, doing rather feminine stuffs. i think i can soon take over my mum's position of being the 'chef' in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the word is soon la ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it has been, vegetarian pasta at trud's house. taken rather long ago though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1rTjWT5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kmyq3OafO5c/s1600-h/Photo0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1rTjWT5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kmyq3OafO5c/s320/Photo0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340542716781783026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we had cookie making!! but we didnt take any pics though. maybe cos the process was well, not so you know, hahaha presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, cookies turned out great! :) not lying ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, it was sushi making!! 2 containers of rice and we almost finished it all. my mum was shocked when i told her we used 2 containers of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know why until i realised, my family, 4 ppl, 1 container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha no wonder we felt bloated that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1p_woqQlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vPOw2H9YS7Q/s1600-h/Photo0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1p_woqQlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vPOw2H9YS7Q/s320/Photo0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340541277239394898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1p_pztcaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fIhpV3WCLYo/s1600-h/Photo0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1p_pztcaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fIhpV3WCLYo/s320/Photo0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340541275406692770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pie making session!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahems all the above with my darling LL ;) ;) k i sound so les but still, JJ JEALOUS NOT? see how you're losing hands down alr. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we "made" our pie and went on playing with her niece the princess. hahaha so cute i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1qYkFlewI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Tf7GbOX00yk/s1600-h/Photo0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1qYkFlewI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Tf7GbOX00yk/s320/Photo0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340541703367785218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, she gave a funny but still cute looking face when i was about to take her pic. then i told her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"princess cannot make funny face one. princess must smileeee :) :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she went, "okie!" and smiled immediately. there she goes up there! soooo damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it is.&lt;br /&gt;my slacking moments. and i supposed i'll still be slacking for the next two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and truthfully speaking,&lt;br /&gt;i kinda dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2511022754667941550?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2511022754667941550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-spending-much-of-my-time-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2511022754667941550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2511022754667941550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-spending-much-of-my-time-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sh1rTjWT5_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kmyq3OafO5c/s72-c/Photo0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-1631116483535370097</id><published>2009-05-25T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:40:29.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the three sisters, sis, mum (she thickskin-ly insisted she was one. now you see where i get my genes from.) and myself, went crazy over at k-box today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised how huge your lungs must be in order to sing Hot and Cold. i felt like Adam Lambert, minus the good voice, screaming at the top of my voice. my sis was saying she could hear me from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time at k-box and it was fun i must say. the craziness and all. besides, its the only place you get to sing as disgustingly as possible and nobody can say anything. HAHAHAHA not saying that i sing disgustingly ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GSS IS COMING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ole oleeee ole ole oleeeee, oleeeee, oleeeeeee~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1631116483535370097?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1631116483535370097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-sisters-sis-mum-she-thickskin-ly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1631116483535370097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1631116483535370097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-sisters-sis-mum-she-thickskin-ly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8390455562802399179</id><published>2009-05-25T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:35:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the third time i received such a message. each time i see it, reality sinks in deeper. its like im beginning to understand how death is not just merely the opposite of life. it is part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, many are saying how St Hilda's is cursed. i swear life is damn unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hoping i'll not receive any similar messages like that anymore. perhaps only until i grow old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8390455562802399179?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8390455562802399179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-third-time-i-received-such-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8390455562802399179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8390455562802399179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-third-time-i-received-such-message.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6708469246176053153</id><published>2009-05-18T23:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:33:43.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you study damn hard for a good degree, come out to work, slog and slog till you get promoted. then, you slog and slog and slog even more to climb up that never ending ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then? whats next? slog even more than before??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, you get a degree and then, a job, of which you only do what is enough to keep your job. you get your pay and with the money, you go ahead in doing the things you have always been passionate about. basically, fulfilling your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money or passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised how many are unable to put their jobs aside and settle for passion after they have entered the working world and become successful in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the kind of satisfaction you get out of being able to climb up the ladder successfully is worth more than doing something you're passionate about. you know, like you get the kind of adrenaline rush when you see the numbers in your bank account accumulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe afterall, money wins over passion since it is necessary for survival. besides, success is often linked with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i would rather choose to settle for passion, im positive about me being swayed in time to come. the fact that i actually worry about my future, about whether i would be able to earn enough explains everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there is the intersection where passion and money come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are the chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again again, i tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im probably thinking a lil' too far. who knows what will happen to me next time. the thing about life is how unexpected it always turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6708469246176053153?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6708469246176053153/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-11411362.post-2016474381985705629</id><published>2009-05-17T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:52:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at it again. sims 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sim i created in there, whoa, her life, screwed like nobody's business i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a romance aspiration. she seduced her best friend's husband, got slapped by her, seduced other husbands, soon turned old, couldnt reproduce, adopted a child, wanted to retire but yet worry for the child. so, she decided to marry a freaking young dude, he is 20, she is 54, all so that she could retire and get the pension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how screwed is that man. in reality, she is labelled as a freaking cheap whore. in the virtual world, she is a sexy senior and a heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know how moral values can be ruined through video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, im perfectly upright k. hahahaha or at least i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was finally shopping and not window shopping today !!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is, when im willing to be less like a cheapo kia, i couldnt find anything i like. or rather, some were nice but not worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its like once a cheapo kia always a cheapo kia sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, my money was well spent on foooood. :D :D i think im more willing to spend on food than on clothes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me!! i freaking cant do a single pull up la. even when i jump k. its like im too heavy for my arms. and i thought i was able to do it cos i was able to do it when i was, well, in pri school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, cannot even do halfway damn loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to console myself, ahems.&lt;br /&gt;my legs strong legs strong. never my arms la ah. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh legs sore. arms sore. vision rather blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;it was a worthily good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha if there's ever such a phrase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2016474381985705629?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2016474381985705629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-at-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2016474381985705629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2016474381985705629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-at-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5475286568232257851</id><published>2009-05-16T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:54:01.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hatred for ants was revealed to me again a few moments ago. so much for me saying cockroach was number one on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cockroaches, not that disgusting anymore cos as much as i dont want to, i think im used to killing them alr. besides, they dont come in bulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sensitive to ants now that i'll instantly think an ant is nearby when its only a strand of hair that was blown by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how im contradicting myself and i know how i'll sound so un-feminine but still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNNNNNN THOSE KUKUFIED ANNOYING DISGUSTING GOOSEBUMP-ISH ANTS!!!!!!! DIE ANTS DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand why ppl actually curse and swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5475286568232257851?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5475286568232257851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hatred-for-ants-was-revealed-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5475286568232257851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5475286568232257851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hatred-for-ants-was-revealed-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-45865432722440293</id><published>2009-05-11T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:22:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too much calories, too lil' sweat. i should get back to frequent jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum asked me to do sth more 'havoc' to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should dye my hair like allison. HAHAHA STRIKING RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havoc enough not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i should get some hair treatment first before contemplating to even do anything to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;is it very cheapo if i go to a salon just to get my free hair treatment and then make a move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah but then again, im the cheapo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kia &lt;/span&gt;so who cares right? k its high time i save my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few more months before school begins. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should do up a to-do list. and then, strike them off one by one to feel the sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right up on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 clarke quay bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for that sudden surge of courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop the beat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5495337531345747575</id><published>2009-05-10T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:21:11.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as much as this person wants to cherish his mum, he was unable to do so. likewise for his daughters because breast cancer was incurable at that time. she was young, her daughters were even younger. but who knew that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told,&lt;br /&gt;"cherish your mum..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only her but all my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i get so used to them always being around me that i forget how they might one day leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes life example like this to knock us back into the reality. the reality of how mortality is inevitable, to both the young and old. it brings me back to one simple life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take anyone for granted, hold every person close to your heart, because you might one day wake up and realise that you have lost a diamond while being too busy collecting stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say, i do respect him. he told me to study hard for a good cert and not be like his daughters who got married at the age of 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said,&lt;br /&gt;"that piece of toilet paper is really important because only with that toilet paper, you can then shit at any toilet bowl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how a short fifteen minutes conversation with a stranger could stir up much thoughts in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most life lessons cannot be taught in the classroom. how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end this off.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i do feel irritated by your nagging at times, im really aware of all that you have done for me and i thank you for that. dont worry, i wont dump you into the old folks home next time. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, much.&lt;br /&gt;happy mother's day &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5495337531345747575?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5495337531345747575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-much-as-this-person-wants-to-cherish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Oh yeah )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there's a letter in your bag for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Please, Please, Mister Postman )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why's it takin' such a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Oh yeah )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For me to hear from &lt;strike&gt;that boy&lt;/strike&gt; those unis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5512034717856810567?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5512034717856810567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-mister-postman-look-and-see-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5512034717856810567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5512034717856810567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-mister-postman-look-and-see-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-985226554450499780</id><published>2009-05-08T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:09:37.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gossip Girl season two is coming to an end!!! now i dont know to be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing im sure, i so cant wait for the ending oh god so exciting!!!!! yet on the other hand, i still want to continue chasing after that show, being happy when i see a new episode up online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha never thought i will have mixed feelings for erm. a tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, check this out!! k but you should skip the remaining post if you dont fancy or watch gossip girl. or, im pretty sure you'll think im excited over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gossip Girl decides to liven things up at the Constance Billard and St. Jude’s graduation by sending out a shocking and damaging email blast in the midst of the commencement ceremony, stirring Serena to come up with a plan of attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mean Girls challenge Jenny to throw her hat in the ring to succeed Blair as Queen Bee next year. Lily and Rufus struggle to repair their relationship after Lily’s betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the cliffhangers, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair and Chuck finally…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and Serena is shocked by…and Georgina decides to…and Dan, Nate, and Vanessa unknowingly….and it all happens in the series’ climactic season finale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha yes i was crazy enough to actually google this but i cant wait!! goody good sth to be excited over :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY BLAIR AND CHUCK BETTER GET TGT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were the producer of this show, this is my happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blair and chuck TGT OF COS.&lt;br /&gt;nate and vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;dan and serena.&lt;br /&gt;georgina should get back to boot camp.&lt;br /&gt;rufus and lily married.&lt;br /&gt;jenny, not impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so expected right. but i like!! hahahaha i only like happy endings. perhaps thats why i cant be a scriptwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and above all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuck is making himself really much more charming than he usually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh k this is such a gossip girl update. apologies if it seemed really alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright enough of my gossip girl moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need some sleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-985226554450499780?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/985226554450499780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/gossip-girl-season-two-is-coming-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/985226554450499780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/985226554450499780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/gossip-girl-season-two-is-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4850193594138319734</id><published>2009-05-07T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:39:36.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i used to look for the ball in my room for sentosa trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just moments ago, i found myself looking for the ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to rest my leg on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i sound like some lazy pok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda miss the old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, TODAY was pasta day. we decided its time we flaunt our cooking skills. and it felt like we were making some potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end product, OOO LA LA :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for my plan to run every single day. that lasted for only a few weeks. started off well. ended off badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its only twice a week. sometimes even once. how disciplined ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think,&lt;br /&gt;i will die for the 10km run. HAHAHAHA thats for overestimating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, we shall complete the run without stopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its good to overestimate yourself once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4850193594138319734?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4850193594138319734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-used-to-look-for-ball-in-my-room-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4850193594138319734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4850193594138319734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-used-to-look-for-ball-in-my-room-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-1203354644518036588</id><published>2009-05-06T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:47:48.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from slippers to heels.&lt;br /&gt;bare skin to makeup.&lt;br /&gt;t-shirts to blouses.&lt;br /&gt;virgin hair to dyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no longer about having my parents plan for my life, like how they did when i first started out in pri school and all i had to do was to show my not so happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im pretty sure if i dont plan for myself, no one will. if i dont figure out the things that concern my future, no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that makes alot of sense cos afterall, i am the one leading this life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just hoping through this whole process of growing up and entering adulthood in years to come, i dont find myself being stuck in the working life, forgetting about my dream of travelling around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy while i can and!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN IDOL is up next :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, ADAM LAMBERT:D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once, im a lil' less lazy alr cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've uploaded the pictures!!! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SgGVuby2aMI/AAAAAAAAALo/KK8zguy2_rQ/s1600-h/Photo0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SgGVuby2aMI/AAAAAAAAALo/KK8zguy2_rQ/s320/Photo0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332708058750937282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SgGVu3BESLI/AAAAAAAAALw/sXGuby18EWo/s1600-h/Photo0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SgGVu3BESLI/AAAAAAAAALw/sXGuby18EWo/s320/Photo0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332708066058324146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1203354644518036588?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1203354644518036588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-slippers-to-heels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1203354644518036588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1203354644518036588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-slippers-to-heels.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SgGVuby2aMI/AAAAAAAAALo/KK8zguy2_rQ/s72-c/Photo0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-3678168094898485698</id><published>2009-05-04T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:40:38.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhh im so bored. i turned in at ten ytd, woke up at twelve, slept again and woke up at ten in the morning. and i just took an hour nap just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as sleeping makes me happy, i think i ought to find sth more productive to do. but then again, sleeping isnt very unproductive right :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been relying on things like american idol and america's next top model to make me happy during weekdays. apart from that, baking has been a rather frequent thing for me. and i realised how just a simple teaspoon of vanilla essence can make a whole big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little things do wonders. its the little things that makes a difference :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!! i have decided not to work!!! k perhaps just those events job, you know, those one two day job. hahahahaha im such a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not gonna spend my time sleeping la ah. thats just for today. i shall plan my day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still waiting for the kuku letter or perhaps a phone call. its making me anxious over my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all fails, i shall proceed to my second option. better send out my application ASAP. as of now, i'll continue waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random random note, im so afraid to sneeze now (especially since i sneeze rather alot, EVEN BEFORE THIS SWINE FLU THING) cos of the LOOK ppl give me, the are-you-suffering-from-swine-flu look. then i have to give back the no-i-so-dont-have-swine-flu-its-just-my-usual-sinus-problem look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha k no la as much i wish i could give them that look, i didnt. simply cos i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go practise my face muscles later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im off to making pizzas!! or rather, pitazzas!! a healthier and less calories option :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3678168094898485698?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3678168094898485698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhhhhhhh-im-so-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3678168094898485698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3678168094898485698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhhhhhhh-im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6315640502025506220</id><published>2009-05-03T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:46:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think cockroaches have a thing in me this year. they cant help but to keep flying into my house, and grossly enough, into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no ah, its not because my house or room is dirty k. OR NEITHER is it because i didnt bathe ok. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just, well, coincidentally, they happen to appear in front of me. twice. YUCKS. and out of the two times, they died in my hands :D :D :D to be precise, one died under my powerful feet and the other died under my powerful whacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i swore not to kill a cockroach again cos i was awfully grossed out when i stomped one to death. especially since it was flattened yucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, i couldnt help but to kill another cos it flew in through my toilet's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've turned into some serial cockroach killer. next time, i'll make use of the DICTIONARY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMMEDIATE INSTANT DEATH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6315640502025506220?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6315640502025506220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-cockroaches-have-thing-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6315640502025506220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6315640502025506220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-cockroaches-have-thing-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-1864193554579485605</id><published>2009-05-02T01:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:01:06.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im freaking tired now and my eyes cant wait to shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kukufied thing is, i got to wait for my hair to dry before turning in. thats the problem with having to dry your hair naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about hair! we TONGED (HAHAHA!) our hair in the middle of the night, or perhaps even burning each others hair hahahaha, but the process was hilarious though. especially when i was trying to get the right curls for my darling, which ultimately well, failed, rather terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing about the tong-ers, you get to see yourself in another hairstyle. after few years of curly hair, i actually finally see myself in straight hair again :) :) :) and i didnt realise my hair was that long until i straightened it. now right, i think i can go act in like The Eye movie or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outcomes of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs0k5RiIpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/o5HI3FUNOko/s1600-h/Photo0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs0k5RiIpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/o5HI3FUNOko/s320/Photo0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330912392377410194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterpiece of liz, whom insists the curls she did on my darling's are nicer than the curls i did on her. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now darling!! you say!! which curls are nicer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEMS DARLING!! YOU LOVE ME RIGHT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs0kTUe1SI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vcub_EpBJ7k/s1600-h/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs0kTUe1SI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vcub_EpBJ7k/s320/Photo0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330912382189229346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterpiece of lelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfswiyDjQOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q593Co8LtsY/s1600-h/Photo0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfswiyDjQOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q593Co8LtsY/s320/Photo0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330907958033465570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterpiece of lelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit i suddenly realised i dont actually have any masterpiece!! aiyooo k quite throw face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfswjAGPvlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6fXF09YfDLI/s1600-h/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfswjAGPvlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6fXF09YfDLI/s320/Photo0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330907961802866258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfsxOuhVU_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/q0pJaho0COo/s1600-h/Photo0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfsxOuhVU_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/q0pJaho0COo/s320/Photo0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330908712998884338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfsxO0Xm7UI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rrhxypyRV1E/s1600-h/Photo0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SfsxO0Xm7UI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rrhxypyRV1E/s320/Photo0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330908714568707394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs2CR-OKAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LkmaCQjq0Po/s1600-h/Photo0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs2CR-OKAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LkmaCQjq0Po/s320/Photo0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330913996735129602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs4zfgYdYI/AAAAAAAAALg/WM6XsgDxONc/s1600-h/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs4zfgYdYI/AAAAAAAAALg/WM6XsgDxONc/s320/Photo0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330917041204917634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the rather spastic but you know, still pretty smile of mine in some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA k im just being the thickskin me as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics but i desperately need my sleep alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1864193554579485605?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sfs0k5RiIpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/o5HI3FUNOko/s72-c/Photo0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-836526558784419574</id><published>2009-04-30T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:47:35.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised how there's a photo when my blog is viewed under IE and there isnt any when its viewed under mozilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt put any photos up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha freaky or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last few months of break.&lt;br /&gt;even if i really do end up being jobless all the way, i ought to do sth meaningful and worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-836526558784419574?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/836526558784419574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-realised-how-theres-photo-when-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/836526558784419574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/836526558784419574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-realised-how-theres-photo-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8933755989972641116</id><published>2009-04-28T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:17:56.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i think im suffering from indigestion now. cant stop burping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im considering if i should get my hair highlighted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST consideration #1 : MOOLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consideration #2 : whether my hair will turn into food for cows after previous curling and highlighting and now highlighting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consideration #3 : what if i transform into a lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consideration #4 : i cant undo the highlights. unless of course, i dye it back black. which brings me back to consideration #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha you know what. i think im being quite retarded here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i didnt see that 50% on all colour treatment the other day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i just sounded so cheapo. but ah whatever, with my current situation, i now only go for discounted stuffs. BOO BOO HOO HOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life gives you lemon, you make lemonade out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/Pictures/life%20at%20yjc/b188184092.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8933755989972641116?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8933755989972641116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit-i-think-im-suffering-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8933755989972641116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8933755989972641116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit-i-think-im-suffering-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-1244412228874741869</id><published>2009-04-27T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:26:35.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i had a chance to choose a talent to possess, i would want a powerful singing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its really amazing how i can actually feel one's emotions being expressed just through him/her singing a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i want to, you know, experience the feeling of being able to hit a high note and hold it for some time, nicely. hahaha the last word is so impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out these two vid and you'll get what i mean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_ObZtT_gvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_ObZtT_gvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgUe7zibLaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgUe7zibLaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great singers, great music.&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine life without music... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah k i wont want to imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1244412228874741869?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1244412228874741869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-had-chance-to-choose-talent-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1244412228874741869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1244412228874741869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-had-chance-to-choose-talent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-507059510041033411</id><published>2009-04-25T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:40:41.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im craving for some nice soothing jazzy music, a cup of caramel frap and just a simple relaxing conversation.&lt;br /&gt;music, coffee, friends. its such simple things in life that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went chomp chomp to chomp (hahaha k not funny) those food up today and i thought that place was kinda over-rated. or maybe, im just not much of a food critic. still, im a happy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im an even happier girl after watching ytd's americal idol results show. now, im betting on adam lambart to finish them off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-507059510041033411?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/507059510041033411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-craving-for-some-nice-soothing-jazzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/507059510041033411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/507059510041033411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-craving-for-some-nice-soothing-jazzy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8866526034426161169</id><published>2009-04-22T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:57:12.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hellooooooooo. i realised how i havent been putting a greeting before i start blogging for a rather long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i realised how its been perhaps a year or even more since i last sent out an email. to break that record of mine, i sent out one today, asking for a job as an ice cream scooper. now dont laugh k, or oh even worst!! dont even think i cannot reach the ice cream tub to scoop the ice cream out ahhhh i know you naughty ppl. hahahaha so ya, lets just hope they will get back to me soon. and lets also hope that the pay is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even better, let me just pray hard that the pri sch will call me soon so i can not be an ice cream scooper and i can earn rather good moolahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im really desperate cos my bank account is reaching its pathetic state again!!! i dont want that nightmare scene to re-enact and!!!!! im hoping i can change my window shopping hobby to SHOPPING hobby muahahahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but k i should stop day dreaming first cos im still far from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end it off,&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambart's performance was hot today :):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, why is he even gay in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, when is that freaking uni thing coming?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8866526034426161169?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8866526034426161169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-hellooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8866526034426161169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8866526034426161169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-hellooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6246484520652488284</id><published>2009-04-19T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:05:21.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it took me almost an hour just to switch this freaking com on. no kidding. i even turned to talking to the com, encouraging it, sayanging it and telling it that its perhaps the last time that its ever gonna be switched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i was really desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're wondering why im actually so free as to spend an hour just to switch on the com, think about the word unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how when i was working at cotton on, i wished i was unemployed just so that i could have more time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that ive left the job, im hoping im employed (with income flowing in :) :) :) :) ) cos i have too much time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im holding on to my phone almost every hour. all in hope that i'll recieve calls soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. calls from uni.&lt;br /&gt;2. a call from the pri sch to start my job. ah i cant wait to earn money again cos that means shopping and not window shopping :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND upon knowing how the no of applicants for the teaching degree increased by 50% and that more are applying for arts degree, my worry bug came knocking on my door again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why like that, why why why?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increased competition = probably lesser chances of getting in = so screwed = how can i not worry?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to dislike this phase of post a levels period. cos i can do nth but to wait... and wait... and wait for the uni outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that,&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im ranting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, my dad sis and myself tried breaking into the house just now. and we failed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you,&lt;br /&gt;being a burglar takes necessary skills man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is too wordy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6246484520652488284?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6246484520652488284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-took-me-almost-hour-just-to-switch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6246484520652488284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6246484520652488284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-took-me-almost-hour-just-to-switch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6804247655332340619</id><published>2009-04-17T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:43:41.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my com is aging. TERRIBLY. like it has some terminal disease and has already reached its final stage. it has clearly indicated to me with its random moaning and frequent black outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means, i need a new com, desperately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6804247655332340619?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6804247655332340619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-com-is-aging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6804247655332340619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6804247655332340619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-com-is-aging.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-3164571521997238934</id><published>2009-04-12T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:12:21.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i very much admired adam lambart ever since the beginning cos i thought he was rather attractive in his own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;weeks later, few told me that eight days reported him being homo. i decided for once to not believe those rumours from the tabloids cos aiyer, cant be most artists i think are attractive are gays right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;after watching him from the results show, which i thought he looked rather &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i decided to go google him, hopefully, to give some justice to my taste in male artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURNS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was awfully &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr am i really really only attracted to gay male artists? he is like the third male artist whom i like but turns out to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why like that????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got a part time job at home. that is, to keep my sis awake when she accidentally falls asleep while studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus point, i get to do whatever i want to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha. im feeling cheeky.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh no la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have got nth better to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go look for new recipes to bake on tues!! now HELLO YOU, my tester, again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3164571521997238934?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3164571521997238934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-very-much-admired-adam-lambart-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3164571521997238934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3164571521997238934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-very-much-admired-adam-lambart-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5353739977656959139</id><published>2009-04-09T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:42:34.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i placed NIE as one of my choices, i was questioning myself if i really REALLY do want to be a teacher in a few years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back, i went for relief teaching. no doubt there was the karma i was told i would get. the karma for making too much noise in class previously and hence, being held in charge of a sec one normal tech class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i stepped in, i screamed my lungs off. but as sadist as this may sound, it was whoooo~ screaming at the noisy students allow you to vent your anger i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, after some interaction with them, i realised how amazing these students can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the lesson, i got to know an origami boy, the 3am boy, ah seng and ah beng, a smiley girl, relac boy and managed to get two students to promise me to score full marks for their mid year exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised.&lt;br /&gt;each class i enter, i get a brand new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its just the first day. but as far as i know, i dont think i'll ever regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5353739977656959139?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5353739977656959139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-placed-nie-as-one-of-my-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5353739977656959139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5353739977656959139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-placed-nie-as-one-of-my-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4283847265489217590</id><published>2009-04-05T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:20:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;husband:&lt;/span&gt; "eee, why her skin like that one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wife: &lt;/span&gt;"sunburnt la!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some moments later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teenager 1:&lt;/span&gt; "EHH LOOK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teenager 2: &lt;/span&gt;"you never experience that before meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou shall no longer wait. im so gonna exfoliate my skin tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-4283847265489217590?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4283847265489217590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/husband-eee-why-her-skin-like-that-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4283847265489217590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4283847265489217590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/husband-eee-why-her-skin-like-that-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4774154857927964477</id><published>2009-04-05T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:35:00.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, its good to get away from the usual routine and just sit and stare at the never-ending sky filled with stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite how i rant about being sick of slacking and all,&lt;br /&gt;life still feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL,&lt;br /&gt;i need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can say, im desperate for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, a day to rmb. i swear i saw a shooting star. but it was too late to make a wish then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope i wont spend my life away, not doing anything fulfilling.&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/11411362-4774154857927964477?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4774154857927964477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-its-good-to-get-away-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4774154857927964477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/4774154857927964477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-its-good-to-get-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-1142131375290904039</id><published>2009-04-03T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:39:41.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im peeling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; disgustingly. even my scalp is peeling omg. this can easily be labelled as the worst burnt ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im spending each day with no plans no aim no nothing. i tak suka that. i need some plans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, the weather is scorching hot!!!!! i lagi tak suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i shall go find the ingredients to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, that includes finding ppl to help me finish up the baked food!! hahahaha hello you!! :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1142131375290904039?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1142131375290904039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-peeling-super-disgustingly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1142131375290904039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1142131375290904039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-peeling-super-disgustingly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6034863279600878600</id><published>2009-04-01T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:21:43.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a giraffe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are like patches on my shoulders from the peeled and un-peeled skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having thoughts of going back to the beach to even it out. then, only to realise upon google-ing that that should be the last thing on my mind cos that'll lead to high risk of skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha thank god for the Internet which makes info so accessible. ah reminds me of GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a huge craving for CHICK FLICKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and imma gonna go satisfy my craving todaeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6034863279600878600?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6034863279600878600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-giraffe-theres-patches-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;as weird as this may sound, i enjoy the feeling of playing under the sun and being 'cooked' by it. (but not too extreme of cos) then, only to find myself returning home with a random tan which can heng heng be nice or sway sway be just labelled as, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only thing i dislike is the really chaota part on the shoulders which inflict pain on your skin when touched. now that, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, as much as i hate the chaota part, the pros far outweigh the cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, frisbee aside. we shall have our own ball competition :) hahaha k this sounds damn sick but no i dont mean it THAT way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT HAHAHAHAHA which reminds me!! darling, round ball, not flat ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha k now pardon the sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5327589935408449606?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5327589935408449606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-that-ive-felt-it-once-again-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5327589935408449606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5327589935408449606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-that-ive-felt-it-once-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-2459502654586615166</id><published>2009-03-27T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:01:37.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been carrying my phone with me for the past few days. as normal as this may sound, adding more details like, carrying my phone with me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when im actually at home&lt;/span&gt; for the past few hour, makes it a little less normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when an unknown no. appears on my caller id, it gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hope was for the school to ring me up when there's a vacancy. now thats for applying in late for a job in school. lets just hope they have really naughty students and need more teacher assistant to be made available :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, if the phone doesnt ring, i shall look for other alternatives cos i think i had enough of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa i never thought i would actually HAVE ENOUGH of slacking but ya, i really do. i should start work asap. perhaps at Starbucks? hahaha but the pay is sigh, really quite pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go take my slow jog with my music in my running shoes and my socks. but first, i shall go poo poo in my toiletbowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA oh my, im so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 mys in total. ah im so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so long, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha make that, 7, my lucky no. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2459502654586615166?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2459502654586615166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-carrying-my-phone-with-me-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2459502654586615166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2459502654586615166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-carrying-my-phone-with-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-281269062759439587</id><published>2009-03-24T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:17:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my biological clock is so screwed. i cant turn in before 1am and i got up only to find myself resorting to blogging this redundant post in order to bore me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for wanting to turn in early so as to in turn get up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my school-days-biological clock where despite me always being late, i still get up before 730am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be desperate for even just a few minutes of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this method is not working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-281269062759439587?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/281269062759439587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-biological-clock-is-so-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/281269062759439587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/281269062759439587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-biological-clock-is-so-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-6515515521512808395</id><published>2009-03-23T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:37:00.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need some moisturizer before my skin dries up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS,&lt;br /&gt;pimples pimples go away. oh and, never come again another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i concluded my fringe is the cause of the recent pimpies. (i gave them such a nice name, they better disappear quick ok.) now my fringe will be 24hr pinned up, even during my sleep. how kiasu of me but aiya whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall head to the doc on wed. for some pimpies exterminator plus some moisturizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like im going for some extreme consultation but better heal it fast or it becomes bad. the pimpies ought to die i tell you! they make me less cantik. BUT AHEMS, still cantik la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA k enough of my vainpot moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for, YOU WANNA BE ON TOP?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!!&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/11411362-6515515521512808395?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6515515521512808395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-some-moisturizer-before-my-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6515515521512808395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6515515521512808395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-some-moisturizer-before-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5847757792433579091</id><published>2009-03-22T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:59:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever wished you had more than seven days in a week?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall vow, again, to get my ass off Singapore this holiday, even if it is to Malaysia. by hook or by crook, i'll use my charms to charm my parents. just by hearing about the recent Malaysia trip makes me really want to get my ass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha k whats with me and my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i worry over the slightest things in life that concerns about my future. and that is really quite retarded of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worrying about whether i saw the bill ref no correctly.&lt;br /&gt;worrying about whether ive keyed the right pin no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worry this worry that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo does that mean i'll have more wrinkles and white hair next time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5847757792433579091?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5847757792433579091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-wished-you-had-more-than-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5847757792433579091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5847757792433579091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-wished-you-had-more-than-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-2134178288042084987</id><published>2009-03-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:48:15.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it only me or is ntu's webpage really under service maintenance now? i was asking my sis and she told me no one applies at such an unearthly hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this thing in me that keeps haunting me to keep track of the date. its like i have this fear of getting by 1st April without applying for uni. ohmyholygoodness. if i ever ever EVER just miss 1st April without applying, i ought to just bang the wall three times stab myself five times and shoot myself to death seriously seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadline set for myself to apply, 25th March. any later and i shall just go bang the wall. but only one time will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha k is this called kiasu or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; i shall vow to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; so much for wanting to jog every single day, i could only keep up to two times a week. high time i have some discipline starting from mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; i must go get a freaking job again. maybe sth more impactful and sth, different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised, perhaps the lack of company my mum has at home has led to her wanting to get a parrot. initially, i thought she was just joking. but mygoodyness, the cage of the birdie has arrived!!! it is, to me, hideous looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine a bird in it. @.@ (hahaha quite a retarded smiley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i sound like some turn off inhuman girl with no compassion at all. but aiyer i just dont like having another living thing around. i think it feels rather weird. or maybe im just the weird one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i think i just have no affinity with pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i'll adapt to it since my mum seems really really into the sigh, birdie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: check ntu website first thing in the morning tmr. HAHAHA k kiasu, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah, whatever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-2134178288042084987?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/2134178288042084987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-only-me-or-is-ntus-webpage-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2134178288042084987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/2134178288042084987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-only-me-or-is-ntus-webpage-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-983294184292618353</id><published>2009-03-20T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:16:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget about the previous entry. good thing about being in a mother and daughter r/s, we hold no grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside,&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT TO FEAST!!!!!!! i want my appetizer, main course, drinks and dessert!! whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i better be discipline enough to do some running tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD :) :) :) :) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-983294184292618353?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/983294184292618353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-about-previous-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/983294184292618353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/983294184292618353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-about-previous-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-3154916924696570241</id><published>2009-03-17T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:03:10.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bag stinks and im trying of ways to un-stinkify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i randomly opened my folder and i realised a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're not sth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you either pretend that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sb9HDAhHMtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0hIsA4dI6EQ/s1600-h/P2140761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sb9HDAhHMtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0hIsA4dI6EQ/s320/P2140761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314044202324538066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you force others to make you become that sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sb9F011lq7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ix45HlimCok/s1600-h/P2140756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sb9F011lq7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ix45HlimCok/s320/P2140756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314042859427834802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after all that short moment of glory, you must admit defeat by making yourself look even shorter than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sb9JQmNyvyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xH66FGLYLgY/s1600-h/P2140760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sb9JQmNyvyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xH66FGLYLgY/s320/P2140760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314046634805608226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now dont you sense my boredom here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah so much for wanting my long jog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-3154916924696570241?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/3154916924696570241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bag-stinks-and-im-trying-of-ways-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3154916924696570241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/3154916924696570241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bag-stinks-and-im-trying-of-ways-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sb9HDAhHMtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0hIsA4dI6EQ/s72-c/P2140761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-8875497622323264250</id><published>2009-03-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:35:45.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if there's ever one thing i hate about being a girl, its the bloody monthly thing (hahaha pun intended) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i never get cramps. i can no longer proudly say im cramps-free. as of now till five days later, it sucks to be a girl. and the song thats running in my head now...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if i were a boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no im not pms-ing. :) - smiley face added to support my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha pardon the lameness k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as introverted as this may sound, its good to spend some time out roaming alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8875497622323264250?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8875497622323264250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-theres-ever-one-thing-i-hate-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8875497622323264250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8875497622323264250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-theres-ever-one-thing-i-hate-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-4812844148314672179</id><published>2009-03-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:59:53.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i headed down to the airport and i got a tiny step closer to my dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dropped by Paris, for the Eiffel tower. call it a every girl's dream to see the Eiffel tower. or perhaps not only every girl but every boy too. hahaha. weirdly enough, im attracted to only the lightings of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la and maybe a lil' lil' attracted to the structure of it. still, the lighting win. HANDS DOWN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SbqZ96P4mFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O3BWSLzK03o/s1600-h/Eiffel_Tower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312727999323871314" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SbqZ96P4mFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O3BWSLzK03o/s320/Eiffel_Tower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i headed to New York, for the Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SbqaPVReWvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g27sl1EQkmg/s1600-h/statue-of-liberty-ny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312728298636073714" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SbqaPVReWvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g27sl1EQkmg/s320/statue-of-liberty-ny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only dream country i missed was London. im charmed by the lightings along the streets. maybe its too much of western dramas that propaganda-ed me into thinking how just the streets in these countries look so appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sbqae451_dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MHc-rQS3q6A/s1600-h/xmaslights1PA_468x326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312728565898673618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Sbqae451_dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MHc-rQS3q6A/s320/xmaslights1PA_468x326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, we should add more warm orange lightings along the streets of Singapore. then, i seriously wouldnt mind walking alr:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha not that im originally a very lazy girl but ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its 2 countries within a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR you could say, even lesser than a day.&lt;br /&gt;OR you could also say, i should wake up from my dream and start dreaming abit longer.&lt;br /&gt;OR rather, start dreaming more than abit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ah im so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;im a happy girl in a, well, maybe not so happy world.&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/11411362-4812844148314672179?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/4812844148314672179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-headed-down-to-airport-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-1573667486272375388</id><published>2009-03-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:33:06.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was some rather traditional type of fun we had yesterday. kite flying with no wind and chinese chess while waiting for the wind. hope was at its minimum level when we waited for hours just for some strong wind to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but our long wait paid off well. afterall, chinese chess taught us what its best at teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im alr looking forward to what lies ahead of me. and as weird as i may sound, im looking forward to be able to use that rusty brain of mine. but yet at the same time, i kinda want this period to past as slowly as it can cos i doubt i'll ever have such a long slacking break again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;tampines is SERIOUSLY overcrowding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound like a sadist now but everytime i walk past that freaking crowded inter, i just feel like banging those ppl all down. yes, everyone of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, dont think sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-1573667486272375388?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/1573667486272375388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-some-rather-traditional-type-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/1573667486272375388'/><link rel='self' 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come to think of it, ive learnt much, enjoyed much, played much, slacked much, studied whoa a whole lot much, went through much and definitely, forged many true friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regrets in yj?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im hoping for arts and social. or not, arts degree in education in order to pursue my teaching career and hopefully subsequently, doing my own business, being my own boss. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but thats still pretty far to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to have this strong feeling after the return of a's results that my subsequent decision will change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but weirdly enough, i feel more matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised,&lt;br /&gt;i worry damn alot. like DAMN alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking much about these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i graduate and am left hanging there, jobless?&lt;br /&gt;what if the economy is still facing with a recession when i graduate?&lt;br /&gt;what if i end up in a course i dislike?&lt;br /&gt;what if i become a lost sheep, having nowhere to go?&lt;br /&gt;what if i dont earn enough to support myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the what ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, i just worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this sth you're supposed to be feeling after the return of the results?&lt;br /&gt;or isit just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"never let others look down on you. always be strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll rmb that. well afterall, i guess dads are meant to teach us some lessons about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll hang on, and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5517634603388248636</id><published>2009-03-05T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:02:56.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the good thing is, hols still continues after 6th march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is, its like my plans to do whatever ive been wanting to do stops at 6th March. so much for trying to squeeze every single activity within this week. now that the week is about to end, my one last feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crabs for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;durians for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens subsequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like my life is about to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5517634603388248636?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5517634603388248636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-thing-is-hols-still-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5517634603388248636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5517634603388248636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-thing-is-hols-still-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-8962665742449636664</id><published>2009-03-01T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:58:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we ran out of ideas to carry out so the usual clique decided that its high time we show off our, or erm rather, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; cooking skills. when it comes to cooking, i better not be too thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menu of the day&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq1ScmZOkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U0uErc6iAYY/s1600-h/P2280804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq1ScmZOkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U0uErc6iAYY/s320/P2280804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308254439329053250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq1SmAWQoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7MeLyigZE4o/s1600-h/P2280805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq1SmAWQoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7MeLyigZE4o/s320/P2280805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308254441853829762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisky chicken with prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqy7DC5RNI/AAAAAAAAACM/EAxr8R1O-VY/s1600-h/P2280788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqy7DC5RNI/AAAAAAAAACM/EAxr8R1O-VY/s320/P2280788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251838309024978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqz_dNj7UI/AAAAAAAAACs/UNX8Jd2uTKE/s1600-h/P2280793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqz_dNj7UI/AAAAAAAAACs/UNX8Jd2uTKE/s320/P2280793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308253013564190018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny side up transformed to scrambled egg. and i, whoo happily decided to make it worst hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqy7D-n3qI/AAAAAAAAACE/nM5KtlbYlXU/s1600-h/P2280780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqy7D-n3qI/AAAAAAAAACE/nM5KtlbYlXU/s320/P2280780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251838559542946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT7Gq6lwI/AAAAAAAAABs/ElYwiRgMbAQ/s1600-h/P2280775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT7Gq6lwI/AAAAAAAAABs/ElYwiRgMbAQ/s320/P2280775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077016933373698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tofu with pork, cauliflower and carrot and kenneth, no 300kg pork k. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq1PpEjpZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/p4CWjm41B18/s1600-h/P2280790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq1PpEjpZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/p4CWjm41B18/s320/P2280790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308254391137183122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqy7vluUzI/AAAAAAAAACU/NW3vOkYEnb4/s1600-h/P2280794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saqy7vluUzI/AAAAAAAAACU/NW3vOkYEnb4/s320/P2280794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251850266268466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broccoli with prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly realised how two pics taken at different time have him both trying to open the bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha k abit too cheap thrill alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT7rJnpAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2KzYwh31-dE/s1600-h/P2280797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT7rJnpAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2KzYwh31-dE/s320/P2280797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077026725831682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq91L6PCKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TMFMXQyHF9U/s1600-h/P2280783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq91L6PCKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TMFMXQyHF9U/s320/P2280783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263832237312162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambal prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COS, k now eyes must open bigger alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT7C55EII/AAAAAAAAABk/z0w6a1LlYa0/s1600-h/P2280784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT7C55EII/AAAAAAAAABk/z0w6a1LlYa0/s320/P2280784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077015922446466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT643XEII/AAAAAAAAABc/GPKNFbAWR_I/s1600-h/P2280779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaoT643XEII/AAAAAAAAABc/GPKNFbAWR_I/s320/P2280779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077013227475074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herbal chicken soup :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but k not much of the herbal part that ive done cos it was merely dumping everything into a pot. BUT, see that whole chicken there, ahems, Butcher Jacintha actually chopped them up into many parts, removing its skin and fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad right. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i gave the chicken much scars due to much (yes much, seriously too many to count) of my wrong aiming at the chicken. now i know how tough it is to chop a chicken when i take an hour and the uncle in the market takes like 5mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enough of the me and my enemy for that one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END PRODUCT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDTB21dzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/62U7wbha_Ig/s1600-h/P2280795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDTB21dzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/62U7wbha_Ig/s320/P2280795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269842492913458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broccoli with prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDUgXNXEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/93VR2Xpwa30/s1600-h/P2280806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDUgXNXEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/93VR2Xpwa30/s320/P2280806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269867861630018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambal prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDV28CiQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/352yq8f4ijI/s1600-h/P2280786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDV28CiQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/352yq8f4ijI/s320/P2280786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269891101559042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herbal chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDVbRjAbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nWH8o6l40T4/s1600-h/P2280809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarDVbRjAbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nWH8o6l40T4/s320/P2280809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308269883675574706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisky with prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD5KeVOiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dvrQiwevHG4/s1600-h/P2280808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD5KeVOiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dvrQiwevHG4/s320/P2280808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270497641085474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tofu with pork, cauliflower and carrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD5Qthu5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PO1NtybRSKk/s1600-h/P2280789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD5Qthu5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PO1NtybRSKk/s320/P2280789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270499315432338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failure sunny side up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD5idsq1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FmNqJVspKn4/s1600-h/P2280812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD5idsq1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FmNqJVspKn4/s320/P2280812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270504080878418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD57hGT7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TjsPlrkmFEs/s1600-h/P2280813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD57hGT7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TjsPlrkmFEs/s320/P2280813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270510806028210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarFJzUNh3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/84nzDyTwxG4/s1600-h/P2280815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarFJzUNh3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/84nzDyTwxG4/s320/P2280815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308271882994026354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD6ZPgF_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TVQyg9C3_XY/s1600-h/P2280814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SarD6ZPgF_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TVQyg9C3_XY/s320/P2280814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270518785284082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq91jJTXdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gL948K0KRwo/s1600-h/P3010816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq91jJTXdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gL948K0KRwo/s320/P3010816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263838474526162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting our lucky food tester whom knocked off work, only to look forward to our home cooked yes DELICACY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c29c105bd3bcbd7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c29c105bd3bcbd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331566173%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B91BD35A095C3B72A623C774FBDD9484A884B1B.3DF64776FBB5C1CCD24A87BF8F9497AE457BE104%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c29c105bd3bcbd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq61zEInvKOpwVt7yW7h7hUp8gQo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c29c105bd3bcbd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331566173%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B91BD35A095C3B72A623C774FBDD9484A884B1B.3DF64776FBB5C1CCD24A87BF8F9497AE457BE104%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c29c105bd3bcbd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq61zEInvKOpwVt7yW7h7hUp8gQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to save some face of mine, the above vid was taken when i just started out with the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;i would really try cooking again seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont laugh ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8962665742449636664?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4c29c105bd3bcbd7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8962665742449636664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-ran-out-of-ideas-to-carry-out-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8962665742449636664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8962665742449636664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-ran-out-of-ideas-to-carry-out-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/Saq1ScmZOkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/U0uErc6iAYY/s72-c/P2280804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-6010749236288954344</id><published>2009-02-26T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:58:43.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaZG6xJpD4I/AAAAAAAAABU/C7eUqv_mK3k/s1600-h/IMAGE_159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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and then an innocent :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-6010749236288954344?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/6010749236288954344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeing-them-alone-make-me-drool-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6010749236288954344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/6010749236288954344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeing-them-alone-make-me-drool-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaZG6xJpD4I/AAAAAAAAABU/C7eUqv_mK3k/s72-c/IMAGE_159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-8683361880693187656</id><published>2009-02-23T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:57:42.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaLIfrdMuSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pU5NHF27mx4/s1600-h/n544400847_1870821_1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaLHG9TiOMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8mRAZgCKssA/s320/n544400847_1870813_6004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306022233345505474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart. if only its as easy as it takes to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought that the results will be released scares me. i hate the fact that the alphabets in my cert determines my route. but like it or not, thats reality for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly hit me again that life is so damn unpredictable. sucks when such a thought comes. it makes me question myself about what i've been doing with my life. like i haven't accomplished anything worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how this post makes me sound depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im perfectly alright, just reflecting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-8683361880693187656?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/8683361880693187656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/listen-to-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8683361880693187656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/8683361880693187656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/listen-to-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzr-TpHLIGA/SaLIfrdMuSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pU5NHF27mx4/s72-c/n544400847_1870821_1781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11411362.post-7822022332260858723</id><published>2009-02-02T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:42:44.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldnt stop laughing when i randomly clicked onto the video filmed in j2. starring the four of us. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny but damn embarrassing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. its of a good reminder for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER SING THE SONG 'THAT THING YOU DO' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting my distinct laughter in that vid. or rather in many other vids too. hearing them personally makes me understand why ppl can laugh just by hearing my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha lets just say...&lt;br /&gt;i have a cool and unique laughter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-7822022332260858723?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/7822022332260858723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-couldnt-stop-laughing-when-i-randomly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/7822022332260858723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/7822022332260858723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-couldnt-stop-laughing-when-i-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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-11411362.post-5264330863313093377</id><published>2009-01-30T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:39:49.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think we should have more meet ups to just chill or even mahjong. (ah hint hint. HAHAHA) ytd was good seriously. simple yet enjoyable. great company is all you need. and i never thought i would actually be back in yj to just well, slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i officially told my manager im not extending the contract today. it felt good really, like the sudden freedom of time i have. the sudden urge to want to do lots of things. but lil' did i expect myself to feel a tinge of sadness when she replied, "ok, will miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its really impossible to leave the ppl you've been working with for 2 months without feeling even a teeny bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well afterall, we're humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always wanted to upload some pics up to make this blog less wordy and more colourful. perhaps more interesting too. (ahems not like its not interesting in the first place. HAHAHA k jk la ah) but the lazy bug often wins when it comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of making it more colourful, which i seriously doubt i will cos the lazy bug always win, i think i should at least fulfil one criteria - making my blog less wordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) oh sth random, i realise how a simple smiley face can make things less tense. k i need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11411362-5264330863313093377?l=yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/feeds/5264330863313093377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-we-should-have-more-meet-ups-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5264330863313093377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11411362/posts/default/5264330863313093377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterday-was-history.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-we-should-have-more-meet-ups-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacintha Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10143997676837710926</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>
