<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:25:12.521+08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>The nostalgia.</title><subtitle type='html'>Think, ponder, reflect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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>615</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-2293290567490346327</id><published>2012-02-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:24:12.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In his defense.</title><content type='html'>Today's post will be split into 2 sections.&lt;br /&gt;1. In his defense.&lt;br /&gt;2. What happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After I made the 2 previous posts, I've been receiving tweets/texts/comments and whatsoever. Basically, its almost all the same. Everyone seems to be really against him. I'm not sure if it's because they know him well enough to say that, or it's just because of what I've been saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he may have not treated me well, but I can't say entirely that he treated me very badly. No. He's still a pretty good and decent guy. Just, maybe not the one I'm looking for. If not I would have been able to survive 8 months right?? Either that, or maybe I wasn't willing to give up yet.&lt;br /&gt;- He travels all the way to TPY quite occasionally. (He stays at Pasir Ris)&lt;br /&gt;- He started of sweet-talking a lot but it died down. Occasionally I still got some, if I was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;- He buys me meals (Sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;- I love his hugs. Or maybe I just love hugs.&lt;br /&gt;- He paid for USS. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually................................................... I don't know. Isn't that too short to be a list? HAHAHAHA. K basically, he really really really isn't as bad as I've described la. He just needs to find that girl that will accept his flaws lor, and that isn't me I guess. As for the embarrassing part, well he denies it, but I really feel it. No guys, do not feel embarrassed of your girl. It's sad to know that my own relationship isn't the only one I know of where the guy is embarrassed of the girl. The other couple is one of his best bros. Well birds of the same feather do flock together right? Through this relationship, I've actually learnt a lot. I now know what kind of guy I'm looking for and I know what kind of girlfriend I am. Guess I should make another 2 lists shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of guy I'm looking for:&lt;br /&gt;- Always wants to spend time with me. (Want and need is different FYI)&lt;br /&gt;- Will never find me boring.&lt;br /&gt;- Not be embarrassed to tell people I'm his gf.&lt;br /&gt;- Not be embarrassed of the things I do.&lt;br /&gt;- Accept my flaws. (BELOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to the list, but basically, that's pretty much what really matters. Because those were what I didn't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of girlfriend I am:&lt;br /&gt;- Unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;- Easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;- Emotional&lt;br /&gt;- Very easy to please, but need to constantly be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;- Ugly + embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;- You give me then I will give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, end of part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SHIT HOLE MAAAA FAAAA KAAAA..................&lt;br /&gt;First part of the day was ok la. Work lor. Started complaining + updating Zhiyi about the shit that's been happening in the office when she wasn't around. Then we went back, and finally got our pay. I was so damn excited at first, until I actually saw the amount printed on the cheque. After working for 13 days I only earned $600+ after CPF. I was actually expecting 700+ after CPF you know!!!! Apparently, they have this retarded rule or "benefit" which I only learnt today. "If you work more than 8 hours a day, we will minus 45 mins from the total hours you work a day. If you work less than 8 hours then we won't minus." SIMI FUCK CAN? I WORK 9.5 HOURS A DAY AND DON'T FUCKING BENEFIT FROM THIS RETARDED "BENEFIT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, went AMK to meet Jeremy. WE WALKED 1 HOUR PLUS AROUND AMK HUB TO FIND SOMETHING TO EAT. What kind of loser place, so difficult to find a place to eat one??? We eventually, retarded-ly settled for Subway. Pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a talent of being able to psyco my friends into my opinions whenever they ask me about relationship stuffs. No, my relationship damn fucking fail I know, but hey.... I think I'm pretty good at giving advice. Say real one. And if you're not together yet, I think I'm also good at seeing whether that guy/girl is worth it or not. Tested and proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, just to clear my own name, someone gave me a link for another person's blog earlier on. I still don't know for what reason. But basically, what she wrote made me realise some of you may have probably gotten the wrong idea of my posts. I don't really blog for anyone in particular, and no I'm not copying the blogger by saying this. My posts are actually for myself. I've said this before in one of my super duper old posts. But I might have new readers now so I'm saying this again. It's for me to come back and read, and reflect, and yes... maybe laugh at myself. I make my work public not because I want to gain fame or what not, if you're interested, then yes, please stay. If not, it doesn't really affect me. I don't need anyone to judge me. Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, here's the song that I've been sharing on Twitter, Facebook, and basically been on repeat on my iPod for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bIPOtDltFv8" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2293290567490346327?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2293290567490346327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2293290567490346327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2293290567490346327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2293290567490346327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-his-defense.html' title='In his defense.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/bIPOtDltFv8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-7536601811399573712</id><published>2012-02-08T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:18:42.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGpilTc-3JE/TzH_h9pHxxI/AAAAAAAAI1E/-1WU6djBjpE/s1600/295619_10150298340233361_186817088360_7632137_2714842_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGpilTc-3JE/TzH_h9pHxxI/AAAAAAAAI1E/-1WU6djBjpE/s1600/295619_10150298340233361_186817088360_7632137_2714842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Guys. They try so hard to chase you, and the gestures they do, the things they say, that's the reason why you even fell in love with them in the first place. But once they get you.... Gone. Just like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the question: "Who broke up with who?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I saw it as mutual, but I'll let you guys decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So... When we met that day, 18th Jan, I actually wrote him a short letter, telling him about how I feel and all, and how I still loved him. At the end of it, I asked him to decide whether to continue this relationship or not (Yes or No), and he replied, "I don't know." Fine. So we started talking about random stuffs, and then when I went back to the serious question, he was on 9gag. (SEE BELOW POST). Then after like ages he finally put it down, so I asked again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: So what's your answer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Him: I don't know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Your I don't know means you don't know how to say no right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Him: Noooooo, you cannot like that say one.... (SMILING)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Is your yes more than your no, or your no more than your yes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Him: EQUAL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: EQUAL? Then what's the point... Just end it lor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Him: OK LOR. (WITHOUT ANY HESITATION)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks dude for stalking pretty girls, and adding them on Facebook. How considerate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They say:&amp;nbsp;"When I'm single, I see all the happy couples. When I'm in a relationship, I see all the happy singles."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I say: "When I'm single, I see all the happy couples. When I'm in a relationship, I still see all the happy couples."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I still want to remain friends with you, but it really hurts to see you adding/talking to other girls already. It's like I totally meant nothing to you, and I totally mean nothing to you now. I try so hard not to talk to you, TRY SO HARD. But then, if we were to still remain friends, it only means we still love each other, or we never loved each other at all. I'm really very scared to know that you could probably be the latter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7536601811399573712?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7536601811399573712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7536601811399573712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7536601811399573712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7536601811399573712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2012/02/this.html' title='THIS.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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/-UGpilTc-3JE/TzH_h9pHxxI/AAAAAAAAI1E/-1WU6djBjpE/s72-c/295619_10150298340233361_186817088360_7632137_2714842_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-693532177707646065</id><published>2012-02-04T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:56:26.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead heart.</title><content type='html'>And soooooo, as many of you probably already know, I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post might be long, so beware. It'll be long and whiney and irritating and all, but just try to bear with me ok? Or, you can just click the X button on the top right corner of this screen. It's perfectly ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole relationship lasted 8 months plus. That's 250 days to be exact. I just only remembered it was our 250th day together and I really want to do something nice together, since I actually missed all the nice numbers. I wanted to go meet him, since he always refused to meet me, and settle our problems, be happy and start all over again. But nope, it turned out the other way round. It was so painful and not going anywhere right, so all we could do was just end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months. At first it was ok. Normal. But we quarreled almost everyday, I thought it was normal too. And then I noticed he started giving up on me. Avoiding me. I mean, even if you quarrel everyday, if you really still love that person, you will never run away from her. Ever. Hence, that makes reason number 1 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you ever ever ever find your partner boring? MEH? Really, my whole life I've never heard people tell me I'm boring. Well maybe just from you, and someone else, but MEH. I think the problem doesn't lie with me you know? I think its you. You always think you're "oh so interesting" but no. But even so, I just listen and act like I care. But all you do is tell me I'm boring. Seriously? How can someone be boring 24/7? The problem is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bros over hoes? C'mon, when you're in a relationships its perfectly OK to choose your girl over your bros. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH IT. But it's really wrong if you have a GF and you're constantly choosing your bros over her. You're scared to lose your bros but you're not scared to lose her? C'mon think of &amp;nbsp;the logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "MONEY VERY IMPORTANT" Hello? Who doesn't know? I love money. I need money. We all do. But you say that every single time we meet, and its so damn frustrating. When I get rich, I'm gna throw money in your face. Like 1 million bucks. OF COINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOU NEVER BELIEVE ANYTHING I SAY. You always ask me to trust you and all that bullshit. Its normal for a girl to be jealous over another right? But hello? Simple things like me asking you to just trust me and go somewhere or do something seems so hard for you to do. You never ever trust anything I say. I never ever get my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You never have time for me. During A's you always told me to wait. WAIT. I NEED TO STUDY. Like I didn't need to study meh? Lousy excuse, but I took it. So I waited. After As, nothing happened. Then you went Taiwan. So I waited again. Then you came back. Still nothing happened. Ok we went USS. Then.......... I thought the rest of the time all the way until March 7 would be for me. I was even willing not to work until then. But NOPE, you went to find a job before me. WITHOUT ME. Despite me hinting so many times that I wanted to work together. But nope, I never have a say as usual. You immediately took up your BRO'S offer. SO WAS I SUPPOSED TO WAIT? Hell no. I waited a whole 8 months for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We both worked. Then my pay was $7/hr while yours $6. And then you wanted to compete again. AND HENCE YOU STARTED WORKING EVEN LONGER HOURS. Just so you wouldn't lose to me. When I complained you barely had time for me, you asked me to quit my job or find a job that pays lower. WTFUCKERY? Was I supposed to put up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I always have to follow your&amp;nbsp;schedule. Always you. Always me waiting for you. Text also need me to wait for a reply. Always so busy to REPLY ME. But when you're with me, always replying whoever it is so promptly. ALWAYS USING YOUR PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day 18th Jan, while we were talking things out, I was talking about something serious and he was just using his phone. At first I thought he was texting his BRO coz apparently they were under-staffed and he already ended work. Then I said, "Fine, if you care so much about your stupid job then go!" Then he said, "What? I'm not even texting anyone. I'm reading 9gag." WTFUCK? SERIOUS-FUCKING-LY? I read 9gag too, so I'm not saying 9gag is bad. I'm saying why the hell was he reading 9gag at that time? WHAT THE HELL? Have some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we broke up, meant I was single right? I have the right to go clubbing right? (WENT FOR THE FIRST TIME AND ITS SO DAMN FUN OK). Hahahahahaha. Ok. So we had this mini failed class outing at studio M. At first clubbing was part of the itinerary, but since we're paying so much for the hotel, we were willing to give it a miss and just nua in the hotel. Keith was there too. And it wasn't that awkward. Anyway, we started talking about whether to go clubbing or not. And if he had actually stayed, I wouldn't have went. Since the reason why he came was coz he knew we weren't going to club. I told him to trust me. But nope. He said he got sian, and he said he knew I still would have went either way. I WASN'T GOING TO IF HE STAYED. EVEN IF WE BROKE UP, I STILL WOULD HAVE KEPT MY PROMISE. Even if everyone else went, I wouldn't have. But nope, as usual you never ever ever ever trust me. So you still left. THEN YOU STARTED SHOWING SO MUCH CONCERN. Texting Tengyew since I didn't reply to ask him to take care of me and all that rubbish. I really didn't need that. What for care so much now? Whatever, that night was damn fun. It's was too crazy for me to even think about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just 2 days ago, 2nd February 2012, I asked him to meet me for dinner. I don't know, I actually wanted to keep this friendship. But when we met, I still had to wait. But he was busy, so its ok. Then we sat down at the place we broke up. And ate. We talked. Then........................... he took out his phone and started reading 9gag. I told myself, fine. I can't really say anything now. Then.......................... we talked about the clubbing night, and he said he didn't believe I wouldn't have went. Fine.... I gave up explaining myself, since I already did it so many times and he still wanted to insist. Then.......................... His cousin texted him, and he said to me, "Shit la, you know how much I told you my cousin is damn irritating right? He wants to come find me sia fuck." Then I just smiled. But he was still diligently replying his so-called irritating cousin. I never even get such immediate and quick replies. Ever. I always have to wait hours. Or he'll read and ignore. You guys know how whatsapp works right? So then I realised, compared to his cousin, I'm even worse. I realised I meant nothing to him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't the one for me. We would NEVER be. I only want a normal relationship. One where the guy will actually love me with all his heart, no matter how flaw-ed I may be. He isn't the one who would do that. If you noticed the 8 points above, you would actually know how much suffering I actually had to go through. Its ok, I've had enough. My heart for him died that day. Especially after he didn't even send me off to the train station. I realised I already had no space in his heart, and I realised I should just let go. And I did. At the moment. I felt proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read all the way until here, thankyou everyone. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this post is flaw-ed, if theres any grammer or typo error, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello world, I'm ready. I'm ready for a whole new experience. I'm ready to have MORE fun. I'm ready to LIVE FOR MYSELF. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-693532177707646065?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/693532177707646065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=693532177707646065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/693532177707646065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/693532177707646065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2012/02/dead-heart.html' title='Dead heart.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3177182521965539537</id><published>2011-12-10T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:11:56.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't feel as good as I thought...</title><content type='html'>But its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ6R6NeQUEQ/TuNIzf2Bv7I/AAAAAAAAI00/QQ8zJ4rUpaA/s1600/392703_2844196590085_1414480591_3112960_1011855308_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ6R6NeQUEQ/TuNIzf2Bv7I/AAAAAAAAI00/QQ8zJ4rUpaA/s640/392703_2844196590085_1414480591_3112960_1011855308_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right? Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Haw Par Villa with K yesterday. Well supposedly. He initially thought HPV was at Chinese Garden, that's like 17 stops away from TPY/Novena. Ya, I counted... Anyway, me being me, and having no idea such a place existed, just tagged along. Reached Chinese Garden and not finding anything wrong either, coz I didn't even know what to expect. After 10 mins of walking around the wrong HPV, not to mention in the BLAZING HOT SUN, we finally noticed something wrong. CHINESE GARDEN IS NOT EVEN HPV. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, its not even my fault la. HAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, left CHINESE GARDEN, and decided to stop for lunch somewhere first before going to the real HPV. (The real HPV is also an MRT station btw. HPV at the circle line). After coming out from the HPV mrt station, we heard this loud sound of pouring water. At first we thought there was a fountain or something, but no my dears, it was pouring rain! HEAVEN, of all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a good 20 minutes waiting for the rain to subside then finally went in. The entrance was sloped, so the rain water was like gushing down, and I had my whole shoe soaked. GREAT. Yea anyway. Like I said, I didn't even know Singapore had such a place and it was quite an eye-opener for me. Kinda regret not taking more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Shi ba cheng di yu" had all the sins and punishment you would get when you go to Hell. But then, its kinda scary if you think about it. Coz almost everything is sinful and the punishments are super extreme. You'd have to be a total angelic figure in life or something in order to go to Heaven. The sins are like stuffs we do everyday of our lives. Yea, it may be exaggerated, but hey, we'll never know. Always fear karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall? Great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3177182521965539537?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3177182521965539537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3177182521965539537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3177182521965539537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3177182521965539537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/12/didnt-feel-as-good-as-i-thought.html' title='Didn&apos;t feel as good as I thought...'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ6R6NeQUEQ/TuNIzf2Bv7I/AAAAAAAAI00/QQ8zJ4rUpaA/s72-c/392703_2844196590085_1414480591_3112960_1011855308_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-9187002745436281445</id><published>2011-12-07T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:35:01.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus? So called.</title><content type='html'>Ni hao everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back after what seems like a 2 months hiatus? As are over and now's the time to catch up with friends and on all the fun we've missed out on. But sadly, really very sadly, I realised I've already met them all. And theres no one else to meet. Such a loser life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what day it is today? Or rather what night it is? TPJC PROM NIGHT. And yea, here I am sitting infront of the computer, blogging. Loser x 2. Honestly, I'm just saying ok. Not that I really really really wanna go for prom la. But if my friends went, like my clique people or what, I wouldn't mind going too. Now it just kinda feels like everyone's having fun, and I'm like missing out. Although the tweets are quite negative..... But hey, there's post prom too what. Like self-organised maybe? Even though everyone's complaining about how prom shopping is so troublesome, I actually feel like I'm just missing out. Ok, I&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;did save a huge lump of money, but thats not the point. I think you guys get the glitch. Loser x3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, make from a 20 mins jog. Ok the reason why I'm back after 20mins is coz that 20 mins felt like the end of the world. Also, I felt my shit coming out. No joke. Loser x4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually very envious of a lot of stuffs. Like really seriously majorly a lot. Envious of people who have primary school friends up till now and still remain as BFFs. Envious of people who actually have BFFs and can talk to them about anything under the sun. Envious of people who always keep in close contact with one another. Envious of those at prom right now. Envious of pretty girls. Envious of skinny girls. But most of all.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm envious of couples that meet everyday. Envious of couples that don't quarrel everyday. Envious of couples that stay happy after ages. Envious of couples that are not embarrassed to show of their partner to their friends. Envious of couples that actually go out with their partner's friends. Envious of couples that want to be together wherever they go. Envious of couples who prefer to be with each other rather than their friends. Envious of couples that do a lot of things together. Envious of couples who bump into friends for a few days straight, and the friends go, "wahlao, I just saw them yesterday only. They everyday go out one ah" ENVIOUS. FUCKING ENVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T MY RELATIONSHIP BE NORMAL? WHY CAN'T I BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge me. I'm happy la, to a certain extent. Loser x 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to check out my blog stats, and my readers are all mostly from USA. Like.... what?? Loser x6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-9187002745436281445?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/9187002745436281445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=9187002745436281445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/9187002745436281445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/9187002745436281445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/12/hiatus-so-called.html' title='Hiatus? So called.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8914696640264429056</id><published>2011-10-02T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:12:08.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month left.</title><content type='html'>This is the last lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So results are back, with EESUU. Just as predicted earlier on. I jumped from 0 rankpoints to 20, but uh.... not really sure if it's exactly a good thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during exam periods or getting back our scripts period, you kinda get to see a few masks being ripped down, and their true colours start flashing infront of you. Yes, I know I'm stupid, and I've been failing every subject for my entire JC life. God knows how I managed to promote. Mind you, I failed my promo exams as well. Just saying. Anyway, I did better for prelims la. I can't even say I worked hard, coz I didn't. Well I did work harder, by doing more math papers..... But math was actually all I did before prelims. So hmmm... Anyway, I managed to get marks higher than the rest la. And hmmmm, I guess I'm like the "lousy line". Like if you're above me, you may be lousy, but still ok. Since there's still me around. But once you go below the lousy line, then you feel damn fucking loser. "How can I possibly lose to Muanting?" "Wtf, I think I damn loser." Nah, no need to deny it... I know that's exactly how everyone of you feels. I mean, hey I can feel it too when I'm treated like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me wonder.... Is my life really that pointless? To the extent that my peers have to feel that way of me? It's usually those who are closest to you that affect you the most, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8914696640264429056?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8914696640264429056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8914696640264429056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8914696640264429056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8914696640264429056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-month-left.html' title='1 month left.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-7574264389839497682</id><published>2011-09-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:33:48.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring people</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it all the time, people say I'm boring or not funny or mood killer whatever. But so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you can sit around in a group and listen to other people talk, and share their own experiences. And laugh and eeee or what. But then you yourself don't have anything to say. So?? Am I supposed to make up some random story? No right. WTH. If I'm boring then don't be my friend lor. Don't hang out with me lor. Is it&amp;nbsp;necessary&amp;nbsp;to make such a big deal over it? Not everybody has the ability to think up something funny on the spot. Well at least I'm not. The things I say get a cold reaction most of the time. And I usually can't think of anything funny. I'm a boring person what, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm talking about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7574264389839497682?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7574264389839497682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7574264389839497682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7574264389839497682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7574264389839497682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/09/boring-people.html' title='Boring people'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6137914783597967601</id><published>2011-09-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:12:47.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATS KICKIN?</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda like waiting for my pau to steam so yea, hungry muanting alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite not studying much, I'd have to say Chem and Math was quite&amp;nbsp;manageable. I'm not confident for a pass, but I'm actually quite confident I won't get a U. Hey, thats like 5 rankpoints each, so I'd have at least 10 rankpoints! Improvement ok! Econs + physics on the other hand, I'm very confident I'll get a U-grade. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hang on. Let me go check on my pau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, back. Nomnomnom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this recent addiction to play SIMS? Like seriously................................ I have to open the app 2 a day minimum! NOT GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have nothing much to say. Shall go enjoy my pau. Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6137914783597967601?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6137914783597967601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6137914783597967601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6137914783597967601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6137914783597967601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-kickin.html' title='WHATS KICKIN?'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6332547099642754619</id><published>2011-09-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:31:20.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wae iroke Dugun gugun dugun.</title><content type='html'>Nau sojunghan no baby baby baby baby boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zXeZzkfIydI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6332547099642754619?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6332547099642754619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6332547099642754619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6332547099642754619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6332547099642754619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/09/wae-iroke-dugun-gugun-dugun.html' title='wae iroke Dugun gugun dugun.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/zXeZzkfIydI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-7964948435571958080</id><published>2011-09-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:30:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help.</title><content type='html'>If you ever see this, I hope you do soon, but please please please please save me from this misery. I never meant for it to be that way. I never meant for it to be that long. I'm dying, every moment. I don't think I can last another minute without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, like how I always have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7964948435571958080?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7964948435571958080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7964948435571958080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7964948435571958080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7964948435571958080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/09/help.html' title='Help.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-997451793090522099</id><published>2011-08-31T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:45:39.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down....</title><content type='html'>1 more tomorrow, 1 week break, then 2 more weeks of exams. How nice. (..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why I always get the blogging vibe during exam period. Maybe everything else &amp;gt; studies? Like I think we all feel it all the time. The times when everything else around you seems more appealing than your notes, even if it means clipping your toe-nail, or staring at some ugly person on Facebook. Yea it happens - Ok 2nd thought, not exactly the ugly person part. I'd rather dig out my eyeballs. If I were to stare it'd definitely be some sexy hunk. Wee-oo-weet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to apologies for any stupid Blogposts, or stupid tweets. You know how your feelings get the better of you and you start doing/saying things you don't even mean? Uh huh. Secondly, if you have any questions or queries, please direct them to me, and not to any other related persons. Thirdly, if you can't do the above, then please gtfo. Thankyou, your cooperation and understanding in this matter will be highly appreciated. I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so no looking forward to econs case-study tomorrow. Haiz. Study also no use one, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; honestly feel like I'm an&amp;nbsp;embarrassment. Is it THAT embarrassing to be around me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-997451793090522099?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/997451793090522099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=997451793090522099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/997451793090522099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/997451793090522099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-down.html' title='1 down....'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-287148142260963894</id><published>2011-08-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:11:25.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not very happy Muanting</title><content type='html'>..... Is a Muanting you wouldn't want to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boring life. I'm a boring person, hear this a lot. Plus, I'm really bored right now. Yeaa, I should be studying. But heck, everyone needs a break right! Although my break started since 5 hours ago, but ya anyway whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it's really really really offending when people comment on my music being bad. I don't know. I know everyone has a different taste in music, but is my taste really that bad? I see people enjoying listening to each other's playlists, and I mean yeah, I can listen to other people's music and feel good as well. That's if it's the same kind of music I listen to la, which is usually the case. But some people often grab hold of my ipod and scan through my playlist and go, "Why your music all so boring one, like never even hear before." Is it my fault? For the record, I don't even have any old or ulu music in my playlist. Seriously. Or maybe I'm the problem. But the point is, it's really offending. As for why it is, I'm not sure myself. So please don't go around insulting other people's music or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that. I'm totally convinced I'm pushover now. Or maybe, it's just because I'm easy to be comfortable around that people don't even hesitate to consider my feelings. They just let out their anger or frustration. I mean, I've thought about it. If it were someone else in that similar situation, the converse would have happened. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to be more fierce. Or stop being so retarded so that people will stop thinking I'm easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-287148142260963894?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/287148142260963894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=287148142260963894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/287148142260963894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/287148142260963894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-very-happy-muanting.html' title='A not very happy Muanting'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-401244835221936867</id><published>2011-08-24T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:41:31.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;Highly doubt anyone still checks this place anymore. But anyway, back here for a short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day for the term tomorrow before our short study break, and then prelims. To be honest, as usual, I'm not a tad prepared. Not that I don't want to, and not that I'm not putting in effort either. But the problem is I don't know where to start, and there's just too much I don't know. Right now, I'm doing Math almost everyday. And even so, I still can't solve similar sums. I'm losing it for Chemistry. I think it's coz of the lack of revision and pressure the teachers are giving. At least we're constantly receiving math revision worksheets. For chem, we have to print it out ourselves. Although the onus is on us, but you know I'm just saying. Econs is still distant. Needless to say physics is worse. As for GP, well I can only base that on luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm really petty, maybe I'm an easy jealous person, or maybe... I'm just not cut out for relationships. It's been a tiring 3 months, so to say. Yes, I'm happy. But yes, I'm also tired. Tired of being angry, tired of quarrels, well basically tired of all the unhappiness. Hanging on, cause I believe it'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those having exams, all the best. And all the best to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon this video again, and I still love it no matter how many times I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PuD5W89ARKk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edited: Was blog hopping and realised my video looks kinda copy-cat-ish. Coincidental. Just saying.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-401244835221936867?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/401244835221936867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=401244835221936867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/401244835221936867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/401244835221936867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-guys.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/PuD5W89ARKk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-8559154976045618544</id><published>2011-06-21T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:26:52.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself</title><content type='html'>All over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I like started to resort to 1 post a month? I kinda lost the blogging vibe already. Kinda envious of those who still get their regular blog visitors regardless of whether they update or not. If I had dedicated readers, then my Nuffnang would probably have accumulated to a huge sum for me to check out. But uh nope, I've yet to hit my first $50 mark. Its been 2 years plus now, and I'm nowhere near my first $50. Pathetic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, ironically, I'm not so much into popularity. Honest. Maybe I give off the aura that says "hey, I wanna be miss popular" but really, I don't. I don't really want people to know me. Coz once they do, they always have things to say about you. You just don't know it. Or maybe you do, coz there are ears everywhere. But then again.... What do I even have to think about being popular. Looks? Personality? Its a definite no on the looks. Personality wise, I doubt so either. I'm quite dao actually... I think many of us know. I can look at you, and we obviously know each other, but I can either choose to smile at you, or look away and act like I don't know you. Or, we walk past each other, and I know you're looking at me, wanting to say hi, but I can act like I'm totally&amp;nbsp;oblivious&amp;nbsp;to my surroundings and act like I didn't even see you. Yes everyone, I'm that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA2 next week, and honestly.. I totally wasted away my holiday. I really never learn. Shall not elaborate, coz I've said this loads of times. HEH. Like I said, history repeats itself, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you is like waiting for rain, during a drought.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I'm used to it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8559154976045618544?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8559154976045618544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8559154976045618544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8559154976045618544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8559154976045618544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/06/history-repeats-itself.html' title='History repeats itself'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-1832241777082714259</id><published>2011-05-23T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:36:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Go on ask, you know you want to. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/muanting" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/muanting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1832241777082714259?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1832241777082714259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1832241777082714259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1832241777082714259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1832241777082714259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6470285877018667640</id><published>2011-05-16T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:43:09.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-may</title><content type='html'>My first post in May is like in the middle of the month already. Mahhhh bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things has happened this month, and nah, I can't possible pen (type?) everything down here. But maybe just something brief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAs were ok? I only failed Econs this time round. Don't you think it sucks how people judge you just coz of 1 fucking test? Like we all know I haven't been doing well earlier on, but just because I did much better for this CA, people suddenly think I'm smart. What the cheeeeeeeeeeeeebs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem SPA was..... I can't believe I did such a stupid stupid stupid careless mistake. I mean, who the hell punches in the wrong number of zeros and not sense anything wrong, and gets a super small gradient and not suspect anything wrong with it. Me lor. Not to mention, there were like so many questions asked and I couldn't finish answering them all. PIANG OI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haters gotta hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th May is my new favourite day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6470285877018667640?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6470285877018667640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6470285877018667640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6470285877018667640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6470285877018667640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/05/mid-may.html' title='Mid-may'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3834840722805799215</id><published>2011-04-30T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:33:19.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the end of April</title><content type='html'>I always love April every year. Not sure why, but it always has a good feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's April was pretty good. Coz since it's the end of the month today, I kinda realised how much has actually happened during the past 4 weeks of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well firstly ofcourse, my birthday. I came to notice how once you don't have any expectations at all, you recieve so much more in return. And things turn out better? My friends got me a cake this year. And I recieved handmade cards and letters and even a collage book. And I really really appreciate and really really love them. But these were the good things that happened, from my JC cliques. Thanks girls for the cake, QY for the pressie, Jaron for the photo, Zhijun for the card, SQ and ML for the book. That was pretty much everything, but they all meant something. And I felt their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really turned me off were my Secondary school friends, excluding B4s ofcourse. B4s are always, and will always be special to me coz I love them so much words can't even describe it. Yea anyway. Other than the few who had their Facebook to remind them, those I thought were close to me didn't even care. They didn't even bother, or they didn't even remember. And even though they realised it was already belated, I still didn't hear anything from them. Turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for thinking 4e1 was a bonded class. Like I told you guys before, we're not. What you see, is just the surface. And will a Facebook group help to bond us back together? I don't think so. Who knows when or when not you really mean what you say? How many times have we said to meet, but ended up not meeting? If we had REALLY REALLY wanted to meet, we would have already met. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's guitar. Although they increased the number of practices, I can't deny I sometimes look forward to guitar. Why? Coz I have a good bunch of friends there. The 4 of us laugh everytime we're together, either at each other or at other people. And it really really really relieves stress, coz I know I'll always be happy whenever we're together. Love you guys, Jiahui, Yingxuan, Janice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse, I love the girls I spend most of my time with. My class girls la. We eat together, gossip together, and have fun over who clears the plates. HAHAHAHAHHAH. And the occasional moments when Ah Pui comes over to sit with us. We go out for dinner and durian and spam photos. This is life. Things this year and last year is sooooo different. Qianyi, Tiffany, Weiyi, Zann. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like I'm dying and writing this. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let the important people in my life know how important they are la. If your name wasn't mentioned it doesn't mean I hate you or you're not important lah! I can't possibly list out everyone's names right.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night study sounds terrible, but actually... I find it beneficial. Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3834840722805799215?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3834840722805799215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3834840722805799215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3834840722805799215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3834840722805799215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-end-of-april.html' title='It&apos;s the end of April'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8436361075357262029</id><published>2011-04-14T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:04:36.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IKZEmLvYVF0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8436361075357262029?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8436361075357262029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8436361075357262029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8436361075357262029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8436361075357262029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-song.html' title='Love song'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/IKZEmLvYVF0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-5142202024938430196</id><published>2011-04-10T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:03:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project work.</title><content type='html'>All the buzzzzzzz about our project work results, so I guess I should say something about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJC - only 10% As. How retarded. While SRJC had 89% As. Kinda ironic, no? Anyway, the point is I got a B and I should be satisfied with it la. But actually, I thought I would get a C. Coz Daniel was the first in our group to get back his results, and he got a C. So we all naturally thought, the whole group would get a C, and I was already feeling like shit. Then when it was my turn, I saw a B, and at first I thought I saw wrongly, then I saw QY got C, and subsequently, ML as well. Then I don't know? I just felt guilty. But it's over, and I'm satisfied with a B, even though an A would have been much more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining heavily now, and I have this craving for Macs. But I can't order online, coz of the overwhelming orders. Either I wait a while more, or give up my craving and stick to my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday last week, Ismail, Joshua and myself had to go find Ms Huang for some chem prac&amp;nbsp;debrief. I did my corrections the night before, so mine I was let off earlier. Then while I was packing my bag, Ms Huang sort of talked to me. She makes me think la. Coz she was one of the teachers that approved and actually witnessed the days I was more attentive and scored well in school. The beginning of J1 la, that is. I still remember I was actually 2 in class. And she even remember when I started to plunge downwards, the World-Cup period. Actually, I didn't even realise until she told me. She sort of said it in a way that she actually recognise how capable I am, and I'm not doing well not because I'm dumb, but just because I'm lazy, and slacking around too much. I mean, other teachers like Mrs Ting or Ms Padma or Mr Sum or Mrs Lee never got to see my good results, so yea.. I'm just saying la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, ok I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-5142202024938430196?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5142202024938430196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=5142202024938430196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5142202024938430196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5142202024938430196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/04/project-work.html' title='Project work.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-2164084870183122160</id><published>2011-04-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:57:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 MORE DAYS</title><content type='html'>Before this is mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osBG9FAqxO0/TZsOeR_p1WI/AAAAAAAAIz8/98iGYe4tVU4/s1600/tumblr_liyscwZSVo1qb2yato1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osBG9FAqxO0/TZsOeR_p1WI/AAAAAAAAIz8/98iGYe4tVU4/s1600/tumblr_liyscwZSVo1qb2yato1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspense is killing me. The album was a bit pricey, but I think the 100+ page photo-book will totally be worth it. I hope I don't get disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back most of our papers already. And again, another round of straight UUUUUUUUs. I think the teachers are starting to give up on me already. Even Angela Huang gives me the sian feel when she's talking to me. And Mrs. Ting doesn't even bother to wake me up when I doze of. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF is nearing, and honestly, I can't wait for it to be over, so that I can see the last of my guitar, and CCAs. And somemore, we're having a CCA showcase tomorrow, at the Auditorium. Don't even bother to come and watch. Seriously. Although it's free lah. Have to wear the bloody stupid gown somemore. OMG too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I hate people hate until a bit too obvious ah. HAHAHHAHAHHAHA. (evil laughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay buey tahan. I'm gonna go shower. And find some work to do. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2164084870183122160?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2164084870183122160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2164084870183122160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2164084870183122160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2164084870183122160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-more-days.html' title='3 MORE DAYS'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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/-osBG9FAqxO0/TZsOeR_p1WI/AAAAAAAAIz8/98iGYe4tVU4/s72-c/tumblr_liyscwZSVo1qb2yato1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-7560552370014833801</id><published>2011-04-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:04:31.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAESUNG'S VOICE IS MESMERIZING</title><content type='html'>If you think Daesung is ugly, and his presence in Big Bang is totally insignificant, you&amp;nbsp;definitely should check yourself out first. Or kill yourself maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d3uuzY76o2M" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and up one "I love Big Bang more than you" in-front of me. Fuck you, I don't give a fuck about you so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you know I hate you, the better it is. That way, I don't have to put up a fake smile in your face. The more I see your name, the more I keep hating you. The dislike I used to have has totally turned into hatred now. Whatever you do or say gets on my nerves. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just talking big here la. I'm probably some humji kia in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7560552370014833801?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7560552370014833801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7560552370014833801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7560552370014833801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7560552370014833801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/04/daesungs-voice-is-mesmerizing.html' title='DAESUNG&apos;S VOICE IS MESMERIZING'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/d3uuzY76o2M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-7153933066267047889</id><published>2011-03-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:29:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyin'</title><content type='html'>I am like superly annoyed right now. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why either, I just am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7153933066267047889?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7153933066267047889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7153933066267047889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7153933066267047889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7153933066267047889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/annoyin.html' title='Annoyin&apos;'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8618510028249461705</id><published>2011-03-27T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:12:32.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh? Dont knows what chou hua?? i mean put also put cute cute pics mah. Why put all, even those super unglam one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;LOL. Why not? I don't really care about being unglam. If you haven't realised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8618510028249461705?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8618510028249461705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8618510028249461705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8618510028249461705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8618510028249461705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/eh-dont-knows-what-chou-hua-i-mean-put.html' title='eh? Dont knows what chou hua?? i mean put also put cute cute pics mah. Why put all, even those super unglam one.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3155149401077859842</id><published>2011-03-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:58:57.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123456789</title><content type='html'>SA1 is overrrrrrr. Abit lag la, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But SA1 or no SA1 didn't really make a difference to me. I really really really really really never learn. But this time I'm determined. Well I think I am, and I hope I am. I think it's gonna be another round of S and U again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm still very shocked I promoted. Until now I still can't believe it, but even so, I'm not cherishing my opportunity. Okay I should. I really really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I haven't been really up-to-date with my dramas recently. So just happened to watch a few this week. Just completed Paradise Ranch few days back. The starting was quite boring, it only got more interesting towards the end. I wouldn't really recommend it, but if you really have nothing to watch, then why not? There's ChangMin in it, so people probably watch it just for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just yesterday, I decided to watch 49 Days. And I have to say, it's really really goooood! Although so far, only 4 eps are out, it's good already!!! The plot is different, and even though it's kinda un-realistic, but it really makes you wonder if things like that will really happen. Well at least, it makes ME wonder. Like, what happens after you die? And how you only get to see the true colours of people around you, when you see them from another body. Woah, exciting seriously. Can't wait for the next episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mahjong session on Friday night. I won a lot... But in the end, I didn't get everything I won. Long story, don't really wanna elaborate. But my luck was really good. A bit too good, even I myself got irritated by it. You know how you keep getting 5 tai zi mo, then everyone gets damn pek chek, and keeps asking you to stop it, and then you don't even dare to hu anymore, or don't even wanna win anymore, but you still keep getting wu tai zi mo? Yup, that's how it was. Too lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happened to see the embarrassing dance vids Tiffany posted on FB, then omg I should die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3155149401077859842?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3155149401077859842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3155149401077859842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3155149401077859842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3155149401077859842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/123456789.html' title='123456789'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8519419309825487677</id><published>2011-03-22T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:33:09.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang Spasm</title><content type='html'>Here's Big Bang's older songs. When they first debuted in 2006. They're still looking as good as ever, but check out how much they've actually changed. Then or now, they're still as lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fool's Only Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ys0YkX4diZw" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8519419309825487677?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8519419309825487677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8519419309825487677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8519419309825487677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8519419309825487677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-bang-spasm.html' title='Big Bang Spasm'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Ys0YkX4diZw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-633446961362740312</id><published>2011-03-21T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:39:00.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just updating.</title><content type='html'>Yeoleobun, Annyeonghaseyo! (Hello everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm okay ya.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy that 2 papers are down today. Chemistry tomorrow, Math on Wed, and Physics on Fri, then SAs are soooo OVER. Econs and GP today... er... like that lor? Can't say much about the paper when you don't really know how to do it. Sooo yea. I already know what I'm gonna get, so not anticipating much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe math used to be my favourite subject but I suck at it and hate it soooo soooo much now. I have to find my love for it back, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping is addictive. I have to start controlling my mouth and not blurt out something accidentally infront of other people. Coz sooner or later they'll probably know. My true feelings. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna study chem now. Honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-633446961362740312?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/633446961362740312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=633446961362740312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/633446961362740312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/633446961362740312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-updating.html' title='Just updating.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-569993677175537197</id><published>2011-03-21T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:42:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream High Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3vzuiof1f4M" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in-case you haven't watched it before, well you should. Its the full concert btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-569993677175537197?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/569993677175537197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=569993677175537197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/569993677175537197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/569993677175537197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream-high-concert.html' title='Dream High Concert'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/3vzuiof1f4M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-9108571165785283597</id><published>2011-03-20T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:48:41.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why丑化自己??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Why what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_SQHqK-Ly18/TYS3o9CFzyI/AAAAAAAAIz4/Qxh4aRY8XeQ/s320/h53.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY HOW EXCITING WAS THAT!&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been waiting ages for a post like this, so I decided to give you la. Nah give you la give you la. Hahhahha. Okay fine, sorry. Anyway, don't judge my zi-lian pic ok. I was just bored, and zi-lian-ing really helped. Actually I only wanted to take a few, but I see myself so chio, so take more lor. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something about my BHB-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Saturday, tomorrow's Sunday, yesterday was Friday. OMG I sound like Rebecca Black. Her song sucks big time. I can't even say anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya anyway, after this weekend, SA starts already. And you can see from Twitter, that everyone's tweeting about how they haven't started, and they're still playing around and studying or whatever. Then the next moment they tweet something else, which is so obvious that they're studying, and they always have been. I honestly honestly don't understand these people. If you're studying, then so be it. WHY LIE and TRY TO LOOK COOL? But it's not even cool anyway. I'd think you're more cool if you were actually studying. But NOT tweeting about it. Cool bodoh. Why say stuffs like, "Shit, I haven't started." "Shit, someone teach me this/that." "Ahya, I give up on Chem/math/econs/bio" and then next moment "Okay, I must study harder coz I don't wanna stay back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can't remember everything I read la. But everytime I read something like that, I get irritated. I tweet like that sometimes though. The kind, "Eh shit, I haven't studied. I just woke up." But then I don't add something else that contradicts my statement. Okay nvm. I dno how to explain. In conclusion, I'm just irritated. Or maybe it's just coz I don't like you. /shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to chance upon a group called Tucker. Go search TuckerOfficial on Youtube. The guy called Jonny is so cute! Okay, maybe not to some of you, but I don't know why, I just got attracted. I don't really have a fetish for Angmohs, but this one attracted me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks my darls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-927548071965491640?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/927548071965491640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=927548071965491640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/927548071965491640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/927548071965491640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/zi-lian-much.html' title='ZI-LIAN MUCH!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9Us7wdoligk/TYS3XOFYLiI/AAAAAAAAIw4/GYZHkldMj8g/s72-c/h2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-184579700823123701</id><published>2011-03-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:42:07.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays or Study break ah?</title><content type='html'>It's Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a 1 week 'break' now. Well it's supposed to be the holidays, but SAs come right after it. And they're making the SAs some kind of huge major exams so ya, YOU HAVE TO STUDY FOR IT. But, so far, I've already had 2 BBQs. So we can probably all gauge how my 'studying' is going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our LONG-AWAITED E5 GET TOGETHER on Saturday! LIKE FINALLY YOU BITCHES. You have no idea how happy and excited I was to finally see everyone again. I'm not kidding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189217_10150429091120624_780340623_17905032_3658485_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189217_10150429091120624_780340623_17905032_3658485_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had this surprise cake for Wilson to celebrate his Birthday in advance. And he had totally no idea we planned it and I could totally see from his face that he was quite touched. But, still lacking the tears though. Anyway, the cake was an Awfully Chocolate cake. And it totally just reminds my of how Yuanlong goes, "Awful cake. Yeah no problem lol." Kinda like an inside joke la, or not really if you get it. But it's so damn funny that every time someone say's "awful cake" I have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/199933_10150429108625624_780340623_17905389_7478632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/199933_10150429108625624_780340623_17905389_7478632_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, a few of us went for some Tau Hueh. Lots of thinking back to what happened during Secondary school. But then, half the time, they were talking about Sec1. So I was clueless la. But thinking back is always fun and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Downtown East for Tiffany's birthday chalet! And BBQ again. So yeah, that explains my 2 BBQs in a row. Photos are still being uploaded onto Facebook. We took like 500plus photos. ZAI right. Anyway, Tiff invited her Secondary school friends as well. So the room was quite crowded la. We had our own ways of being high and finding things to do. Or rather, we spent our whole night gambling. So we managed to DONG until the next morning, then went for Mac Breakfast. I won $25 that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back to the room, we all knocked out. While we were asleep, Tiff's Sec sch friends left. After like 3 hours of sleep, Qianyi was awake and wouldn't let me sleep already. So naturally, everyone else woke up too. Then somehow, we started gambling again. And................ I won like 70 bucks. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there's school tomorrow. If not I would have stayed for the 2nd night. But like no one staying for the 2nd night kinda wasted leh. Thought her secondary school friends would come back and stay. Sorrrrry TIFFFFFF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, excessing gossiping = revealing too much. Shit. I feel so 2-faced now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of uploading 500 plus photos. Uploading is 1 thing. Tagging them all is another thing altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-184579700823123701?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/184579700823123701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=184579700823123701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/184579700823123701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/184579700823123701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/holidays-or-study-break-ah.html' title='Holidays or Study break ah?'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-326518065442005704</id><published>2011-03-14T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:21:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep forgetting that you won't know who fs you. Anyway why all the pictures only you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Trying to TU CHU my beauty la, obviously.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-326518065442005704?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/326518065442005704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=326518065442005704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/326518065442005704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/326518065442005704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-keep-forgetting-that-you-won-know-who.html' title='I keep forgetting that you won&amp;#39;t know who fs you. Anyway why all the pictures only you??'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-642017510374503744</id><published>2011-03-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:09:18.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WO DE LIAN HEN CHIO WORX.</title><content type='html'>Eh actually right, even though I'm not pretty (I admit), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200566_10150106395124671_674869670_6347229_5442078_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200566_10150106395124671_674869670_6347229_5442078_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183698_10150106378099671_674869670_6346994_2991513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183698_10150106378099671_674869670_6346994_2991513_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199882_10150106367164671_674869670_6346950_3666436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199882_10150106367164671_674869670_6346950_3666436_n.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190430_10150106378194671_674869670_6346995_7605828_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190430_10150106378194671_674869670_6346995_7605828_n.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189597_10150106374279671_674869670_6346984_170084_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189597_10150106374279671_674869670_6346984_170084_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190372_10150106399094671_674869670_6347266_1566683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190372_10150106399094671_674869670_6347266_1566683_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still love my face leh. Okay, I have a lot of flaws. Or maybe, my whole face is flawed. My super duper heavy eyebags, a big nose, a big mouth, huge teeth, double chin, almost single eye-lid, and that pimple on my nose. But then, when you put everything together, yes you get a pretty ordinary looking girl, but if you look carefully, I actually don't look that bad right.......................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, at least my retarded faces look decent. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Human Wave Record today. VERY LAME. They didn't even care whether the wave broke halfway, or whether it was done properly or not. You just needed to stay there and hold hands, and lift up your arms when you had to for 5 minutes and TA-DA! You just set a record! And hence, you'll see TPJC in the Singapore Book of Records in the next issue. Errr yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lessons sort of ended at 1130 today. And we had to eat right? So we decided to try walking out of school. Who knew, the guard didn't even care! Or rather, I think he didn't even see us. So the 8 of us just walked out the front gate. Just like that. But we walked one huge round just to be far far away from the school to reach Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for the 2.5km run. Okay laaaaa.... The first few laps were quite fun, when we went as a group past the Gantry. Hahahah. Then everyone started running, so it got kinda boring and lame. But we still completed it. So yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the end of the day for the most of you. But uh-uh... not for us guitarists! We still had practise. Alllllllll the way until 7. Initially, they said it was compulsory for all of us to stay in school for the CCA 2.5km run, but then made it optional afterwards. Thank-goodness! But hor, in the end... we stayed until 8. Coz Jiahui and Janice had to stay back to practise NOT buzzing, so I just sat there to pei them lor. Oh yea, Jiahui and I were damn excited for breaks today, coz we ran outside the guitar room just to zi pai. HAHAHAH. Woo. I like zi pai-ing leh. But still, don't judge me. I like it coz it's funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ALOTTTT to say today actually. But decided to filter out my negative feelings and post the more exciting stuffs today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-642017510374503744?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/642017510374503744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=642017510374503744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/642017510374503744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/642017510374503744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/wo-de-lian-hen-chio-worx.html' title='WO DE LIAN HEN CHIO WORX.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8239362416993699224</id><published>2011-03-11T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:14:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute skin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HEY THANKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8239362416993699224?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8239362416993699224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8239362416993699224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8239362416993699224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8239362416993699224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/cute-skin.html' title='Cute skin!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6195265024394132900</id><published>2011-03-09T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:08:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Some Head</title><content type='html'>My new template looks weirddddd.... I'm still experimenting around with it. Honestly, it's my first kind using Blogger's templates. I used to always look for skins and just edit the HTML. But I think I'll get the hang of it. So much for being a blogger for 4 years already huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Monday's Hiphop lesson, I've been feeling this strain in my waist since yesterday. But I wasn't sure why. At first I thought it was coz of PE on Tuesday, but then, we didn't even do anything. Then Tiff asked if my waist felt 'sour' and I was like YEAAAA! So I figured it must have been coz of the over-stretching during dance. Ah, Eve uploaded the video of the choreography she taught us. Too bad we're not inside. Must be coz we too noob already, so she didn't include our video. HAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ym6uMViVIa4" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar was being an asshole today. 1stly, they confiscated EVERYONE's phones. So we were all phone-less for like 4 hours. As if that wasn't enough, they made us stay back to practise not buzzing. Then, ok fine. Make us stay back at least attend to us la? But no, Jiahui and I were thrown aside and were told to wait till he was done with everyone else. I seriously got damn pissed so I had to say something. In the end, at least they gave us some attention. But the Ardy's popcorn actually helped in making me happier. If I'm angry/pissed/whatever.... Try putting food or something sweet in my face. I cannot guarantee anything, but theres a 95% chance my facial expression will change. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't even have the chance to gossip anymore! Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way! Try out the reaction thingys below! The shiok, awwww, and bochap options. I find it damn cool leh. HAHAHHAHA ok whatever Muanting, whatever. BUT STILL OK. TRY IT TRY IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6195265024394132900?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6195265024394132900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6195265024394132900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6195265024394132900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6195265024394132900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/gettin-some-head.html' title='Gettin&apos; Some Head'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Ym6uMViVIa4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-1458819729972914396</id><published>2011-03-09T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:27:37.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0h i like the font for your title of the post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;That's why I chose it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1458819729972914396?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1458819729972914396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1458819729972914396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1458819729972914396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1458819729972914396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/0h-i-like-font-for-your-title-of-post.html' title='0h i like the font for your title of the post!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8678427917180272037</id><published>2011-03-08T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:25:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BANG IS BACK.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, if you haven't yet heard (you're probably a mountain tortoise), BIG BANG IS BACK! I love all the tracks in their mini album la of course! But Cafe is too addictive, I HAVE TO HAVE TO post it here. Listen to it if you haven't! WARNING: HIGHLY HIGHLY ADDICTIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ib2ILlCZ0-k" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again! Not forgetting the reason why I fell in love with them in the first place. I still cry EVERYTIME I watch this. All thumbs up for their acting skills. Too bad I've only got 2 thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8xY9Q0Jjt5w" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, school's like that lah. If you happen to be some blog-hopper, then you've probably read about how JC life is, and you're probably already sick and tired of reading the same things again. No? Though I can't possibly say my JC life is the same as theirs coz.... hehehhe you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, very&amp;nbsp;angst&amp;nbsp;recently. So don't even try me.&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes when you talk, wait no... almost every time you open your mouth, I feel like asking you to shut up. No, I don't hate you at all. I just don't like the things you say, and the things you do. They just hit my wrong nerves and you just keep moving yourself into my bad-books. No, it's not princess high-pitch, there's someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar is just....... being guitar. You know? Well at first I was actually looking forward to going for guitar. I think I've said it before la. Gossiping sessions with Jiahui used to be something I looked forward to twice every-week. But now... no... They just had to, had to split us up. Sucker much. But we'll find our way. We'll still try to sit together to open our mouths thats itching to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a re-quote from my post dated 27 Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate being called a flirt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being out-casted.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people step all over me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people purposely make you feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people can't infer my real intentions.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I need someone, but I have no one.&lt;br /&gt;I hate a lot more than what I already hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major major major emphasis on the first point. TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly don't feel like ending my post. But I've run out of things to say already! Hahahha. Maybe I'll stick around blogger for awhile. Change my template or something. I've been&amp;nbsp;receiving&amp;nbsp;a lot of negative feedback about my face, so OKAY la I remove it ok. TSK. You all ah, don't know how to appreciate beauty one leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8678427917180272037?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8678427917180272037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8678427917180272037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8678427917180272037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8678427917180272037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-bang-is-back.html' title='BIG BANG IS BACK.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Ib2ILlCZ0-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-1015928760169309555</id><published>2011-02-20T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:58:38.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it.</title><content type='html'>Why do people sit behind the computer screen, hide their identity, and scold someone like they know her better than everyone else? I don't think it's any one of my closer friends, well at least I hope it's not. Coz as far as I know, none of them type like this. Eg. Hu do eu lyke? Iie tink eu vry ugly. Eu lyke miie izit? WTF RIGHT? Who the hell types like this. They seriously need a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta thank this person, whoever you are. "You're face machiam kena lorry bang." (I helped him brush up his english) "Wth keep saying you cutie. So shameless." "You like to fling with guys alot. Why you so flirt?" Made me realise my BHB-ness could actually coz unhappiness and it's about time I started behaving in public. No, I don't really give a shit about what this person says, I don't live my life for haters anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never knew I'd come to a point of my life where I'd actually get a hater. And get insulted like that. I always thought I portrayed quite a likable image but oh well. Honestly, ever since I came to TPJC, I've been trying to keep a low profile of myself. Talking only to people who I think would be willing to talk to me. I'm not that 'social-able girl' who says hi to everyone I walk past. I don't know a lot of people in the first place. And the people who actually know my existence, even lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was CA week. So everyday was just study for tests. And yea, gonna screw up as usual. Worst paper was math. I think I'm gna get a zero. I happened to just realise this year is actually different from last year. This year, everyone is more hardworking, and it's harder to not be the last anymore. Last year there was still ZHF, who happened to make my grades look nicer. But this year, I think I'm gonna be the one at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood-swings still fluctuating. Right now, at this moment, I don't feel right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1015928760169309555?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1015928760169309555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1015928760169309555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1015928760169309555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1015928760169309555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-1163758471036034766</id><published>2011-02-20T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:27:40.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haters please fuck off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keyboard warrior sitting behind the computer screen typing hate messages to my Formspring and telling me how bad I am. Well take a look in the mirror.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fucking Fuck Face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have someone in mind, as in who it is. But nah. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1163758471036034766?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1163758471036034766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1163758471036034766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1163758471036034766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1163758471036034766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuck-off.html' title='Fuck off.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6332067861040918651</id><published>2011-02-17T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:36:02.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see. But those pictures are moving??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yea, you cannot see meh? Try click on the picture. I think lag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6332067861040918651?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6332067861040918651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6332067861040918651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6332067861040918651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6332067861040918651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-see-but-those-pictures-are-moving.html' title='I see. But those pictures are moving??'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-1886633476129939292</id><published>2011-02-16T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:29:57.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's gif??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;This kind of moving pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1886633476129939292?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1886633476129939292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1886633476129939292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1886633476129939292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1886633476129939292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-gif.html' title='What&amp;#39;s gif??'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3372018136621284188</id><published>2011-02-16T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:32:41.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE GIF.</title><content type='html'>The images are a bit laggy on mine, and it's like they're not even moving! Click on it to see it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmFqPpLzPY8/TVuropH3ZqI/AAAAAAAAIwk/aZC5ClkExDg/s1600/qy+mt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmFqPpLzPY8/TVuropH3ZqI/AAAAAAAAIwk/aZC5ClkExDg/s320/qy+mt.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEpGWUMDBdI/TVurcWbm2jI/AAAAAAAAIwg/7ehJtDevpmo/s1600/mt+wy+tiff.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEpGWUMDBdI/TVurcWbm2jI/AAAAAAAAIwg/7ehJtDevpmo/s320/mt+wy+tiff.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GaV4bz_JKs/TVursG3VtQI/AAAAAAAAIwo/CKHw7GXFaV4/s1600/sharon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GaV4bz_JKs/TVursG3VtQI/AAAAAAAAIwo/CKHw7GXFaV4/s320/sharon.gif" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDnLgcORqKg/TVurwZrCuEI/AAAAAAAAIws/lLVDH1DGdbk/s1600/sq.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDnLgcORqKg/TVurwZrCuEI/AAAAAAAAIws/lLVDH1DGdbk/s320/sq.gif" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5pJUStKmfg/TVurJgTN1kI/AAAAAAAAIwc/7tPj-b4bxx4/s1600/mt+ty.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5pJUStKmfg/TVurJgTN1kI/AAAAAAAAIwc/7tPj-b4bxx4/s320/mt+ty.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgnK9MLDMm8/TVuq-dF2CZI/AAAAAAAAIwY/OSzPJkkDwWw/s1600/mt+tiff.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgnK9MLDMm8/TVuq-dF2CZI/AAAAAAAAIwY/OSzPJkkDwWw/s320/mt+tiff.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCptD2qA24k/TVun8u5dS0I/AAAAAAAAIwU/taX1Xme6ohc/s1600/Tiff.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCptD2qA24k/TVun8u5dS0I/AAAAAAAAIwU/taX1Xme6ohc/s320/Tiff.gif" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3372018136621284188?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3372018136621284188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3372018136621284188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3372018136621284188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3372018136621284188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='LOVE GIF.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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/-HmFqPpLzPY8/TVuropH3ZqI/AAAAAAAAIwk/aZC5ClkExDg/s72-c/qy+mt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-2428478019032377767</id><published>2011-02-09T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:48:58.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable day..</title><content type='html'>My 18th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 18 last year, so this is like already a last year thing. But I can't help it. I think about it almost everyday, or every other day. And nope, it's not because I had this grand 18th birthday, or anything special happened. But unforgettable simply because............ Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a cake. No one sang me a birthday song. I didn't even have a proper breakfast/lunch/dinner with anyone. Be it my Secondary school mates or JC. So my 18th birthday ended up being the WORST birthday ever. I'm not trying to imply anything la. But just that it kinda saddens me. Especially when we're out to celebrate someone else's 18th, then people suggest to do a surprise. Why? Coz it's they're 18th, and it should be special. My 18th was like.... Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get birthday presents la, of course. But that's all there was to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blackberry died on me, so I had to go get a replacement. But because the stupid warranty seal is missing, it ended up being chargable. So $286.50 for a new Blackberry. Okay la, since I love Blackberry so much. I don't mind actually. And my Shoe-lace casing is uber cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to gamble with my classmates this Saturday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2428478019032377767?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2428478019032377767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2428478019032377767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2428478019032377767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2428478019032377767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/02/unforgettable-day.html' title='Unforgettable day..'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-1669743235205456477</id><published>2011-01-29T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:00:24.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouuw...</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucker when it comes to apologies and touching texts. Yes, it's you Qianyi.&lt;br /&gt;It's at times like these when you realise how important you are to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mood swings got better today? Or maybe it's because there's no school today, and staying home is like the most comfortable and relaxing place to be. Is school really that bad? Well, it used to be. Then it got better. Then now it's bad again. What comes next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Blackberry died on me. Or more like it's alive, but I can't use it -.- So much for calling it my beloved. Now I'm using my old Sony Ericsson phone. Yes, the red one. And it's been quite awhile since I typed using this kind of keypad. I still prefer the qwerty one though. And it's helpful how BB shows you the whole convo with the person you're texting. This old cock requires me to remember what I just read, in order to reply. Eishh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寂寞寂寞就好。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1669743235205456477?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1669743235205456477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1669743235205456477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1669743235205456477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1669743235205456477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/ouuw.html' title='Ouuw...'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3360656823343183846</id><published>2011-01-28T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:00:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. No notifications unless I happen to visit your blog(: are you sure you are okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Oh hahahha. Actually I dno how to make it so that you will recieve notifications. But oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3360656823343183846?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3360656823343183846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3360656823343183846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3360656823343183846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3360656823343183846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-no-notifications-unless-i-happen-to.html' title='Oh. No notifications unless I happen to visit your blog(: are you sure you are okay?'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-5145173486843531117</id><published>2011-01-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:55:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like.</title><content type='html'>Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super stuffed. I keep having that uneasy feeling inside of me. And I think I sigh more than 10 times every minute. And no... I don't even know the reason why I'm like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a lot of things inside me, but somehow... This is all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-5145173486843531117?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5145173486843531117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=5145173486843531117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5145173486843531117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5145173486843531117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like.html' title='I feel like.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4942976932657556731</id><published>2011-01-27T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:14:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't give a shit about you. Maybe.</title><content type='html'>Sucks when you thought you could get really close to somebody then who knows, the next moment you're just thrown aside like some useless shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today just sucked la. For me. My mind was elsewhere and I had this weird funny funny feeling inside me. Honestly I don't even know anything but my heart has a mind of it's own. So it reacts the way it has been reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, we got back our Chemistry papers today. Highest in class was a 20/40. My paper was one of the last few, so you can probably guess the kind of marks I got. Yea, it's definitely less than 10. Didn't really feel much since I had expected it. But since my mood was already fucked, getting such results wasn't really helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class lunch after school. Thanks for showing face and turning up la. Sorry I didn't even plan properly and we took damn long to decide where to eat. But I hate and I hate and I hate when I have to feel like I owe you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being called a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being out-casted.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people step all over me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people purposely make you feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people can't infer my real intentions.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I need someone, but I have no one.&lt;br /&gt;I hate a lot more than what I already hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this post sucked, and if you didn't understand anything. Just needed to get it outta my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4942976932657556731?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4942976932657556731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4942976932657556731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4942976932657556731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4942976932657556731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-give-shit-about-you.html' title='I don&apos;t give a shit about you. Maybe.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-458291477921050493</id><published>2011-01-26T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:34:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no. how do i receive a notification. er xin on fb? what!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Errrr actually I also dno. That's why I post in on my blog too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-458291477921050493?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/458291477921050493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=458291477921050493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/458291477921050493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/458291477921050493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-how-do-i-receive-notification-er-xin.html' title='no. how do i receive a notification. er xin on fb? what!!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8900959089411208</id><published>2011-01-25T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:48:09.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just needed to laugh. OMG. I'm being so gossipy right now, I haven't even found the time to even take out my econs/math/chem to do some homework. This is getting interesting. Mmmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY it's official. My Civics Teacher DOES know my name, and YES she&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;recognises my cute face. She calls me every lesson. HAHAHA OKAY FINE. Maybe it's cause I talk in her class. But most of the time it's not me horrrrr.... QIANYI AND TIFFANY gossiping to each other.. Then she... "Muanting......." Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw some really er xin stuffs on Facebook, and it's seriously damn er xin.&lt;br /&gt;But that's what happens if you're damn pretty or skinny or flirtish. Guys like it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA MAHJONG SO BADLY RIGHT NOW..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8900959089411208?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8900959089411208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8900959089411208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8900959089411208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8900959089411208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/mahjong.html' title='Mahjong.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3589597929189276314</id><published>2011-01-25T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:46:39.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaa! I saw your post i got a shock leh! im thinking how can what i say privately appear there -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HAHAHHAHA. When I reply your question, will you receive notification one or not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3589597929189276314?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3589597929189276314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3589597929189276314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3589597929189276314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3589597929189276314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/waaa-i-saw-your-post-i-got-shock-leh-im.html' title='Waaa! I saw your post i got a shock leh! im thinking how can what i say privately appear there -.-'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-679233559663103826</id><published>2011-01-24T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:36:43.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i seriously wonder how he knows sia. and you sure funny not? I think is funny also but not now. irritating sia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I also thought it was funny, when it first started. But now like abit guo fen only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-679233559663103826?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/679233559663103826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=679233559663103826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/679233559663103826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/679233559663103826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-seriously-wonder-how-he-knows-sia-and.html' title='i seriously wonder how he knows sia. and you sure funny not? I think is funny also but not now. irritating sia.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-9087714992214469488</id><published>2011-01-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:52:55.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Days.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I think it's great to meet new people. Meeting new people let's you re-live new events. And it makes me happier, well sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I think I've had end-less doses of laughter throughout the week. Although this week had been pretty tiring. With me going to school with puffy eyes and all. I do sleep okay. Well for 5 hours la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are still dull. But with the never-ending scandalous classmates, lessons seem more bearable. If I were to compare 2010 with 2011, 2011 is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;better. Well for now at least. It's been only 2 weeks since school started, so we can't guarantee anything yet. I've always wanted more rebellious classmates. The original S09s were just too hardworking and guai and I don't know... Just less entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I act a little crazy to hype up the people around me. BUT, I just get slammed in the face for being irritating. Thanks. I kinda hated them for that. I kinda still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar.......... Although I hate to admit it....... But it's actually kinda fun. We're finally getting some attention, and they're finally willing to teach us how to play the songs. I like it. Besides that, Jiahui and I laugh non-stop about.... well just about everything? We can even laugh and laugh, but not even know the reason why we're laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get you. I really really wish you would just leave me alone sometimes. At first I thought you were still okay, but now you're just getting on my nerves. Show some respect for me please. Don't embarrass me. I still have a life to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-9087714992214469488?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/9087714992214469488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=9087714992214469488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/9087714992214469488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/9087714992214469488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-days.html' title='Better Days.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3969967220833316650</id><published>2011-01-20T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:36:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You sounds sad.. Cheer up :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I dooooooo? I'm okay I think, although not my best la. But yea thanks, I will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3969967220833316650?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3969967220833316650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3969967220833316650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3969967220833316650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3969967220833316650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-sounds-sad-cheer-up-d.html' title='You sounds sad.. Cheer up :D'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3038762991718752298</id><published>2011-01-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:05:17.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you say so.</title><content type='html'>Hey, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J2 has been a slut, and no I'm not enjoying it. But gotta admit, I'm actually trying to be more hardworking this year. Although habits are hard to kick, but at least I'm trying. Gonna try my luck and ask my parents if they're willing to pay for me to go for tuition. Coz even if I start paying attention now, at most I'd probably be able to understand a bit only. Firstly, either because I don't even have the foundation. Or, secondly, I'm just dumb. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong was......................... Okay la on the whole? Don't even wanna talk about it actually. Pictures were posted up onto Facebook like 2 weeks ago. If you don't have a Facebook, well it's about time. But then again, Facebook is starting to get boring, and kinda disturbing. So get Twitter instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, S09 has got new classmates. It was awkward for the first few days I think, but it's getting better now I hope. I'm the CG rep (class monitor?) by the way. Weird, but things happen. My CT is like some old..... lady who suffers from memory loss, or rather, doesn't even bother to use her memory space to remember our names. She doesn't even remember her CG rep. She still asks me for my Register number every morning. I'm not expecting much from her tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD, SHIQI, JAYCHOU &amp;amp; MINZY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the girls sit together during breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how I'm feeling right now. Pfffffff (blows fringe).&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk. But I don't know what to say or how to say or who to say it to. Mmmm..&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/6973619404906392736-3038762991718752298?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3038762991718752298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3038762991718752298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3038762991718752298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3038762991718752298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-whats-up-j2-has-been-slut-and-no-im.html' title='If you say so.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-5455170823251577938</id><published>2011-01-18T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:49:13.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why don't you update more often now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Eh lazyyyyy hahhahahaha. Ok soon soon, I promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-5455170823251577938?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5455170823251577938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=5455170823251577938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5455170823251577938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5455170823251577938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-don-you-update-more-often-now.html' title='why don&amp;#39;t you update more often now?'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-7336471965033188497</id><published>2010-12-29T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:56:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didnt mean to stare. Cause is moving so distracting. And it is bigger than the automated bigbang pictures!! HAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;BIGBANG FOR ME TO SEE. MY FACE FOR EVERYONE ELSE TO SEE HOR HOR HOR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I still can't figure out who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7336471965033188497?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7336471965033188497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7336471965033188497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7336471965033188497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7336471965033188497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-didnt-mean-to-stare-cause-is-moving.html' title='I didnt mean to stare. Cause is moving so distracting. And it is bigger than the automated bigbang pictures!! HAHA.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-2891426551924116567</id><published>2010-12-27T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:51:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know the more i stare at your pictures the scarier they get. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HOW ARE THEY SCARY?? TSK! And why are your staring at my pictures in the first place? Orh hor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2891426551924116567?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2891426551924116567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2891426551924116567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2891426551924116567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2891426551924116567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-more-i-stare-at-your-pictures.html' title='You know the more i stare at your pictures the scarier they get. HAHA.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-2585461971585554414</id><published>2010-12-24T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:06:48.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5a7vHEEAFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5a7vHEEAFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRoymVu3jEI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRoymVu3jEI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Gee gee gee gee baby baby, GD GD baby baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is double double, double double, combo. Double double, double combo. This ain't bubble bubble, bubble bubble, gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2585461971585554414?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2585461971585554414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2585461971585554414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2585461971585554414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2585461971585554414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-name-is.html' title='My name is...'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-5230339264172050458</id><published>2010-12-15T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:30:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE HIGH ONLY</title><content type='html'>I JUST WOKE UP BUT I FEEL SUPER HIGH RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHY????????????????????????????????? I SHOW YOU WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDTOP - HIGH HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1M0UKcq8ro?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1M0UKcq8ro?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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;GDTOP feat PARK BOM - OH-YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XOd-MStt2KE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XOd-MStt2KE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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;HIGH OR NOT YOU TELL ME???&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching the HIGH HIGH MV, I was like smiling and smiling thoughout. How can anyone be as cute as them GDTOP? And super cute when you see other Bigbang members in the Mv too! I'm SO HIGH HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you listen to Oh yeah.. Without the MV you love it already! These 3 are a&amp;nbsp;marvelous&amp;nbsp;combo! I love all the songs they sing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIP FOR LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-5230339264172050458?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5230339264172050458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=5230339264172050458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5230339264172050458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5230339264172050458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-woke-up-but-i-feel-super-high.html' title='LIKE HIGH ONLY'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4138269990471219568</id><published>2010-12-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:04:11.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hen cool de shuo.</title><content type='html'>Ohh. I just realised whatever Formspring question you guys ask me, and everytime I reply, I can make it into a blog post. Auto update one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4138269990471219568?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4138269990471219568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4138269990471219568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4138269990471219568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4138269990471219568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/hen-cool-de-shuo.html' title='Hen cool de shuo.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8153014866778477922</id><published>2010-12-09T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:02:39.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant wait for? Present? dont expect it to be a big or valuable gift. Seriously i dont know why i even buy that. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HOW MANY TIMES I TELL YOU ALR!! I ALSO DON'T EXPECT ANYTHING! SERIOUSLY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/muanting?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8153014866778477922?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8153014866778477922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8153014866778477922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8153014866778477922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8153014866778477922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/cant-wait-for-present-dont-expect-it-to.html' title='Cant wait for? Present? dont expect it to be a big or valuable gift. Seriously i dont know why i even buy that. LOL.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8225091055136763951</id><published>2010-12-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:26:09.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 hours works.</title><content type='html'>Stayed awake for nearly 40hours the yesterday. Or 30plus la rather. I lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep the night before. Went to bed at like 5am, tossed and turned until 8am then I gave up and decided to stay awake. Then last night I knocked out at 12midnight. And it felt good to sleep early at last. Was supposed to wake up earlier today for mac breakfast. But I couldn't bear to stop sleeping, to decided to cancel and go back to sleep. Met up with a few of them at chinatown later on to pay for our Hong Kong trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid's back yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just blogging coz I'm waiting for a Dota game. And I don't have anything to watch already. Uploading the Family Outing Series onto my YouTube account, so that I can have more space in my computer. And gonna make it private, so that it won't get any copyright strikes. If you wanna watch, add me as a friend on youtube, and I'll share my video with you. Just needa ask. It's english subbed btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8225091055136763951?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8225091055136763951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8225091055136763951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8225091055136763951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8225091055136763951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/40-hours-works.html' title='40 hours works.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8791596839716276319</id><published>2010-12-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:35:02.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>Just in-case you guys aren't aware...&lt;br /&gt;Nope, the comments you post on the formspring box on the left hand corner have not disappeared. You just have to check my formspring to see my reply. Just in case you didn't know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/muanting"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/muanting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8791596839716276319?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8791596839716276319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8791596839716276319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8791596839716276319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8791596839716276319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3620682932750416642</id><published>2010-12-03T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:27:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh hi. I wanna slap you.</title><content type='html'>You know I totally feel like slapping someone right now. Yes, it's 3am in the morning and yes, more than 5 hours has passed since it happened, but still!!!!!!!!!! Don't know whether it's coz my palms itchy or what lah. Seriously wanna just swing my sexy arms and let my palms land on your face with a nice piak and hope the mark of my finger prints stay there forever!!!! LITERALLY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah. I very humji. So I'm not gonna say who it is. Or what they did. Humji jiu humji la. You want to an zua!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehhehehhe. Anyway! Some of you have probably heard, I'm allowed to go to Hong Kong!! Although I wasn't keeping my hopes up when I tried to ask but yea. Thought they still wouldn't allow me to go la, but it ended up otherwise. Heh. Everyone's like asking, "How come your parents suddenly allow?" Actually, I also dno the answer to that question. Hahah. Anyway, go Hong Kong of course must shop dao shuang right? And eat dao shuang also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad asked me go Hong Kong do what, naturally I said, "Errr, shopping lor." Then he go tell me, "Shop shen me shop. HK de dong xi bi xing jia po hai gui la! Bu yao mai yi da gui da bian hui lai. Qu na mian chi jiu hao." Sorry ah, I lazy to type it in chinese. Read han yu pin yin more ci ji gan right. Anyway yaaa!! I think he xian wo not fat enough. Wait no, he everytime say I fat leh. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the "I feel like slapping you" incident, I'm quite glad I went to watch HELLO STRANGER today. I STRONGLY RECOMMEND you guys to go and watch it. It's a Thai movie by the way. Unless you can't understand the English/Chinese subtitles, then you should have no reason not to understand what they're talking about. Basically, the movie was funny and romantic and funny. It was a 2 hours long movie. I spent 1 and a half hours laughing, and the other thirty minutes crying. And I was actually holding back my tears, and I used up 1 packet of tissue paper. So imagine if I didn't hold in my tears. Hmmmmmmmmm... OK. ZHONG ER YAN ZHI, it's a great movie. Go watch! Shall not be a spoilerrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my body clock is still screwed up. I can't really fix it. Even if I plan to sleep earlier, I'll just toss and turn from say 1am till 4am then fall asleep. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I just realised, they really did remove part 2 of the Bigbang youtube video. Awwwwwwwwwwww....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3620682932750416642?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3620682932750416642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3620682932750416642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3620682932750416642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3620682932750416642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/12/eh-hi-i-wanna-slap-you.html' title='Eh hi. I wanna slap you.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-2994140522884788685</id><published>2010-11-30T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:30:38.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GTOP COMBO.</title><content type='html'>WHILE I'M IN THE MOOD, YOU GUYS HAVE GOTTA WATCH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING CRAZY AND SCREAMING ALL OVER AGAIN, EVEN THOUGH I'VE WATCHED IT ON TV ALREADY. GTOP COMBO OWNS. BIGBANG OWNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-DRAGON + TOP + TAEYANG. WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAEYANG - BREAK IT DOWN + I NEED A GIRL. TOP - TURN IT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQoH5_M4adM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQoH5_M4adM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=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;GTOP - KNOCKING OUT (NEW!). G-DRAGON + TOP + TAEYANG - HALLELUJAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JLPkUtZqKJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JLPkUtZqKJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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;VIDEOS ARE IN SUPER HD! SUPER DUPER GOOD QUALITY!&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT FAST, COZ I THINK THEY MIGHT GET COPYRIGHT STRIKES SOON!&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL HIGHHHH! I CAN'T GET OVER IT. GTOP COMBI IS THE SEX!!! NOTHING CAN WIN THEM. CAN'T WAIT FOR THEIR ALBUM TO COME OUT. AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY CALENDER AND MY ORGANISER AS WELL. I'M GOING BONKERRRS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-DRAGON + TOP ARE BOTH MY BFS, MY TWO MOST FAVED IN BIGBANG, AND FOR THEM TO COME TOGETHER LIKE THIS IS JUST TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARANGHAEYO~~~~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those losers who can't get over the fact that 2ne1 won so many awards, suck it up. They rock and it's about time you accepted the fact. Pssssh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2994140522884788685?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2994140522884788685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2994140522884788685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2994140522884788685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2994140522884788685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/gtop-combo.html' title='GTOP COMBO.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-603139738451254620</id><published>2010-11-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:59:26.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 meh?</title><content type='html'>Firstly, my blogskin looks screwed up from my Google Chrome browser, but looks perfectly fine on Safari. Screwed up as in the Gif file doesn't work. Anyone else having the same problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about school, coz I haven't been going back to school. And no, I don't miss school, and I don't miss anyone as well. We didn't have any strong bonds between us to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped telling people I loved them after Day 1. I gave up, coz I didn't get the response I wanted back. And it's kinda hard to make yourself tell them you love them. They probably don't even feel the same way, but just feel indebted, and say it anyway. That kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go Korea. And it bugs me a lot. I'm 18 but I still can't do what I want to do. I'M 18 FOR GOODNESS SAKES. But the rest aren't planning on going to Korea already, since it's too expensive to go. They're opting for Hong Kong, which is more than 2 times cheaper, and includes&amp;nbsp;accommodation. I wanna go, and I'm gonna ask, but I already know the answer. Even though I'm 18. Whatever, I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock is kinda screwed too. I slept at 550am and woke up at 4pm. Planning to wake up for breakfast tomorrow morning, but it's gonna be super awkward. Even though I suggested to have one, I'm actually hoping they cancel it or something. I'd rather go there and eat myself, or dabao home or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, I'm super hungry right now. But we're out of Ramyun, and Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I talk to people on MSN and they don't wanna talk to me. I hate how Facebook has become so popular among all ages, that I'm now starting to lose my privacy in saying whatever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to try and sleep. Or probably watch another episode. But I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-603139738451254620?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/603139738451254620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=603139738451254620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/603139738451254620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/603139738451254620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/18-meh.html' title='18 meh?'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6204221315341674160</id><published>2010-11-20T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T03:36:29.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newer and better.</title><content type='html'>Unless you're blind, you probably would have noticed the new look already right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 1 hour to choose the pictures and to edit this skin. I like it a lot! So what are the changes done?&lt;br /&gt;1. I removed my cbox. So to tag, just ask me in my formspring. I'll reply, don't worry! Cbox got irritating coz of those spam thingys.&lt;br /&gt;2. Links removed. There were too many broken links, and I realised I hardly ever browse those links anyway. I guess I have to start making use of the bookmarks in my browser.&lt;br /&gt;3. gif images! Don't you just love my face?&lt;br /&gt;4. Nuffnang is still there! Don't forget to click on it everytime you see an ad okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, had a mini e1 gathering today. It's been ages. And I guess we're starting to feel the absence of each other hor? Because suddenly, everyone is beginning to organise outings. Like, the movie outing tomorrow. HP7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm getting out of here. A little tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6204221315341674160?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6204221315341674160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6204221315341674160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6204221315341674160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6204221315341674160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/newer-and-better.html' title='Newer and better.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-2375833245479958774</id><published>2010-11-15T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:40:43.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>I think I need to go around telling people I LOVE THEM too. I should go tell my friends and my family and whoever I meet. It could change someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when the speaker told us about his friend. How he never told him he loved him, and his friend ended up dying. Not gay love okay, friendship love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell people I love them. But I no guts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2375833245479958774?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2375833245479958774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2375833245479958774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2375833245479958774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2375833245479958774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6013908924431753425</id><published>2010-11-15T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:06:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships.</title><content type='html'>What's with relationships you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not BGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Relationship Workshop today. And the speaker was under Adam Koo, so it's almost like a motivation workshop that kind of thing. Anyway YEA, I went for the workshop even though I said I wasn't going to. Wasn't planning to, but we were told that if we didn't go, we had to pay $90 for it. So Qianyi and I rushed back to school 1 hour late and attended it. To be honest, I don't regret it. I mean, yea... I found use in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only about relationships with your bf/gf but also with your family and friends. I found myself nodding to a lot of things he said. Actually, I wanted to share what I learnt and realised today. But, now that I'm at it, I don't know how. So I'm changing my mind, and I'm gonna talk about something related instead. Like, how I felt and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;I needed a best friend to relate what he said to. But I couldn't because I don't have one. He said something like, "In order to maintain a good relationship, you have to know the person's values. What is their most important value?" Value could be anything. Trust, sincerity, money, fun, that kind of anything. So I wondered what mine was. He asked everyone actually, "What is your most important value in a friend?" I didn't know the answer to that question, and I believe not everyone did. Coz I mean, who would sit down and actually go and think about stuff like that. When he came to me, I couldn't really answer, so I just said, "Everything." But I meant that as a joke lah. But now that I'm thinking of it, what I value the most, as in what I want the most from a friend, is the support they can give. Support. When I need someone, I don't have this 1 specific person I can go to and throw all my burden at. I don't have this person behind my back who supports me when I need it. Either I keep it to myself, or I just tell whoever I think is right to tell at that moment in time. If you've been actually supporting me all this while, but I haven't noticed, well sorry. But, yea thats how it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe people with low self-esteem. Even though I may seem like one. But I don't hate myself. I don't whine and moan about how I don't have a boyfriend, or how a guy doesn't want me. And I totally just hate people who complain that they're a loner, when they have this huge group of people squirming about their feet. Seriously. It's all over Twitter. And to be honest, Twitter is starting to get on my nerves. Some people tweet with no sense. Or, they're just saying something to gain attention, or gain sympathy or what not. Ew. Okay, I'm not referring to those lame tweets, like mine la. I admit I tweet dumb stuff like, "Hi, I just farted." But I don't know, it's better than, "Why doesn't he look at me?" "Why is everyone having boyfriends except me?" "I've done so much for you, what have you ever done?" "I should shut myself up and be a loner." "Why nobody believes me?" I don't know about you guys, but this kind of thing irritates me. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. And I also can't stand INSENSITIVE IDIOTS. "Oh. I got 70 rank points for my overall." 70 rank points is quite good by the way. Each A you get, you receive 20 points for H2 subjects and 10 for H1. Total points you can get is 90. But since pw isn't out yet, its only 80 for now. So this particular person got like 70/80 for her points. Then she goes, "I think I can't cope in J2." OMFG BITCH. This kind of people ah, make your insides go fire only. You can't even counter it or what seriously. And it's the day we got back results. Urgh. My rank points are probably like 30 or 40 odd. Didn't calculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I digressed. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yea. I realised I look out for my friends quite often. Maybe they don't realise it, but it's something I realised about myself today. I'm not asking for anything in return. I'm just saying. I have this friend, Dawn, who doesn't like this ---&amp;gt; -.- So what happens? I find myself more aware and careful that I don't accidentally type -.- whenever I talk to her, or wherever she can read. And -.- is something I used to use all the time. Then there's this teasing stuffs. Like how you link a girl and a guy. My class loves that. I don't know why!!!!!!! I mean, if you link me with someone decent, I probably wouldn't be making a big fuss like what I'm doing now. Like how we link Shou De with Yiseul or Qian yi with Wenjie. Stuff like that. Why that China guy? I can't stand it. Wish people were just more sensitive and aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I'm someone who holds grudges. So if you shoot me, I'll find some way to shoot you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;So how do you build a better relationship with your parents? The speaker said for daughters and mums, the best way is acts of service. Which involves doing house chores and all that stuffs. Mum's feel the love from their daughters when they offer to do the dishes, or the laundry. I agree. Coz I think my mum loves that. But I don't do that when she's around. For daughters and dads, quality time together. YEA, my dad loves that a lot. He's always finding ways to do things together. I don't know. Like always getting jealous when I go out with my friends or something. And we both always get into an&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;about the same issue. THIS ISSUE, rather. I guess that's just the way dads are. I might try these out sometime. Might. But even when I don't try, I already know these are the things they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about sons and mums? Physical touch. Hugs and kisses and stuff like that. Sons and dads? Words of encouragement. Build up the ego dads have and want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm literally&amp;nbsp;regurgitating&amp;nbsp;what he said just now. But I found it useful, coz I could relate to it. But he never really mentioned anything about brothers and sisters, which I think is the most crucial relationship I need to maintain. I'm almost on the brink of hating my brother. That's how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I guess that's it. Sorry if it was boring. But if you actually went to think about it, or if you were actually there yourself, you'll probably have found it useful too. Well, minus the parts where I digressed and started complaining. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6013908924431753425?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6013908924431753425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6013908924431753425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6013908924431753425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6013908924431753425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/relationships.html' title='Relationships.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8110468956874722542</id><published>2010-11-11T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:31:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To promote is a joyful thing.</title><content type='html'>And hi guys guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I PROMOTED!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hell yeah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for all that whining and worrying and crying and complaining and sleepless nights. I bet there are people out there going, "Wtf, she say until she sure retain like that. End up also diam diam and promote."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, if you're not close to me, it's best you shut up. Coz you can ask the people around me. We all thought that was it. Yes, there was still this little part that went, "Ahya don't worry, you'll make it. I think they'll push you up. You'll promote." That little part turned out to be true, and it turned out to be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into class this morning, and was totally nervous. Literally shaking. Then Mr Seow walked in. "Alright, if I call your name, you have to proceed to LT3." "For what?" "Just go to LT3. Okay the following, Hengfei....." As soon as he called that name, I knew this was it. After calling 5 names, I didn't hear my name. My mouth was open, and I was shocked, and I still couldn't believe it. But I still couldn't help but smile a little. Then I looked around, and Shiqi was smiling at me, and I don't know. I felt good. Then Mr Seow repeated the names again. I was thinking, "Dang, maybe he missed out my name just now." But still.... my name didn't get called! That was it. You should have seen my face. You should have seen our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the end. What's more surprising was I passed everything! Minimum grade E. So I got like BEEEED. And the B is for chinese. Zzzzzzz.... Anyway yahhhhh! But they're all like 45% or 46%. Zzzzz. I think the teachers pushed me up lah. But it's still good nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not xing zai le huo-ing. I don't like how this is happening to others. But I don't know what to say either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was bearable. I mean, how could anything be worse than what I went through BEFORE this morning. I even caught myself smiling to myself in the middle of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh and I found MARY STAYED OUT ALL NIGHT&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;subs! Have been waiting for this drama to come out for super long. And JANG GEUN SUK is still as cute as ever! His smile will just melt you. But then, I still wish he tied up his hair though. And the other male lead is from Bad Guy. I used to like him alot tooo! And the female lead, MOON something, suddenly forgot her name. She was in Cinderella's sister, and her role here and there are 2 different&amp;nbsp;characters. TOTALLY DIFFERENT. AND I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was gonna start my I&amp;amp;R, but I suddenly felt a Haru haru crave. And after watching it for don't know how many times already, it still touches my heart. Haru Haru was the song that made me fall in love with Big Bang in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-h5u8e4xSA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-h5u8e4xSA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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;Enjoy it and I hope you cried at the end like I did.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realised that girl is the one from SungKyunKwan Scandal! Go watch that drama too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously should go and do my I&amp;amp;R now. It's due tomorrow and the progress done so far is neither here or there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8110468956874722542?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8110468956874722542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8110468956874722542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8110468956874722542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8110468956874722542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-hi-guys-guess-what.html' title='To promote is a joyful thing.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3770961422446981350</id><published>2010-11-04T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:49:01.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just incase you forget my face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Watch where you're looking. That's my boyfriend you're looking at. Hands off and eyes off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;NA NAMPEOUN YA. NOL, CHU GU LEH! KA. BAILI KA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3770961422446981350?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3770961422446981350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3770961422446981350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3770961422446981350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3770961422446981350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Just incase you forget my face.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TNLEGzRuNQI/AAAAAAAAIwE/gcZSjE_Mp_8/s72-c/an.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-1187676846129575692</id><published>2010-11-04T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:41:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You guys are boring.</title><content type='html'>Da jia hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to like get back into the blogging groove again. Un-updated blogs look terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left off where I said I couldn't survive with my phone for more than a day right? Well, just so you know.. I actually lived without it for more than 2 weeks. Yea, mainly because I was lazy to go get it fixed. And I got used to being without a phone. It made me feel more... free and safe. Weird, cause you feel insecure when you reach somewhere early/on time.. and have to wait for others, and you don't even know whether they'll even come or not. But then, I don't even dare to be late, coz if you're late, you can't even imagine what's going to happen next. So in conclusion.. my phone-less days led me to being on time, and taught me the lesson of what it's like to wait for people. For almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the end of it. Coz my phone went back into SOS mode a week later. But this time, it was the sim's problem so I got it solved pretty quickly. I think it was like a 3 days without phone thing. But I was already used to it, so it didn't really bother me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent addiction : Comebuy.&lt;br /&gt;It's similar to koi.. But because it's a TPY, and the koi at TPY taste ridiculous... I can't even bring myself to spend on it anymore. Seriously. It's like I've lost the trust in TPY koi already. And thank goodness comebuy came into business. And its nearer to TPY interchange, which kinda suits my laziness, and not having to need to walk so far. But then, if it was anywhere else, I would still pick koi out of the other bubbletea shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost been 3 weeks since the last B4 meeting. Or has it been 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, results. I really really really wanna run away from it. But it's the reality and I can't do anything. Even though I heard they pushed a lot of people up, I'm still quite sure, my results are not even worth pushing up. I worked harder for promos, yes, but it wasn't the best I could do. So now, I'm sort of like waiting for a miracle. Idk. Sort of hoping there are like 200 people who did worse than me, so I will like stand out or something. That's mean, but that's my only hope left to promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... there's something I wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought about it like randomly few days ago. And I don't think it's appropriate to say anything about it here, coz I now how powerful a blog post can be. Seriously. I think no one would understand this better. But I just feel like. There's something about this school, and this class, that I feel that I won't miss. I mean, there are good times and all that, but it's like... I'm just living a dull and stupid life. Nothing excites me, and I don't look forward to going to school. Back in secondary school, even though BHSS sucked, and friends were so-so.. Never once, did I ever go and take an MC. The number of MCs I've taken this year just says it all. Not that my classmates/schoolmates suck lah. That's not what I mean. What I wanna say is, I don't feel it. Like I don't feel the kind of friendship which people say you will have. "Better make alot of good friends in JC, coz they're the ones who'll be there for you the rest of your life." "JC friends relate to you better." I don't see it. I don't confide in any of my JC friends at all. Even if I had to tell someone, it wouldn't be them. I'd rather keep it to myself or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just what I feel la. No offence kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't stand it when people say we're best friends. We're not. Do you guys even understand the meaning behind those two words? And maybe I should start being scary, that way people will probably consider my feelings more. Coz right now, I just feel like an insignificant object. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1187676846129575692?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1187676846129575692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1187676846129575692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1187676846129575692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1187676846129575692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-guys-are-boring.html' title='You guys are boring.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3234005722354854420</id><published>2010-10-29T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:55:23.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want anything anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leave me alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3234005722354854420?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3234005722354854420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3234005722354854420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3234005722354854420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3234005722354854420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-want-anything-anymore.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-7437186144750007615</id><published>2010-09-28T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:13:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that, and fuck that.</title><content type='html'>Problem. Major problem. I feel damn gao wei without my phone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly,&lt;/b&gt; I don't even know why it's suddenly in SOS mode.&lt;i&gt; Fuck that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secondly, &lt;/b&gt;after queueing for so damn long at SingTel yesterday, the guy who served me is some fucking blur uncle.&lt;i&gt; Fuck that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirdly&lt;/b&gt;, he told me that I couldn't replace my sim card, an adult needed to be there. But I'm 18, and the account is under my name. I argued back abit, and he became hum. &lt;i&gt;Fuck him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forthly&lt;/b&gt;, I don't what he did after that, but I managed to get a new sim. But I needed 1 working day for it to activate. &lt;i&gt;Fuck that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifthly&lt;/b&gt;, its almost the end of 1 working day right now, and my phone is still in SOS mode. Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixthly&lt;/b&gt;, now, not only my sim card doesn't work, but my phone is in 'HANG-MODE' right now. &lt;i&gt;Fuck that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough fucking for the day. I'm just too pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've to live another day without my phone. As if TODAY wasn't bad/long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7437186144750007615?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7437186144750007615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7437186144750007615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7437186144750007615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7437186144750007615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-that-and-fuck-that.html' title='Take that, and fuck that.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-5381848053473359264</id><published>2010-09-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:17:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy pill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TJ9Tox7WgYI/AAAAAAAAIvM/sCX9aOU0TSE/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TJ9Tox7WgYI/AAAAAAAAIvM/sCX9aOU0TSE/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ouch, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duperly tempted to get myself a Tumblr right now. Wait no, I DO have a Tumblr, but I only used it once. It's quite addictive, somehow. But maybe not now, shall get back to Tumblr maybe after all this studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in general was rather unproductive. But then, if you look at it from another point of view, it has been the most productive day ever since my JC life. As in EVER. You should see all the writing I've done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, today I smiled a few times. And it felt really good. I'm still feeling the happiness kick right now. Actually, I'm feeling alot of different kicks, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, recieved this text from Zann. I think almost everyone has recieved it already yeah? The one about the Retarded Friend. No idea why, or which nerve in me went wrong, or probably just a normal reaction, I just smiled to that text. And it felt soooo good, I thought I just had to share it. And soooo, I forwarded it to a few of my friends. Hope it made them smile too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was a little restless later on in the day. So I browsed FB videos. Then! I chanced upon A Bon's birthday dare vid. Ahhhhhhhhhh, that made me laugh for a while. Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's today. All these small, mini happy pills in my life. It's what makes my world go rounddd~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-5381848053473359264?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5381848053473359264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=5381848053473359264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5381848053473359264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5381848053473359264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-pill.html' title='Happy pill.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TJ9Tox7WgYI/AAAAAAAAIvM/sCX9aOU0TSE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-7480800749335564081</id><published>2010-09-23T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:54:07.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I’m not looking to fall in love. I’m not even necessarily looking  for a boyfriend right now. All I really want is to find a nice, good guy  I can text late at night, joke around with, and be stupid with. Someone  who likes the same music as me, someone I can easily talk to, someone I  can be my total self around and not mind at all. A guy I can waste  Friday nights with, laugh with, and have fun with. Someone who’s not  perfect, but understands me, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on Tumblr, and Agnes' blog. And I just went #OMGTHATSSOTRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking and thinking. I don't have any real friends you know. I'm such a loser coz no one texts me. Or rather, they do.. But I get bored and decide to dao them. I want someone who understands when and when not, you know? Ughhhh... loserisme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not majorly content with life right now. Yeah, I've got friends la duh. Not like some others who has noone else but their bfs/gfs. Then start complaining that they have got no friends, when the cause of all these arose from her, and her alone. I've always hated having my closest friend have a boyfriend and then leave me there alone. Although I've only gone through this kind of shit once, I hated it. And I still hate it up till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends my ass. I don't believe in best friends anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7480800749335564081?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7480800749335564081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7480800749335564081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7480800749335564081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7480800749335564081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know.html' title='You know?'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4338894415942597500</id><published>2010-09-22T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:23:20.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 more dayss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TJoWCFwVGZI/AAAAAAAAIvE/3flksSq2_g8/s1600/ooo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TJoWCFwVGZI/AAAAAAAAIvE/3flksSq2_g8/s400/ooo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi waddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, 12 more days to promos!&lt;br /&gt;How prepared are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, school is like pfffftss. To me, it seems as though everyone is out to annoy me or piss me off. Coz, I seem to just feel that way. Somohowo. Not like anybody did anything wrong lah. Must be something inside me connected wrongly, or some nerves gone haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: 12 more days 12 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, heading down to Taka to accompany Joyce for her lunch. So much for my diet plans today. As if Mengling's zui kueh, (fats x 1000) wasn't fattening enough, meeting Joyce got me eating a BACON SAUSAGE. Ughhhhh, fats x 1000000! And shitake mushrooms too. Both were good. Only problems were the OIL, and the amount of MONEY I spent on that. Brrrr.. I promise, yes I promise. To cut down on food from tomorrow onwards. Only thing I'm going to munch on tomorrow will be the Mooncake Shiqi is bringing tomorrow. That, and only that. Then dinner at night and close shop for my tummy. You guys watch and wait, Rui En arms are gonna come back to me. And sexy thighs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: 12 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whose using whatsapp? And who uses BBM? Add me leh! I feel damn lousy when I've no one to talk to. Although most of the time it's my fault no one talks to me, coz 95% of the time, I ending up dao-ing the texts. Hehehehehhehehhh... Not like I mean it lah. Habit-forming results in it being a necessity. Okay, that line just doesn't make sense there. But it's econs okay! ECONS! Elasticity notes are the only set of notes I've done. And I have no idea why I'm so proud of that. I should only be contented if I can do notes for the remainder of econs, but its like, I've already hit the breaks just when I just started my engine. Tsk Muanting, Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB PIN: 21B8AD00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto message: 12 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand attention seekers. Not like I don't attract attention lah. There's bound to be someone out there who sees me as an attention seeker. But that's that, and this is this. Some people are just too extreme. They make you sound as if people like THEM and don't like YOU. But usually, that isn't that case. Even already knowing the fact, you still get turned off when you see stuffs like that. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I go kun liao. No studying done today, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4338894415942597500?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4338894415942597500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4338894415942597500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4338894415942597500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4338894415942597500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-more-dayss.html' title='12 more dayss!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TJoWCFwVGZI/AAAAAAAAIvE/3flksSq2_g8/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-6462173822351310268</id><published>2010-09-19T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:21:40.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORWEEE!</title><content type='html'>Hahahhahahahahahahhaa... KAY! I know what you're thinking!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Like about time you blogged Muanting! And you liar, your 'yesterday' from the previous post never came!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooopppppppppppppppppps~~~~~! Laziness got the better of me. But I know you guys still love me, so I know I'm forgiven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna go update some day by day reflections here like some others do. Coz my brain capacity can't contain so much info about what I've not updated you guys in. So let's just listen to/read whatever comes into my brain while I'm typing k! Even if it's in some randomised orderrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT! I finally touched my books today! No, it wasn't productive. But I made some notes, for econs! But hor, elasticity only, and notes only. Still got the blue and purple book, and memorising to do. You know, I still can't write a full-length essay? I don't know how. And mainly, its because I've never written one on my own before. So much for all that copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the studying part. Can't really talk about what I've studied, because that's all there is so far. Not exaggerating it, like how some people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my housewarming 'party' yesterday! Very HUGEE thankyou to all those who came!&lt;br /&gt;E1s: Sorry for not being able to 'pei' you guys much. &amp;amp; Thankyou to those who brought gifts! ^^&lt;br /&gt;E5s: THANKS FOR MAKING ME PUT MY DOUBLECHIN PICTURE AS MY FB PIC! That game was the highlight of the night! ♥ Thanks BK &amp;amp; Jeremy for the Lava lamp!&lt;br /&gt;B4s + Serene: I SEE YOU ALL LIKE ALMOST ALL THE TIME ONE. HAHAHAHHA. THANKS FOR THE CHOCOLATES LAH. Hehehehhehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;S09s: The group that stayed back the longest! Think you all had a great time gossiping huh! And I wonder how much your cab fares costed. Heehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos are coming. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehhehehehehehee, here's something you never fail to see me post.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can't stand it sometimes. But I can't even voice it out. When someone tells you something, and when you try to tell them something, it's a different story altogether. Or, what you see and think, and what they do and think.. are based on different perspectives, and how biased you are towards the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I can't stand it when I realise something I don't wanna realise. You know organising that housewarming made me realise a lot of things. And I don't think studying or lazy factors should be an excuse. It only reflects how insignificant you think I am. Okay, that's how I feel lah, or rather how it makes me feel. Sorry if it's not. No, you don't need to force yourself. No, you didn't need to come. No, you could've just stayed home and studied. No, you could've saved the money and not bought anything. No need to get affected by my words or what I said. I was just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I can't stand copycats. Or bitches who think they're all that, and look at others as though they're trash. Or those who act like they know everything, even when they don't know. Then you correct them, and they say I KNOW. NO, YOU DID NOT KNOW. And don't insult something of mine, just because you're jealous. Get a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, people who can't take jokes. I can't live with them. No need to shoot back like you're firing some gun or arrow or what. It was a joke, go dig your friggin ears if you can't differentiate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forthly, please don't act like you're Mr/Ms Popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewwwww... Throughout the days when I didn't blog, I had a few things that got me angry at those times, but I can't remember them now. And i guess... whenever I start recalling something that makes me mad/uncomfortable, I start typing too much. To the extent where its excessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6462173822351310268?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6462173822351310268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6462173822351310268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6462173822351310268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6462173822351310268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/09/sorweee.html' title='SORWEEE!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4188464118434011066</id><published>2010-08-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:23:44.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=123.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LURVE ♥  THIS PIC! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to blog tomorrow! SO PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO COME BACK OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS. I'm thankful for the friends I have. &lt;br /&gt;PSS. I hate liars. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PSSS. I hate embarrassing moments. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4188464118434011066?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4188464118434011066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4188464118434011066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4188464118434011066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4188464118434011066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_26.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4380387840986243924</id><published>2010-08-16T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:50:40.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00193-20100814-2223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/IMG00193-20100814-2223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so......... Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I said this before? My visitors count drops everytime I don't blog. Somehow. I feel my blogging skills are wearing off leh. Okay, nvm that's just rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is CA2 week. Not that I'm feeling the kick, ahhhh, nope. I still wish I can feel the kick or something. But, oh well. I can't wait for the September holidays. Most probably going to move by then. Good, coz I'll have a new environment, and my own room, which means private space at last. Bad, coz I have a feeling moving house is very time consuming. I think my new place is a pretty conducive studying environment. So, if you guys wanna come over for study sessions, let me know ya. I welcome everybodeh with open open arms. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, back to it being CA2 week. Math over (20/20), physics not that good (passable), econs tomorrow, GP Thursday, Chem Friday. ALL PUT INTO THIS WEEK. Like okay lor, win liao lor. I need to read through econs later. Can't really do much studying lah. Like, abit impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out why my parents wanted to cancel my data plan. Coz the monthly bill is like $70+, or isit $90+? Sooo, I think I'll needa call up the sing-goddamned-tel and ask them what the shit is this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ALOT OF THINGS TO COMPLAIN ABOUT LEH HOW! But, this time round.. abit bu fang bian to complain here. Sooooo, laoniang shall just keep it in, and yea, just keep it in. I can't possibly wish for all the good things to happen to me right. Ren shen is liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And everytime I say that, I think of something to scold about. LOL, IRONIC MUCH. Ah yeah...&lt;b&gt; I CAN GET SO PISSED BY SOMEONE WHO TALKS TO ME ONLINE, THAT I JUST POINT MY MIDDLEFINGER AT THE MSN CONVO&lt;/b&gt;. I seriously don't understand how some people don't see their limits when they talk one. They think it's fucking funny, but all i can say is, you're just fucking dumb. Next time, rather than just pointing it at the msn convo, I shall turn on my webcam first, and point directly at the person's face. &lt;b&gt;Take that, and fuck it&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur... Okay, seriously needa get out of here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4380387840986243924?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4380387840986243924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4380387840986243924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4380387840986243924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4380387840986243924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-5064958048979865770</id><published>2010-08-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:39:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless BB only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/f1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HUNK/BABES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a babe you see up there. Ahyahh shy... /blush. Actually I love the pic coz my hair looks good there. Somehow. If only my hair can stay like that, nice nice and bouncy bouncy 24/7, I wouldn't need to tie up my hair, and make myself looks so ridiculous. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I just had a 5 days break. But that long weekend felt so short, it felt like just another Saturday and Sunday. SUPPOSEDLY, should be catching up with work or what not during that time. But of course, Muanting is still Muanting. Mahjong, pool, dramas, tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY HAVE THE URGE TO COMPLAIN AND SCOLD PEOPLE. But....... shall not. Well, at least not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I need to complain about this.&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS WANNA GET RID OF MY DATAPLAN LAH. WTF. A BB WITHOUT A DATAPLAN.. CAN SERIOUSLY JUST GO AND THROW IT AWAY ALR LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 20/20 for my Math test. Hahahahahhhahaha, sorry la. HAPPY LEH. And Chem SPA, was alright lah. Si bu liao. Even though I just needed 5 more seconds and I could have completed it, but I guess luck wasn't on my side to get that extra 5 seconds. Oh well. At least I completed most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked onto King of Baking, Kim Tak Gu now. But needa control myself, and slowly watch. If not, I'll get so addicted to it, I won't do anything. Okay, like I'll do anything in the first place. Thinking of Math lecture + Math star tmr, I totally just sian-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, laoniang go kun liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-5064958048979865770?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5064958048979865770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=5064958048979865770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5064958048979865770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5064958048979865770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/useless-bb-only.html' title='Useless BB only.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-7683878872547569070</id><published>2010-08-04T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:10:19.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE YOU GO, SUCK IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/summer" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="summer Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="217" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc173/xoxukii/photography/6fj8mr7.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go Sentosa luh. OH ME GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got Ron to organise one this long National Day weekend. OMG, I'm so looking forward to this long break! Although I sort of foresee, no break but more play. But whateverrr, having fun is what makes my world go round round round roundddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to borrow 100$ from Rocky yesterday. Thankgoodness for friends man. And I can't say it to his face but THANKS ROCKY. I know he'll read this anyway. So there. BITCHFACEDBRO probably felt guilty and threw a 50$ note at me just now. I just dao his cash and walked off. But, ofcourse I'm still gonna let that money enter my wallet lah, heck I need money. I seriously cannot tolerate his nonsense lah. He's so unthankful and disrespectful and rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his comp kena virus coz of too much porn. Seriously. And he just used my comp, and I lent him my ipod to use coz I was generous enough. But then he becomes unthankful when I need money. I'm gonna make his life hell man. Yesterday he also threw 50$ at me, then he took my ipod and walked off. WTF? He think he lend me money can do whatever he want meh. Ofcourse lao niang not happy lah. Then he took the moolah back. Not like I needed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can go suck my non-existent balls for all I care. He's causing my moodswings these days. I really can't take it. My patience is draining, and I mean draining. I don't know. I might even slap someone in school or just shut random people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was pissed in school today. But whatever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math test tomorrow. Everyone says it's easy. I hope I ace it. Anyway, bye babes/hunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7683878872547569070?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7683878872547569070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7683878872547569070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7683878872547569070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7683878872547569070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-you-go-suck-it.html' title='THERE YOU GO, SUCK IT.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc173/xoxukii/photography/th_6fj8mr7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-2549358779173942668</id><published>2010-07-31T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T02:05:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TFMUBhNYiyI/AAAAAAAAIuw/tBEuuDcEu3w/s1600/41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="413" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TFMUBhNYiyI/AAAAAAAAIuw/tBEuuDcEu3w/s640/41.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just miss anybody and everybody all of a sudden. But now, I'm missing my Secondary School mates. I know everyone else does too, but right now, I feel like I need them more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 2e5.&lt;br /&gt;I miss 3e1.&lt;br /&gt;I miss 4e1.&lt;br /&gt;I miss band.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being me, and not afraid to be me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being angry, and my friends will know right away.&lt;br /&gt;I miss friends who understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking about the past.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting down and stoning.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having lunch together after school&lt;br /&gt;I miss studying together with B4s during the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;I miss forever having something to talk about everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a cheapo.&lt;br /&gt;I miss friends knowing what I wanna say, even before I open my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Novena.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sports Days.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Swimming. &lt;br /&gt;I miss Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ingrid. &lt;br /&gt;I miss Mihara. &lt;br /&gt;I miss being happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahaa. Okay lah, not like my life is really bad now. I've still got the friends, and the laughter and all. But, I don't know. I guess we're still not that close yet. Coz sometimes I just wanna be left alone. Sometimes I'm in such a bad mood, that I don't want anybody to cheer me up, or stand up for me, or what not. I just, wanna be alone. Let me show my emo face, let me ignore you, let me dao, let me do whatever I want to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I realised that now, even though I'm boiling inside. Someone, or anyone can just come along, see my dull face, and attempt to cheer me up or something. If I just roll my eyes at them and look away, I feel rude. So the next best option is to just react to it positively. I hope the time comes when I can express my inner feelings more openly, and the rest can actually see what's happening inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I recently got turned of by someone. I really can't tolerate the arrogance, and the kpkb attitude. Especially when I did nothing wrong, and he just vents whatever he wants onto me. AS IF HE DOES ANYTHING MUCH IN THE FIRST PLACE. Seriously. He keeps wanting to do this and do that, and during our meetings, he states this and that. Say he'll do this and that. And in the end, he's the only one with nothing done. "I FORGOT" IS A FUCKING DUMB EXCUSE IN THIS CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have a Sentosa Outing soon? I needa TAN, I'm whitening already lah. Oh oh oh! And I've got this sudden crave to get myself a Tattoo and a Nose Piercing. Cool stuff. But then, LAO NIANG BO LUI NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this study plan for tomorrow. Gonna visit the library again. Away from my computer, and try to get my homework done. Not sure if I'll succeed or not la, but I hope so. I'm gonna promote to J2, you all just watch me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIAK HIAK. I'm off to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-2549358779173942668?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2549358779173942668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=2549358779173942668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2549358779173942668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/2549358779173942668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-i-miss.html' title='The things I miss.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TFMUBhNYiyI/AAAAAAAAIuw/tBEuuDcEu3w/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-8855207340144397658</id><published>2010-07-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:45:24.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennyless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00044-20100723-2153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/IMG00044-20100723-2153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hiak hiak!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes good............... MY FOOT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck with so many extra lessons, but who to blame but myself for not being smart enough to get through SA w/o studying. I'm down for 3 STAR programs - GP, Math and Physics. And I needa go to school at 740 on Wednesdays too. Sux2bme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those, I needa get used to it. I'm starting to already anyway. But then I'm still not doing what my heart wants to do. My heart wants to start studying, wants to do tutorials. But somehow, my reflexes just always tend to do otherwise. So I always end up not doing what I want to do. This is a bad habit I need to get rid of, and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now what. I'm running out of things to say, even though I've not blogged for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm broke. No wait, 50 more bucks to spend and I'm bankrupt. Unless on the way I get some kind donations, or people treat me lunch or dinner or what have you. This week, I think I only spent 20bucks. And in order to further save money, I think I won't be attending B4 outings for the time being. Unless we go cheap places, which hardly ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new bag, a polaroid, a DSLR, a new laptop. All these things are like, see no touch. Really really wanna get myself a new bag, but if I do right now, I probably won't be able to forgive myself. Let's just wait till I get some money first. Like, in 2 more months? Zzzzz... By WHITE bag is like tanned now. I think I'll give a wash during the weekend. Make it look newer, and probably it'll outweigh my temptation into getting a new bag. By the way. ROCKY ROAD is supposed to get me my bag anyway. But apparently, he's refusing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not late. But I'm tired. So, I'm turning in for the night already. Hoping for better complexion by sleeping early. I've been getting at least 7hours of sleep everyday this week. But I'm still tired. And yea, my skin is improving. Unlike the ROCKY ROAD'S FACE. HIAK HIAK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8855207340144397658?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8855207340144397658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8855207340144397658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8855207340144397658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8855207340144397658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/pennyless.html' title='Pennyless'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4325962360435449567</id><published>2010-07-20T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:51:56.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half smile, half frown</title><content type='html'>So what's half a smile, and half a frown put together? =|&amp;nbsp; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not lah! It just means, I managed to smile a lot today, and at the same time, go through shits which made me frown too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest setback for today was my bloody Standing broadjumps. Can jump until 170 plus one lor. Just that I wore the wrong shoes, and my momentum is really wrong, kept leaning backwards. Sian can. I was so happy when I got A for my sit and reach. Coz that's the one I ALWAYS fail. Today, was surprising. Really. And I was happily waiting for my GOLD already, but who knew I'd screw up my Standing broadjump. I got so mad, I really wanted to tell Ms Lek I wanna redo next week. But then, thinking about it, no point. Coz for girls, napha is sort of useless. Next year lah. I'll do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Ahhhhh, met up with Ms Heng for dinner! She treated us weather studies project peepos. Lester and Jaron tagged along as extras. But only made Ms Heng pay more! Anyway, great catching up session, and satisfied my Fish &amp;amp; Co. craving. Catching up sessions always make me feel good. Cause I'm happy when I talk, and when people listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't talk as much as I used to. But I'm getting used to it, weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still other HAPPY and NOT SO HAPPY happenings today. But if I were to list them all out, it'd take ages! Anyway, I was like blog hopping just now, and I chance upon this blog written by someone I don't know, never met, never heard of. I just felt her words sort of related to me, but it's not really the kind of stuffs I would blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There's this small part of me deep down inside that still yearns to be especially cared for by  someone, that wants to be important.. very important to someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That  as long as the someone passes by, I grab hold of that someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  grab hold of him or her.&lt;br /&gt;And I live on it, I feed on it... I  treasure it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im desperate for sincerity. Im desperate for  someone who treats me right too." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose desperate for CUTE LOOKING GUYS lah seriously. I mean, almost every normal girl has their eye open for good-looking guys what. But that doesn't equate to the fact that she's desperate to WANT them. It's just a habit. It just makes a girl feel good when they see some good-looking guy walk past them. To me at least. But what I really want, what I'm really DESPERATE for, isn't some good-looking guy from who-knows-where. I just want, well someone. Him/her/ugly/pretty/hansome/gay/les/... just someone, anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see our results already. I got 12.22/80 for my rank points. But surprisingly, although being the bottom few, I'm still 13th out of the 21 students in my class. Not sure whether it's a good thing, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to buck up Muanting. Go do your Math tutorial lah.&lt;br /&gt;2nd thought. Nah, just go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4325962360435449567?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4325962360435449567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4325962360435449567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4325962360435449567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4325962360435449567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/half-smile-half-frown.html' title='Half smile, half frown'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-6141560573426955833</id><published>2010-07-18T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:57:09.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE STUFF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00013-20100716-1855.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/IMG00013-20100716-1855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I say HEY, you say HO!&lt;br /&gt;HEY~! HO~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught TOY STORY 3 with OG mates, Zhijun and Gabriel. And yeaaa, it's as good as everyone described it. Scary, touching, funny, you name it. After the movie, dinner with B4s at Hotpot Culture. THE HIGHLIGHT FOR THE DINNER - The two freakingly cute waiters there. OMG, I swear they're damn cuteeeeeeeee! ANGELIC FIGURES. If only they were TPJC students. I'd be like their major stalker. Hahahahaha. But I couldn't stop stealing glances at them whenever I could. That's how cute they were. Seriously, I'M NOT KIDDING! If I happen to go marina square sometime soon, I'm gonna have to find an excuse to walk past Hotpot culture, just to see whether they're there or not. I still can't get over it, coz they're totally my type! *SPASM SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, EDWIN'S back! I missed all the other meet-ups except for the one yesterday. Wouldn't have went if Edwin hadn't said he'll treat my movie. Coz I watched DM already, and I'm seriously too broke to watch it again. Which brings me to something i have to complain about, later. Anyway, watched DM again, but in 3D this time. My first time watching 3D leh, no joke. Some parts were cool, but I think 3D is a rip off. If I had paid for the ticket myself, I would be complaining about it. But, free movie lah, so SUA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=38123_417237381660_689346660_450221.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/38123_417237381660_689346660_450221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, dinner at FISH &amp;amp; CO. I love the fish at FISH &amp;amp; CO. But due to my diet and saving plans, I decided to share with Agnes. Satisfy my craving yet able to save. Home-d afterwards. Thanks Edwin for the GIFTS! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TEQTR7DLwiI/AAAAAAAAIug/Bp9soDqVtrM/s1600/34610_417238021660_689346660_4502247_1099413_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TEQTR7DLwiI/AAAAAAAAIug/Bp9soDqVtrM/s640/34610_417238021660_689346660_4502247_1099413_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLAIN TIME. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been recieving feedback that I scold people alot on my blog. But what to do? A angry Muanting is a bitchy Muanting. I just wish people will stop pissing me off. That way, I'll have less things to complain about. And some of the things that I get angry over, can seriously be avoided if the oppositions weren't so asshole-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MY MONEY BACK. I'm not kidding. I've got this whole list of names in my phone of people who owe me money. Some I know will pay me back, so no big deal about them. Even if it's paying me back little by little, I'm still happy about it. Really. That's how easily I can get pleased. But then, sometimes, I GUESS IT'S NOT GOOD TO BE SO KIND HEARTED RIGHT? I helped them buy the bets they wanted. Then when they lose, they act all dumb, and refuse to return me my money. Seriously, this is not a joke, and it is not funny! A POOR MUANTING, IS A VIOLENT MUANTING. I just wish they wake up their sense right now, and do what's right. But that's probably only my wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate PW. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. Hate how it's in my life. I know I'm being bad and unfair to my group when I don't do it. But I really really really really, can't. Well not tonight at least. SORREHZ. I still havn't done my chemistry tutorials, and econs. Kept telling myself to do it for the whole day, but I've still not moved an inch. Zzzzz, don't think they'll be any improvement for the next few hours too. I got S-U-D-U-S-U for my grades. Rank point upon 80 is like 7.5?The D is for Chinese BTW, and it's not included. -.- Anyway, anyone wanna lend me their tutorials tomorrow. Your kindness, will be greatly appreciated. *Bows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go take a shower right now. And decide what I'll do afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-6141560573426955833?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6141560573426955833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=6141560573426955833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6141560573426955833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/6141560573426955833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute-stuff.html' title='CUTE STUFF.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TEQTR7DLwiI/AAAAAAAAIug/Bp9soDqVtrM/s72-c/34610_417238021660_689346660_4502247_1099413_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-5016951954265898335</id><published>2010-07-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:57:18.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1000972.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/P1000972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi suckaaas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah, sorry all my greetings always seem to be scolding you guys. I find it fun to greet my readers in a different way. Hope it doesn't scare people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I hate Math lectures and tutorials now. Imagine how much I used to love math before. But JC math seriously sucks, can't find myself liking anything now. Ah, and don't forget it's like my depression period now. So, I can get pissed like really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2.4km run tomorrow. And I am soooooooooooooo not prepared. Sigh, I think I'll get like B or C leh. I WANT MY A! Nvm, I'll just run like a mad woman tmr. I don't know why, I always look forward to PE these days. One, coz it's really good to distress. Two, sweating makes me feel good, although it results in stickiness and smellyness afterwards. Three, I get to see him. Four, brains not needed. Five, Helps in dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of the week already! I always love Fridays, and it feels really good to know that the week is finally over, and a whole new week to look forward to. Although, the days seem to pass by really fast now. And even though Mondays are a start to the new week, I always dread facing it. Coz we don't know what's in store for us next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to do my Mathematical Induction Assignment now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-5016951954265898335?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5016951954265898335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=5016951954265898335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5016951954265898335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/5016951954265898335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-problem.html' title='Big problem'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8179589866511476564</id><published>2010-07-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:55:04.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE TAKE NOTE.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I want to emo or what lah. I'm just sad. All of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression period for me? Is it? Or just a gust of sadness which will probably go away soon, and there's still a brighten-ed road ahead for me to look forward to? Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, who can get U-grades and still be damn freaking happy, and hop around wherever they go. Abit wrong in the mind eh, this person? I can act like I hack care, and even try to console others whose grades are obviously better than mine. I mean, ey.. I've got bad results too kay? So, complaining to me about how bad you did, when you obviously did better than me, and telling me how sucky you feel, &lt;b&gt;ISN'T GONNA MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those out there with shit results. Look at it, cry about it if you have to, complain about it for a &lt;b&gt;maximum of 1 day&lt;/b&gt;, then stand up and do something about it. SIMPLE theory, SIMPLE logic. I don't have BIG BRAINS, nor am I damn fucking smart, but I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why I don't get upset over my results infront of others, is coz I don't wanna look like some emogirlz58374. Because I know there are other people who scored badly too, feeling bad enough inside already and I don't wanna add on to their misery. But I guess other people don't react the same way as I do. They get bad results, they get upset, they emo, they ignore other people. Its all THEY THEY THEY. ITS ALL ABOUT THEM. THEM AND THEM ONLY. Seriously, sometimes I just feel like slapping them and asking them to snap the shit of it. To me, all these rubbish is just simply AA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to blame anyone or anybody for these grades. I was complacent lah, I thought I would pass even without studying. By passing I meant at least get E for everything. But ok, I just got proven wrong, which only means I just have to do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting their results, many immediately think of their parent's reaction and how screwed they're gonna get. I think that's what most of them are worried about. And yea, I don't have to face this problem, so count myself lucky? But c'mon, I believe you guys saw it coming the moment you decided not to study, or the moment you walked into the exam room, or the moment the paper ended. So what's all this big fuss about, "OMG, my mum's gonna kill me", "OMG, I'm so dead". They knew they'd get screwed afterwards, but they still decide not to study. DON'T GET IT. And others, they study like mad, mug like nobody's business but still don't get good grades. Simple, you didn't study smartly. They say, "Excessive studying only results in adverse effects." So wake up your senses you stupid muggers, and change your study style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bunch of people to scold. Those who got good grades. Well actually, in my class, nobody did EXCEPTIONALLY WELL. The best grades are like Bs and Cs only. Didn't really hear anything about As. So they scored well. WOOO CONGRATS, but control yourself yea? NO NEED TO GO AROUND ANNOUNCING YOU'RE FIRST OR SECOND OR THIRD OR WHAT NOT. Not like you Aced everything enough to deserve it. Some, I feel happy for them when they get good grades. Really. Like how Qianyi got B for econs, or how Shiqi topped Math, or how Zhijun got B for chem? Even though I scored shit for those subs, I still feel this "wave" of happiness for them, enough to make me smile. But then there's this bunch of Hao-lian shits. Who keep emphasising the fact that they're one of the top scorers, WHICH IS LIKE NOTHING. I REPEAT, NOTHING. Sometimes I wonder, they mug so hard [the haolian shits are muggers fyi], and still get this kind of results. I kinda feel sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, enough of all these. &lt;br /&gt;Just some pleasure reading for my readers. Okay, maybe it's not really that pleasurable, but if you happen to fall under one of those catagories, do something about it please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the HAPPIER NOTE, my blog hit it's 40000th visitor awhile ago! I'm damn happy canzzz! For that only lah. But I can't deny the fact that during my SAD MOMENT just now, I managed to smile abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muanting: FML.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qianyi: What's FML? F Mengling?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNNEHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8179589866511476564?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8179589866511476564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8179589866511476564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8179589866511476564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8179589866511476564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-take-note.html' title='PLEASE TAKE NOTE.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-285312229859365030</id><published>2010-07-13T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:44:27.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TDxWLPfiP4I/AAAAAAAAIuY/Bu9eSTl2P0M/s1600/500px-U-Bahn.svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TDxWLPfiP4I/AAAAAAAAIuY/Bu9eSTl2P0M/s400/500px-U-Bahn.svg.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time never read words typed by my fingers already rights?!?! KAY LAH! I'm HERE FOR YOU AGAIN. TOUCHED NOTZ? &lt;i&gt;*This is the moment where you guys start crying*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY first things first. WORLD CUP 2010 was a bitchy thief. It robbed me from all my money. So now I'm a broke Muanting. A broke Muanting is a sad Muanting indeed. But then, it sort of came at the right time? Coincides with my diet plan. Either eat 1 meal per day, or eat super duper little. The kind that makes other people worry. I believe by the end of the month, I can go down 5kgs. And have no fats at my tummy and thighs. &lt;i&gt;*Looks at them right now and goes EWWWW*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT. Midyears. &lt;b&gt;I got Us for Chemistry, Math. Physics confirm plus chop U. S for econs. And my bestest subject of all is D for Chinese&lt;/b&gt;. JOKE MAN. SERIOUSLY -.- And chinese is like not included in the rank points. So out of my 80 points, I'll probably get like 5? LAUGH AT ME, ITS FUNNY. &lt;i&gt;Okay, you just made me sad. ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND TMD, I'm in LT1 for MATH. It's like so embarrassing when people ask you, "Eh you in which lecture for Math?" And you've to go, "Uh.... LT1 lor."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD....... I screwed my Alevels Chinese Orals. Booooo... but not like I'd do any better anyway. HAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO NOW I'M LIKE HAVING THIS HTH TALK WITH AGNES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; It's been AGES since I've said stuffs like that. I mean, never really had anyone I could talk about it to. But somehow, it all just came out just now. I feel good inside, secretly. I just wished my sec 2 and 3 best friends never left me. That way I didn't have to wait 2 years to tell somebody these things. THANKS AGNES FOR BEING THERE, LIKE RIGHT NOW. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is full of crap, and bull. The content like damn Cha-pa-lan. But LOOK INTO MY EYES. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; HEEEHEEEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYWAY, NOTE TO YOU BITCHES OUT THERE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please keep your fucking little arguements to yourself okay? Like keep me out of the picture ya. Fuck it gets on my nerves, and I feel burdened to see my name in your CHEAP and WORTHLESS arguements. No joke.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From tomorrow onwards, I'm gonna smile more. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From tomorrow onwards, I'm gonna forgive more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From tomorrow onwards, I'm gonna love more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From tomorrow onwards, I'm gonna be more hardworking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From tomorrow onwards, I'm gonna talk to people I hate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thats for tomorrow. In the meantime, just let me frown, let me cry, let me hate, let me be lazy.. &lt;b&gt;Kthxbye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-285312229859365030?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/285312229859365030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=285312229859365030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/285312229859365030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/285312229859365030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TDxWLPfiP4I/AAAAAAAAIuY/Bu9eSTl2P0M/s72-c/500px-U-Bahn.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-839729270515556432</id><published>2010-07-02T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:14:46.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Girl - Taeyan Ft. Gragon &amp; Dara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhnvdNyJcAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhnvdNyJcAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I swear you'll fall in love with this and love me for the rest of your lives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taeyang is DAMN HOT, GD is DAMN CUTE, Dara is DAMN PRETTY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This MV is FLAWLESS! YG Family FTW. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-839729270515556432?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/839729270515556432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=839729270515556432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/839729270515556432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/839729270515556432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-girl-taeyan-ft-gragon-dara.html' title='I Need A Girl - Taeyan Ft. Gragon &amp; Dara.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-7561013284916262881</id><published>2010-06-25T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:16:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP BRING DOWN THE HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Og5LN91-JU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Og5LN91-JU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;T.O.P is damn sex-aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7561013284916262881?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7561013284916262881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7561013284916262881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7561013284916262881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7561013284916262881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/top-bring-down-house.html' title='TOP BRING DOWN THE HOUSE!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-1403583173241666494</id><published>2010-06-24T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T04:20:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TCJRNTx6YZI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/n1ckigWQ8hU/s1600/180901tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TCJRNTx6YZI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/n1ckigWQ8hU/s640/180901tears.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I swear. If tissue papers didn't exist... Can't even bear to think of the consequences.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thankyou tissue paper. Thankyou for being in my life. Thankyou for being there when I needed you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retardedisme. I'm thanking a tissue paper. I guess it's coz, I've got no one else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolah, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I remember at mac yesterday, and we were talking about friends and stuffs, and thinking back blah blah. It just suddenly hit me again. A second&lt;b&gt; HIT AND RUN&lt;/b&gt;. Like, I know.. my life in Singapore was short. Like seriously damn short. I've only spent 4 years of my life in this country, and I feel like I'm going through so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sort of like a history lesson or something. My history.&lt;br /&gt;Everything started in sec2. I don't know if anyone is reading this or whatever, but I'm not gonna mention names aye. I think if anybody I know read this, we'll all know who I'm talking about. Not trying to create conflict or whatsoever. Just thoughts, that I feel are a burden to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back. So I met this really, really, really awesome bunch of people. Like really awesome. You can't help feeling good when we hang out together. Even until today. No matter what your mood is, or how you're feeling at that moment, you'll sort of forget everything when you're there. Thats how powerful it is. Not kidding. But then, I had this friend at that time. We were so close, I don't know.. its like we've known each other forever. I still even remember someone said, "Muanting c'mon, stop hanging around with just you both. Make more friends la." I guess he didn't really understand how good the feeling was to have a BEST FRIEND you thought would always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we stuck as us 2 until sec2 ended. Then ofcourse sec3 came, and we had to split classes. Our friend circle expanded. We now had the 7 of us. Ofcourse they knew each other beforehand, they were in the same class, the other five. My friend and 1 of them were friends since Primary school. I sort of only got to know them in sec3. Along the way, we were doing fine. But then... slowly you'd naturally get closer to someone from your own class. That's when I met the other her. She's part of the 7 too. This other her was... I don't know. We talked like.... on the first day we were already close. Yea. So, inbetween things sort of happened. I don't know what. And my sec2 friend... I lost her. Its like, suddenly we stopped talking to each other. To be honest, I don't know the reason. I cried really hard. I've got this habit, that when I cry really really hard, I'll go numb all over and look like I zhong feng or sth. I won't be able to move my hands or legs. That's how hard I cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought.. Fine, leave. Thank goodness I still had my sec3 friend. We were good for the whole of sec3. Until, she met him. Or rather, they met each other. Then it all happened. I started getting weird glances, getting ignored for no reason.. Do all couples do that? Get all protective and sensitive that easily? I guess we can predict what happens after that? I lost her too. I cried too, but to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird... weird thing about me. I tend to be able to talk to guys better, or rather, I have more guy friends. Some, yes.. you can have HTH talks with, and someee... well just there for entertainment. But ofcourse, HTH talks with guys have its limit. And I guess I've got guy genes in me? I can click with them real well, and I sort of know what they're thinking. Sometimes, I wish I had a dick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sec3 and 4 friends were great. But I have to say this. Although we look bonded, like to the other classes, we're actually not. Sorry. I know maybe, just maybe... other classes give us weird glances, and have abit of disliking in us.. because we're in E1, the smart smart class and we go out and fun too much fun? Nahh, I don't know. So here I am, exposing us. We're actually not as close as you think. Yea, among us we have close friends, maybe 1 or 2? We go out, hang out.... but thats... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me... I actually just feel abit lonely in there. Like, theres this blank I can't fill. I feel like I don't belong there, so I should just get the fuck out of there or something like that. Sometimes, I don't even wanna include myself inside. I'm forcing it too much. I should stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now. I don't have anyone I'm particularly close with. If I had to choose someone close, it'd be from my E1 class. Actually, I'm scared. I refuse to open myself, I refuse to reveal whats inside of me. So I laugh my days off. I heard my JC friends, well some lah.. they say stuff like, "No matter what you say to her, she doesn't seem to get angry. That's why she's fun to talk to." I wonder if that's 100% true. The truth is... it really depends. It depends on whose mouth it came out from, or how close we are, or what kind of mood I was having at that time. That kind of thing. For now, we're all not close yet. So I can't possibly expose my innerself yet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I just remembered another group of friends I have. You know, I've always been envious of girl cliques. Like, I don't know how to describe them. But its like, the kind you'll definitely have with you no matter what. Someone you'll turn to if you needed someone, and not just tissue paper. Then I just remembered, I do have a clique actually. But, we only go out, have dinner and stuffs.. We don't really talk... those deep stuffs.. You know? I don't know if it's because they're not the right people for me, or it's because I've never actually tried. I can't try... I don't dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is. All these friends I've met. All those I still have, and we're still contacting each other. Thanks for being in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me this question, "If you could turn back time, and undo something, when would it be and what would you do?" I said, "I wish I never went to Papua. So the I'll have different kind of friends from young, and who knows, have them with me until I'm old." But then ofcourse, with that, I wouldn't have met anyone I've met today. Coz of the age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop emo-momomo-ing at this odd hour and get back to watching my soccer match. Apologies to my readers for such a wordy post. Don't know why you even bothered to read until here, but thanks for being so patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1403583173241666494?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1403583173241666494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1403583173241666494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1403583173241666494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1403583173241666494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/deeep.html' title='Deeep..'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TCJRNTx6YZI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/n1ckigWQ8hU/s72-c/180901tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-654330703345841224</id><published>2010-06-23T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:01:26.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLOUR-LESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1000638.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/P1000638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, and hungry.. I need food, but I'm so lazy to go out and buy. Shall go after this. Which also means, minus-ing all that studying time. Supposed to feel happy, but rather I feel more burdened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30mins later.... Change of thought. I just cooked some maggie mee, and I'm eating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the post.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I can't wake up before 12. Its like, I wake up, see that its not 12, then go back to sleep. Even if the time is 11.59. And who knows what time I'll wake up once I get back to sleep. And when I wake up during those times, I have this habit of checking my phone. I know everyone else does that too. HAHA. Then I'm wondering, damn, what are all these people doing waking up so early to text. But happyisme to see the texts in the morning. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm betting for tonight's matches. Root for me yah. Need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, I'm supposed to be at the library now. But guess what. The rain just poured down, and it looks like its not gonna stop. Just like the OG outing. SUPPOSED TO GO SENTOSA, but thanks rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now what now? Study at home then go out when the rain stops? I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-654330703345841224?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/654330703345841224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=654330703345841224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/654330703345841224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/654330703345841224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/colour-less.html' title='COLOUR-LESS.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-3579746172718677502</id><published>2010-06-22T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:37:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moneyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1000555.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/P1000555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that loooooooooooooooooooong absense.Somebody is just layzeee. The previous one doesn't really count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. I'm $47.50 richer thanks to the Brazil vs Ivory coast match. BUT, I'm $5 poorer because portugal scored 7 goals, and also $45 poorer coz I keep losing to my bro in mahjong. What shall I bet tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. I think theres nothing much to talk about. Photos are all on FB, and they speak louder than my words aye? And I've another confession to make, my revision hasn't really started yet. Can't get myself into the mood, so damn frigging frustrating. Need to make more visits to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with KOI. I'm drinking it almost everyday, but I'm still never sick of it. I seriously don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go get a haircut tomorrow. Back to bangs.&lt;br /&gt;And my BEST FRIEND has visit. The cramps hurt so bad I feel like I'm dying.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3579746172718677502?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3579746172718677502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3579746172718677502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3579746172718677502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3579746172718677502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/moneyyyyy.html' title='moneyyyyy!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8561304283436084353</id><published>2010-06-19T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T03:26:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG.</title><content type='html'>Totally upset right now. But what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3am, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I just cried watching WGM [The romance tears me,WTF right?], and it just makes me feel all the more weaker inside. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; happened. The emotions just hit me, like a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIT AND RUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And it's still hurting. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BANGG! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WTF, what's happening? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, now I'm thinking I've only got 1 more week and holidays are over. And I've TOTALLY not started revision. I can't even say I'm lagging behind my revisions, coz I've not even started. Even if I say I'm gna start tomorrow, I know myself too well. I won't. I can't study at home, I can't study outside, I can't study alone, I can't study in groups,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I CAN'T STUDY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate studying, but why am I getting upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already in a bad mood. Then thinking about my SA just doubles it. Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8561304283436084353?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8561304283436084353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8561304283436084353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8561304283436084353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8561304283436084353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/bang.html' title='BANG.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4013953788742079408</id><published>2010-06-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:02:54.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00436-20100609-1151.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/IMG00436-20100609-1151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We got 6th place out of 6 groups. WOO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was the best group leader huh? Eh, we got 6th leh, not bad already k! Thanks group 5 for a really really fun time. Stephanie, Mabel, Beatrice, Nadia, Wenxuan, Zhijun &amp;amp; Kokwee even though he only came on the last day when we didn't need him. HAHA. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh cham, I didn't get the SL position too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leading a pathetic life right now.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I don't really care, or actually, I don't wanna care about what others think of me. THINK ALL YOU WANT SUCKERS. I know myself better than anyone out there, and I believe there's nothing wrong with what I'm doing. It's only for the fun, pleasure and joy. Cmon, which ass in the right mind would think otherwise. Apparently, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad guitar camp is over. Which means no need to go back to school already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still undecisive whether I should go to the library tomorrow or not. My right ear hurts so badly I think I need to go hougang mall to get the peircing disinfected. Ahhh... I think I'll go both places. Hopefully, I can study tomorrow. And I hope the library isn't crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the E5 BBQ this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the OG outing on the 17th. Hope it doesn't get postponed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had a E1 outing too. Or a S09 outing as well. But oh well, shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sux2bme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4013953788742079408?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4013953788742079408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4013953788742079408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4013953788742079408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4013953788742079408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-5.html' title='HI 5.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-1575626031972716690</id><published>2010-06-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:41:39.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitzxxzzzxzxz.</title><content type='html'>No, theres no photo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn perplexed now. I think I'm just over-reacting, maybe. Actually, it really isn't such a big deal for me to act like this. But, buey tahan. Lemme just get over it. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an exco in the ensemble. That sucks. Why I so Gei Kiang and go apply for those top position. Then end up I didn't get past the interview. What the shitzxzxzz... &lt;br /&gt;1. Super upset I'm not part of the exco.&lt;br /&gt;2. Regret not trying out for SLs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Felt so stupid mixing around with those exco members during dinner just now.&lt;br /&gt;4. Half of the new leaders, are on my no-no list.&lt;br /&gt;5. I see some biased-ness.&lt;br /&gt;6. TOTALLY UNCOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right ear burns like mad right now. Thanks to Yingxuan, keep whacking it today. Thats why I like my hair tied up. So that people will actually notice my ear is unsafe to touch, and be more careful when they wanna whack my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. On the happier note, a little side track.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE GUY SPOTTED. But then, way way way way younger than me, so no-no. But I'm definetely gonna make him a friend. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread tomorrow's camp now. Although it is the last day. But it's the handover camp. Shucks. I wanna pon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-1575626031972716690?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1575626031972716690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=1575626031972716690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1575626031972716690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/1575626031972716690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/shitzxxzzzxzxz.html' title='Shitzxxzzzxzxz.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-4297747990134786050</id><published>2010-06-05T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:48:31.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00407-20100604-1709.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/IMG00407-20100604-1709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KBOX rocks. Like, like, like!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw TransitLink manxx! Randomly out of nowhere saying my card is expired and I needa get it replaced. I've been wasting so much money on transportation these few days. And my concession pass is just wasting its days being unused. DAMN. Then the nearest interchange I can get it replaced is at AMK. Thats like so damn bloody far la, whats more, I have to go alone. I'm supposed to go today. But lazy. I think I'll go tmr, and maybe a visit to the library too. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Kbox with Joyce yesterday. FUN FUN FUN. Love singing. Not like I have a great voice, but who cares. Afterwards, met Yuzhen at Bugis and we had dinner at Empire State. And some Berrylite too. AND THEN! SHOPPING AT BUGIS STREET!! OMG, its been forever since I went on a shopping spree like this. Buy and buy and buy. But, I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even after all that, I still feel a shortage of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa write up a CIP proposal for guitar! It's way overdue, but I needa get it done by Monday. Before the exco interview. Some of them are already initiating events, like already claiming the exco position. I'm like so inferior amongst them. I like applied for VP, and I'm the 3rd to be interviewed. Okay whatever, let's show them what I'm made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cut down on food. My fats disgust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-4297747990134786050?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4297747990134786050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=4297747990134786050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4297747990134786050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/4297747990134786050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/shoppinggggggggggggggggggggg.html' title='SHOPPINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-8218249697816072135</id><published>2010-06-03T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:45:18.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(L) PIERCINGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TAfIDlLI66I/AAAAAAAAIt4/lJLvjzj2U2w/s1600/222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TAfIDlLI66I/AAAAAAAAIt4/lJLvjzj2U2w/s320/222.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TAfIEgat7xI/AAAAAAAAIuA/BH5bYwtJTuw/s1600/333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TAfIEgat7xI/AAAAAAAAIuA/BH5bYwtJTuw/s320/333.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TAfII-pxjiI/AAAAAAAAIuI/7GXpZUNNBcU/s1600/111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TAfII-pxjiI/AAAAAAAAIuI/7GXpZUNNBcU/s400/111.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUP! Piercings rock!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Econs lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;Theres Physics and Math lecture tomorrow. Still deciding whether I should go for Math lecture or not. I'm definitely not attending physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, what did I spend my time doing at home today? Would have been a really productive day if I decided to study. But no, it didn't even occur to me until 2 mins ago while I'm typing this. Hah. I'm now in desperate need of Dramas, like really good dramas. That can make me laugh and cry. It's almost as if I've watched everything. Either that, or the other dramas have too many episodes, so I refuse to start watching them. Just now I found a Taiwan drama, but the chinese slang was so strong I got irritated by it, and stopped watching after 2 episodes. Then I decided to watch Family Outing 2. Funny, but... I miss FO1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Kbox with Joyce tomorrow. Like finally. Then I think B4 dinner as well. I'm supposed to organise... But whooops. I don't know where to go, so I havn't even sent out the text yet. Joyce organising next week, and she says we'll be doing some volunteering work. Gasp...... So not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaaa, really feel like tying up my hair for school. But my peircings will definitely get rejected. So booooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got this sudden craving for Chinese songs. Maybe cause everyone is so into Korean stuffs these days, it weird. Don't even know if they're really into it, or just.... doing what everyone else is doing. Che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding whether to attend math lecture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-8218249697816072135?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8218249697816072135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=8218249697816072135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8218249697816072135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/8218249697816072135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/sup-piercings-rock.html' title='(L) PIERCINGS!'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ViLMRtRcSbc/TAfIDlLI66I/AAAAAAAAIt4/lJLvjzj2U2w/s72-c/222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973619404906392736.post-3331431508981727719</id><published>2010-06-03T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:17:08.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The level of tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00288-20100602-1457.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/IMG00288-20100602-1457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so loving my tied up hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, I've got issues. Terrible, horrible ones. So I suggest, it's best to keep away. Or watch what leaves your mouth to enter my ears, or what leaves your fingers to enter my eyes... Even if it has no association with me, somehow, I get affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been bad. Actually no. Holidays have been bad, coz I need to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was like 30 mins late for chem lecture today. Went in, they were on the last page. 10 mins later, we were dismissed. After chem was chinese. I skipped that, and went for mac breakfast with Qianyi. Then Brandon and Bon joined in, and we had our card games. Back to school for econs make up lesson. Was like late for 15 mins, but apparently, the lesson hadn't started. So, not late. Afterwards, was supposed to have 2hours of GP. According the the online message, it was not compulsory for us. Even if it was, none of us cared. SKIP. So school was like that for me today. I spent less than 1 hours having lessons. The rest of the time was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Joyce at concourse subway to study. From 2 till 8, I did... nothing. Okay, can't say that. I did do stuffs. I, stared at my math papers, ordered a meal, ate it really slowly, listened to my ipod, played my ipod games, nibbled my cookie, dozed off to sleep for 1 hour, camwhored the rest of the time. Productive or not? I did so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance level has dropped from low, to none. I've totally lost it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, on the outside I may appear to look alright. But deep down, the urge to throw my hand across your face is just so tempting. Yea, maybe I've not done so, coz I've still got that little bit of tolerance left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored these days. So bored I even find it boring when I have people to talk to. So bored, I don't even want to talk. Thats how serious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-3331431508981727719?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3331431508981727719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=3331431508981727719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3331431508981727719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/3331431508981727719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/level-of-tolerance.html' title='The level of tolerance'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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-6973619404906392736.post-7217761710149919175</id><published>2010-05-29T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:14:46.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMA MADNESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=m.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/ms-empty-992/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the *insert huge number here* time, I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally term 2 is over. Week 1 of June hols is Academic week. Week 2 of June hols is CCA week. So that leaves us with.... 2 weeks of school holidays? Hmmmmm........ Pleasant enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to study. Like dude, MYE is right after the hols, and yea its pretty huge. Not like its CA or sth. CA was like a piece of cake, I got those results w/o studying. But I'm sure I can't do that this time round. Muanting ah muanting, do something leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vesak Day yesterday. Got woken up at 430am [Slept at 1] to go to this SAN BU YI TUI event. You're supposed to take 3 steps, then bow once. We started at 6, and the route took us 2 hours to complete! I didn't bow. I took 3 steps, and stood there. So i was like, walking and standing for 2 hours. Everyone else was sweating like mad, and were having muscle aches. I was still quite refreshed at the end of it. Heh. When we reached home, it was like 10. I hopped back into bed and slept till 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I need new dramas now. I've completed Personal Taste and Oh, My Lady long ago. Cinderella's sister 2 more eps to go. Needa wait till next week. I just watched the first 2 eps of Bad Guy. New drama, and only 2 eps are up. The other dramas dont have any good-looking guy so I'm not gna start watching them. Few days back I watch, This year, the rain did not stop. Its a Taiwan drama. But hor, i watch 2 eps only... and not really that captivating. Still considering whether I should continue watching or not. Venness is in it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI TAGBOARD!&lt;br /&gt;My tagboard is like.... I see people tagging me, but then I'm so lazy to reply. But then when no one tags, I get upset. I reply tags like 1 week or more later. Or if you're lucky, less than a day. LOL. Sometimes, I even wonder. Do I have fans out there? Like, people I don't even know, reading my blog frequently as though my life story was that interesting to them. I know my blog isn't some blogshop, or foodblog, or some musicblog, or whats more, a celeb blog.. but hey, I'm still a blogger, and I can't help but wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I still need BB pins leh. My BBM is like.... silent. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Add me: 21B8AD00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973619404906392736-7217761710149919175?l=hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7217761710149919175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973619404906392736&amp;postID=7217761710149919175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7217761710149919175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973619404906392736/posts/default/7217761710149919175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hernostalgi-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/drama-madness.html' title='DRAMA MADNESS.'/><author><name>Muanting (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032924653693060059</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>
