<?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-4716167279585431680</id><updated>2011-08-03T06:27:30.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending hearts a flutter, capture</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>476</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3480022876838706320</id><published>2009-11-27T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:08:34.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>young hearts run free</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"Never regret. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s experience."&lt;br /&gt;-Jonathan Larson &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will not regret what I've done.  Yesterday I had an awful time. Diarrhoea and tearing, there's like something wrong with my stomach. Okay now I sense something... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah and I was shocked you still remembered me. I thought I just disappeared. Hate it everytime I make a point to save conversations, it still died on me. Really wish that I could be someone good with words, someone not afraid to speak out. I'm still glad though. At least I'm not forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my life quote: &lt;i&gt;"If everything happened when and how we wanted it to, nothing would be worth waiting for." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm blogging more now!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3480022876838706320?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3480022876838706320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3480022876838706320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3480022876838706320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3480022876838706320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/young-hearts-run-free.html' title='young hearts run free'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-9137797110745417656</id><published>2009-11-24T20:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:08:51.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Just feel like sharing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SwvY5qtYcCI/AAAAAAAABkk/7eHFiPxDtxY/s1600/tumblr_ktht43xzmA1qzkioto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SwvY5qtYcCI/AAAAAAAABkk/7eHFiPxDtxY/s400/tumblr_ktht43xzmA1qzkioto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407654262817189922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGING ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Eases tension&lt;br /&gt;   2. Fights insomnia&lt;br /&gt;   3. Keeps arm and shoulder muscles in condition&lt;br /&gt;   4. Provides stretching exercise if you are SHORT&lt;br /&gt;   5. Provides stooping exercise if you are TALL&lt;br /&gt;   6. Offers a wholesome alternative to promiscuity&lt;br /&gt;   7. Offers a healthier, safer alternative to alcohol and drugs&lt;br /&gt;   8. Affirms physical being&lt;br /&gt;   9. IS DEMOCRATIC, ANYONE IS ELIGIBLE FOR A HUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog more and if number 4. is true, please hug all the short people!!! Help them grow taller :) (includes myself) I just teared while pooping, and the first drop was from the right. Hapiness? Haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-9137797110745417656?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9137797110745417656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=9137797110745417656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/9137797110745417656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/9137797110745417656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/facts.html' title='facts'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SwvY5qtYcCI/AAAAAAAABkk/7eHFiPxDtxY/s72-c/tumblr_ktht43xzmA1qzkioto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2405511539465893117</id><published>2009-11-23T15:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:43:56.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>Hi, I've been leading a life of a couch potato. Eating, sleeping and back to eating again.&lt;br /&gt;I watched 2012 on Friday with Stacey. Nice, I like :) But there was this old couple sitting beside me, conversing in Hokkien and the husband talk non-stop and its really irritating. Like, 'Wah heng ah, he never die'. But nevermind, the movie is worth watching. Oh and I've got free cornery popcorn from Stacey. Haha, thanks :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my icons. They're so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my new skin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2405511539465893117?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2405511539465893117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2405511539465893117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2405511539465893117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2405511539465893117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8455252061367874995</id><published>2009-11-17T20:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:43:34.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4111443035_2355df1122_o.jpg" width="480" height="281" alt="tumblr_kt6korZTCZ1qa5phfo1_500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad girl today. I shouldn't have said that to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. I should smile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, everything's gonna be different. I forgot to mention that I got posted to 3Endurance. A totally new environment for me. Happy with the subjects that I'm offered. But... friends, I'm so gonna miss 2Faith'09. Everyone should be happy with their new class next year and I wish you guys to do well for next year and welcome to my new class. When things get hard, we'll find a way. To add on, everyone please be nice to me! Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8455252061367874995?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8455252061367874995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8455252061367874995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8455252061367874995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8455252061367874995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/hear-me-out.html' title='Hear me out'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4511736488223972312</id><published>2009-11-14T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:56:53.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happypill</title><content type='html'>Please read this till the very end. This is very inspiring. You won't regret reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;Today I realized if it wasn’t for you I’d still be nothing. Still be the same kid that was falling for the wrong person and still believing lies, hurting myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You have made things change for me. You don’t know how much, my friend. You helped me grow up. So I have to thank you for that. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am sorry for always leaving you hanging. For not completing my sentences which annoys you so much. But you just don’t get it, do you? The last time we talked, I was about to bring up an awkward topic. Which was? Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wanted to know, what made you change your mind? You told me months ago you were “getting there”, and you just needed time, so you asked for me to wait. So I let you be. Hoping, waiting, each day that finally, you’re gonna say you’re alright and you were up for it and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But that day never came. At first, I thought you just forgot and I just needed to remind you about it. But then I realized, well, normally people won’t forget about something that important, would they? You can’t possibly forget your feelings for someone! That’s just weiiiird! So. Then. I get it. Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore. Maybe I blew it off in some way. Maybe you changed your mind and realized you don’t feel that way anymore. You know, things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If, by chance, you read this, I backed out and didn’t bring this up because I was afraid. You know, I cannot risk anything with you. I cannot be foolish in times like this. Your friendship’s all I got and if I lose that too? Well. I don’t know anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So today I have realized many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1) Maybe I shouldn’t wait around anymore because there is really nothing to wait for. I have learned to be realistic, and that no matter how sincere promises are, things will happen that no one can control and will get in the way, and make everything suddenly different.&lt;br /&gt;    2) That people shouldn’t let go of words unless they mean every bit of it. Because if they don’t, sooner or later, someone’s gonna get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;    3) Never waste a moment dwelling on the past, waiting around. Do what you can. Do not be afraid, because YOU CAN DO IT. Believe. Because every second passed, it’s a moment that will never come back and be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;    4) Do not regret. Because remember, once upon a time, it was worth so much to you.&lt;br /&gt;    5) Do not blame yourself or anyone if things didn’t work out. Because, you know what? As the saying goes, whatever happens is the only thing that could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And most importantly, you cannot force anybody to feel the same way back. Because it’s their choice, NOT YOURS. All you could ever do is give your best, show what you feel, make every tad of a moment count, and if those feelings doesn’t reach the other person’s heart? Just be glad it grew in yours. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4511736488223972312?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4511736488223972312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4511736488223972312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4511736488223972312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4511736488223972312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/happypill.html' title='Happypill'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4989186811853290480</id><published>2009-11-10T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:49:46.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500th post!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally 14! Thanks to you guys who wished me happy birthday. It really meant alot to me. So the day is coming to an end... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went prawning @ Punggol. First time prawning and it was really fun! We went to barbeque all the prawns and etc. Shawn had to leave first so we bid him goodbye. The fire took a long time to start and Thanks Tanwhenn! Overall, had a really fun day with them. OH and I'll never forget the distance we have to walk to the prawning area. We walk for a long time and to think that there was a shuttle bus available. Love all of you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/4092824032_2eab669fc8_o.jpg" width="480" height="379" alt="16431_105128356165169_100000040142027_128661_3228243_n" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4092059091_d7b61a8b05_o.jpg" width="480" height="379" alt="16431_105128352831836_100000040142027_128660_5851579_n" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4092041921_f7afe7e386.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Photo0340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4092801258_a440fc7a70.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Photo0334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something to my hair. It looks hideous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4989186811853290480?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4989186811853290480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4989186811853290480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4989186811853290480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4989186811853290480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/500th-post.html' title='500th post!'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4092041921_f7afe7e386_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6674501960279323125</id><published>2009-11-08T18:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:25:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/4084884705_d806357279_o.jpg" width="480" height="300" alt="tumblr_ks9t0nj01p1qzyrwvo1_400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2684/4085642212_8377f581f2_o.jpg" width="480" height="164" alt="tumblr_ksay7rgfIl1qzdneko1_400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2668/4084884779_eb3980a05f_o.jpg" width="480" height="333" alt="tumblr_ksmlwxmauR1qzyrwvo1_500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2685/4085642306_cd38a457e4_o.jpg" width="480" height="332" alt="tumblr_kso8t4LuQR1qzusaso1_500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/4084884853_81a9354d20_o.jpg" width="480" height="375" alt="tumblr_kspu0gZSV01qzfoxxo1_500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/4085642394_0635ca263e_o.jpg" width="480" height="315" alt="tumblr_ksqwulG7011qzr98mo1_500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all living under the same sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in for a good treat today, pizza + ice-cream cake. Birthdays are such a blessing. Looks like I'll be 14 in 2days' time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6674501960279323125?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6674501960279323125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6674501960279323125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6674501960279323125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6674501960279323125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-hate-me.html' title='Don&apos;t hate me'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7273256805238606138</id><published>2009-11-03T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:35:37.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPUixten-4o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPUixten-4o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song speaks for itself. I've been staying at home for the past 4 days or so. I've weird cravings right now. And tomorrow, the next episode of my show will be out :) Be contended with what you have. I'm not expecting more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2:32 PM) Yanxiu ▲: you know why he kana?&lt;br /&gt;                        bcos im the virus&lt;br /&gt;(2:32 PM) Jolene†  : WTH HAHA&lt;br /&gt;(2:32 PM) Yanxiu ▲: hahahaha im such a joke&lt;br /&gt;(2:32 PM) Jolene†  : OMG LA YOU HAHA&lt;br /&gt;(2:32 PM) Yanxiu ▲: yay im in his body&lt;br /&gt;(2:32 PM) Jolene†  : noo ew&lt;br /&gt;(2:32 PM) Yanxiu ▲: going round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm such a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7273256805238606138?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7273256805238606138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7273256805238606138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7273256805238606138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7273256805238606138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-beautiful.html' title='you&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5315909835957632454</id><published>2009-11-01T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:15:48.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Hi people, I'm bored right now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having a massive headache.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to lay on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its better not to think. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having weird thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my point?&lt;br /&gt;I think... i miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5315909835957632454?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5315909835957632454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5315909835957632454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5315909835957632454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5315909835957632454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8943802782741102990</id><published>2009-10-30T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:21:23.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SvLRTSGoQGI/AAAAAAAABkU/VlVZ9fKOeBM/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SvLRTSGoQGI/AAAAAAAABkU/VlVZ9fKOeBM/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400609032378007650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this year is coming to an end. I love my class. 2Faith'09 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school. I went to terminal 3 with Jolene, Catherine and Haziq to send all the fellow 2Faith-ers off to Nanjing. Had a great time and etc, and people, come back soon! Have fun! Went to eat with Jolene, Catherine and Jin Yi. Something happened. Haha, I shall not say what. I took bus 24 from Changi Airport all the way back to AMK. I think that bus trip alone took 2hours and my phone's battery went dead. And the places were so unfamiliar. Nevertheless, I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very detailed post and yeah, next year is gonna be a whole different journey. Next year I'm going to have a hard life. Next year, things might not be the same again. I'm having a hard time choosing my combination. I need to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss loads of people. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8943802782741102990?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8943802782741102990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8943802782741102990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8943802782741102990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8943802782741102990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-me-up.html' title='wake me up'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SvLRTSGoQGI/AAAAAAAABkU/VlVZ9fKOeBM/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4746119486846829851</id><published>2009-10-27T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:44:37.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living under your misery</title><content type='html'>Now I know how does it feels like to be ____. My day started out perfectly until 1+ while I was getting my lunch. Shocked, it was something that I never wanted it to happen again. I'm fine, thanks Stacey. If You ever asked me how I feel, I'll tell you truthfully - I don't feel good. At all. This.will.never.happen.to.me.I.promise. Let me just forget the whole incident, forget the whole damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is finally reaching. I'm excited :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4746119486846829851?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4746119486846829851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4746119486846829851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4746119486846829851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4746119486846829851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-under-your-misery.html' title='living under your misery'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-190027042911575925</id><published>2009-10-23T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:17:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my own</title><content type='html'>Community Race was awesome today! I had to squeeze all the toothpaste and put them all back. I had my 2nd piggyback. I had my hands tied and I was being fed. I had to collect cardboards. I had to dress my team members with recycled materials. I had to build a house using cardboard. But, we were last ): But nevertheless I still had fun and I made new friends :) From YCK &gt; Yishun &gt; Khatib &gt; Amk &gt; Yck. It was like a real race and it was tiring. Just like Amazing Race! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the student leader conference has ended, I've to go for CCA tomorrow. I know one thing for sure and that is, I'm not looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What combination should I take... I'm scared that I will not be able to make it. I'm scared that history will repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've no friends in facebook! Whats with facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-190027042911575925?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/190027042911575925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=190027042911575925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/190027042911575925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/190027042911575925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-my-own.html' title='on my own'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-37809956288899815</id><published>2009-10-20T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:50:19.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never enough</title><content type='html'>Maybe I shouldn't blog today... because today just isn't my day. And I hate farewells, they make me tear. And this is my new beginning. Put an end to all this misery. I'm starting new. I got scolded today in front of many people. Scary but it all start because of a 'faster lah'. Screw my mouth. Okay, you don't get it. I don't want to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I throw away today? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just because I’m quiet, doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I appear happy, doesn’t mean everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I forgive, doesn’t mean i forget.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don’t listen to your problems, doesn’t mean I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m gullible, doesn’t mean I can be cheated.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m stubborn, doesn’t mean I’m not easy going.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don’t study, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don’t show my feelings, doesn’t mean I don’t have any.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m honest, doesn’t mean I’m outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;Just becuase I’m not like you, doesn’t mean I’m weird.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m unsure, doesn’t mean i’m afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Just becuase I don’t love you, doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to end this, but this will be a new start. Of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-37809956288899815?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/37809956288899815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=37809956288899815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/37809956288899815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/37809956288899815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-enough.html' title='never enough'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-1170506541051089852</id><published>2009-10-17T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:07:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midsummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/StmQXR2VX6I/AAAAAAAABkM/XIZR3B1Yteg/s400/tumblr_krbqbeHsSl1qzeqi7o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393500758355566498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird how busy you were before the exams and how free you are after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is talking about their results. I don't want to talk about my results. I haven't told my mom my results. This sucks. Shit happens. I'm in for more disappointment on Tuesday. But nevermind, I shall enjoy myself these few days first. Tomorrow's another boring day. Monday...  And one more thing, I don't understand myself. I'm weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people keeps things away from me. It seemed like everyone knows what is going on and I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... actually its another 24 days to my birthday. I don't know why am I counting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-1170506541051089852?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1170506541051089852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=1170506541051089852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1170506541051089852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1170506541051089852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/midsummer_17.html' title='midsummer'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/StmQXR2VX6I/AAAAAAAABkM/XIZR3B1Yteg/s72-c/tumblr_krbqbeHsSl1qzeqi7o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3927669228314474429</id><published>2009-10-13T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:59:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>I have been going out the past few days. I finally got a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4008439730_5ba5c7aa1c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baking3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2651/4007676823_48007e88d9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baking4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/4007679381_36f200e1bc_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="baking" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Catherine's house to bake. Overall, it was fun and the cookies were yummy! Haha, I had fun smashing the bananas :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up later than usual and it rained, therefore ruining my mood. My art preparation was a total disaster, didn't bother to colour and I was like the only one doing The Harbour... 2.5hours passed pretty fast and I went out with the funny gang. I hate it that Shawn always calls me a D_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. Then we ended up at Jacinth's place and I tried Pringles new Pink Chips! Was half-awake because the movie is boring and Er, I was not my usual self. Sorry though and I think I want an older brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to get Home Econs stuff into my head. Last paper tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3927669228314474429?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3927669228314474429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3927669228314474429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3927669228314474429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3927669228314474429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/reality-check.html' title='reality check'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4008439730_5ba5c7aa1c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7140444722542329987</id><published>2009-10-10T17:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:25:27.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;11647.) It makes me sad when I see a secret that I know is so true for me, but I wish it weren't. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always sunshine after the rain and there will be sunshine soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about my life. my life is so boring. so boring that i could fall asleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7140444722542329987?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7140444722542329987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7140444722542329987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7140444722542329987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7140444722542329987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/disappear.html' title='disappear'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-1396580058476106363</id><published>2009-10-07T15:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:51:32.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frayed wires</title><content type='html'>Say Hi to Cat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SsxCPpxUe7I/AAAAAAAABkE/jgbxrDqYZoM/s1600-h/Photo0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SsxCPpxUe7I/AAAAAAAABkE/jgbxrDqYZoM/s320/Photo0252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389755690733829042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was really fun yesterday. Had a great laugh and my name is no longer yanxiu to someone else. Someone was trying to cheer herself up. Hi pretty can I talk to you? Don't ask me who, this is so fun! :) Someone is playing the i love you game and how, I love you too. for being such an ass. Lastly, I love hearing goodluck(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jolene A.† said (3:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*tml&lt;br /&gt;*we play the apple and kiss game&lt;br /&gt;Yanxiu ▲ said (3:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*so i get an apple and a kiss from you?&lt;br /&gt;Jolene A.† said (3:37 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*HAHA DEFINITELY&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't sleep anymore. I'm like flying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-1396580058476106363?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1396580058476106363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=1396580058476106363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1396580058476106363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1396580058476106363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/frayed-wires.html' title='frayed wires'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SsxCPpxUe7I/AAAAAAAABkE/jgbxrDqYZoM/s72-c/Photo0252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6505224197357540401</id><published>2009-10-04T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:46:41.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions</title><content type='html'>Should I continue this way or Should I change my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6505224197357540401?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6505224197357540401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6505224197357540401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6505224197357540401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6505224197357540401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/obsessions.html' title='obsessions'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3480860978442624543</id><published>2009-09-30T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:48:42.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such is life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3968913106_fddf9c5048_o.jpg" width="500" height="392" alt="tumblr_kqcssvj4nz1qzr91ro1_500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does this reminds you of anyone you know? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Friday's English Paper 2 + Oral&lt;br /&gt;- Exams are officially starting next week&lt;br /&gt;- I have no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;- But why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;- Time to get my ass off &lt;br /&gt;- And study now&lt;br /&gt;- After the exams, there will be Freedom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a tiring day but I'll pull through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3480860978442624543?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3480860978442624543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3480860978442624543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3480860978442624543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3480860978442624543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/such-is-life_30.html' title='such is life'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-867628262443701051</id><published>2009-09-28T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:17:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes like diamonds</title><content type='html'>So... my ear is really swollen. I have no more alcohol left and it is getting really itchy. Today I finished my masterpiece, I'm impressed ;) And I stayed back in school after my home-econs to help Jolene with her art. Finally finished everything and left school around 6+, very tired but I think that my art has improved! I'm trying to make my almond beancurd, for the last time, for my exams tomorrow. My almond beancurd = success! ;) Want some? I feel.. like a child. Right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to go into a deep long sleep right now. But I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-867628262443701051?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/867628262443701051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=867628262443701051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/867628262443701051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/867628262443701051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/eyes-like-diamonds.html' title='eyes like diamonds'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4142658337210146995</id><published>2009-09-26T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:00:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're special</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3448/3955601294_664615049d.jpg" width="305" height="430" alt="Happy birthday" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3510/3954821495_88cdfc4742.jpg" width="305" height="430" alt="Cn val" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4142658337210146995?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4142658337210146995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4142658337210146995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4142658337210146995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4142658337210146995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-special.html' title='you&apos;re special'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3448/3955601294_664615049d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-762608388917474310</id><published>2009-09-25T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:27:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>Guess what I wrote for my compo today. The last sentence was, 'Afterall, my family is the most important to me. I love them more than anything.' And now, as soon as I reached home, my family turned upside down. I'm not in any mood to elaborate any further. It is totally so noisy and people are bothering me on MSN now. This is totally crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm happy today. Most of today. English Compo today was average. After the test, I went out to Marina Square. But we spent 3quarters of our time finding where Marina Square was. Then, went to meet 4Gens to celebrate Cn's birthday. Missed them totally and ended up back at Valerie's house. I enjoyed myself. Walked back home alone and it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in a total mess right now. Give me a break, don't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Call me selfish or what, I don't like what you are trying to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-762608388917474310?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/762608388917474310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=762608388917474310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/762608388917474310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/762608388917474310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3194737144571121611</id><published>2009-09-21T13:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:01:26.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>These few days, I've lost some friends and gained some friends. So tell me, is this whats life all about? Losing some and gaining some? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I really don't like it. I'm not interested in finding out things anymore. Maybe I haven't been true to my feelings. I like posting posts that only I can understand, I'm weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help: Be a kind soul and tell me what dessert should I make for Home Econs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3194737144571121611?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3194737144571121611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3194737144571121611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3194737144571121611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3194737144571121611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4776125476031923197</id><published>2009-09-18T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:10:32.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallin' slowly</title><content type='html'>Today, my teacher told me to "make a good day." I replied, "Don't you mean 'have a good day?'" He smiled and said, "No, you can't have a good day, you need to make it a good day." MMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day gone bad today. I had Lit movie after school and I think Jolene can be a good boyfriend ;) She keep asking me to lie on her. We watched 'The Princess Bride'. Half the time I couldn't catch what the characters were speaking about. I don't really understand whats the story about. Then my day got an unexpected twist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 class tests today, I did badly for both 2 tests. Sometimes I feel that I'm deproving while everyone is improving.&lt;br /&gt;Current goal: Study something everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4776125476031923197?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4776125476031923197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4776125476031923197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4776125476031923197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4776125476031923197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/fallin-slowly.html' title='fallin&apos; slowly'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8848650827365381156</id><published>2009-09-15T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:25:41.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&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;I don't what to tell and who to tell anymore. I want to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8848650827365381156?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8848650827365381156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8848650827365381156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8848650827365381156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8848650827365381156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/torment.html' title='torment'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3383834693538535317</id><published>2009-09-14T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:15:33.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay on</title><content type='html'>Today is Day #1 of school and I feel quite... weird. Term 4 is here and I should throw my past away and start anew. Got back my science practical results today and I passed. It was my first practical test and I totally wrote answers that are out of point for some questions. ;) &lt;br /&gt;And people, remember this: &lt;i&gt;'When you feel like giving up, think of why you held on for so long.' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First practical test tomorrow, wish me luck and I hope I won't screw it up. I have no idea why but I have bad feelings for tomorrow and it discourages me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brother: I don't want to eat celery.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Then don't.&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Then I can't get my salary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my brother cute? Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3383834693538535317?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3383834693538535317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3383834693538535317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3383834693538535317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3383834693538535317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-on.html' title='stay on'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7958717157890166922</id><published>2009-09-10T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:27:34.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnin' up</title><content type='html'>Some time back then, I had Class BBQ. And it was fruitful hahaha :) OH AND I HAD FUN IN THE TOILET *inside joke* We're so loud that the boys could hear us from outside. Cool. So I stayed till 10+ and I went home and I walked back alone in the dark. I went to search for food and I ended up having Cheese Cake late at night :) Overall, nice BBQ and we should have more of this! &lt;br /&gt;More pictures @&lt;a href="http://wehavetwomuchfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;wehavetwomuchfaith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="453" width="604" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2637/3902827187_ce2f8010ba_o.jpg" alt="8317_1233873328457_1277894354_704311_6225576_n" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" width="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/3903607614_3a4f401799.jpg" alt="Photo0175" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" width="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/3903607804_8a20dcdc43.jpg" alt="7928_130168421389_777841389_2350120_5743552_n" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" width="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/3902827317_36fe6a490c.jpg" alt="9516_1113799371442_1420654409_30318936_1660293_n" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" width="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/3902828353_2a5ac7ce30.jpg" alt="Photo0183 - Copy" /&gt;&lt;img height="500" width="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3902829509_9190b95704.jpg" alt="Photo0172 - Copy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S &gt; I'm sorry? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7958717157890166922?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7958717157890166922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7958717157890166922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7958717157890166922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7958717157890166922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/burnin-up.html' title='burnin&apos; up'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/3903607614_3a4f401799_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7374945026834586911</id><published>2009-09-06T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:42:55.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungover</title><content type='html'>Stay home Sunday, guess what I was up to. Not studying, not packing, not doing anything but just staring at the computer and go to youtube.com and waste my day there. I need to get some life. Tomorrow marks the beginning of the one week break. Excited? Yea maybe for the BBQ on Tuesday. Other than that, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend: How do you keep a donkey in suspense?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I'll tell you later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This never fails to make me laugh 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7374945026834586911?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7374945026834586911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7374945026834586911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7374945026834586911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7374945026834586911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/hungover.html' title='hungover'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5839588514775366619</id><published>2009-09-03T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:50:04.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliette</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3883437813_8505953ebd.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="RWA3xhmQ0r2rft5p69gd3Logo1_500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt my lesson to treat Art seriously so that it won't bring me down &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. I'm going to do my Art later on. Watch me. Finally August has come to an end, No more tests! At least for now. Perhaps I'm late by 3 days but its a brand new month now. Time is passing by real quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“What’s worse than wanting something you can’t have? It’s not knowing what you want. Wishing on all the stars in the sky for the answers to your questions, for something to believe in; someone to hold. Having absolutely no control over yourself, being caught up in a place you wish you were miles away from. Being stuck somewhere between the past and the future, nowhere near where you should be - in the present. Stuck in yesterdays and tomorrows, so far from home, far from everything you know and love. The uncertainty could just about tear you to bits.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why is this so true? i luv to read inspiring quotes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5839588514775366619?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5839588514775366619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5839588514775366619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5839588514775366619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5839588514775366619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/juliette.html' title='Juliette'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3883437813_8505953ebd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2997963233092660340</id><published>2009-08-31T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:24:29.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irreplaceable</title><content type='html'>These few days, I've been meeting up with my primary school mates and I realized we haven't talk in quite a while. Went present-hunting on Sunday then we went to Valerie's house to play Wii + bake cake. But I ended up playing Wii the whole time. Oh and it was my first time playing Wii, I know I'm slow, you don't have to tell me. So, I had a great time and I was totally screaming throughout. Haha, so much fun. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to DQPS today and saw quite alot of familiar faces. Toured around the school and realized that the school is so colourful now. It looks like a funfair. Four of us stayed on and went to talk with our teacher. Primary school brings back so much memories... Ended up back at Valerie's house but I didn't manage to play Wii today. Thats sad. Overall, I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Love the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eoy is coming soon and my plans for tomorrow are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Study something at least&lt;br /&gt;2) Complete tuition homework&lt;br /&gt;3) Practice GZ&lt;br /&gt;4) Watch 'Up' online (too cute)&lt;br /&gt;5) Pack my stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when will I be able to meet the girls again. Hope it will not be long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2997963233092660340?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2997963233092660340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2997963233092660340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2997963233092660340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2997963233092660340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/irreplaceable.html' title='irreplaceable'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3327561045256924999</id><published>2009-08-28T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:53:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its gonna be okay</title><content type='html'>I think I worry too much, I think I always think of the negative side, I think I should change. This few days, I've been having mixed feelings. Tired, sad, stupid, pain, happy, weird. How do I say, life's been tiring. Today I was in such great pain that I went home immediately and I'm lucky my mom was at home then I had a long nap. Ended up feeling refreshed now. This was a crap post and I really want to sleep again. Sleeping refrains me from thinking too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now I feel like I seriously don't belong anywhere now and sometimes words can kill. They hurt. Waiting for time to pass now before I can get back to sleep again. Call me a pig - I don't really care. So you can tell now, I'm not in the best of mood. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been posting at some other place so if I don't post much @blogger, don't blame me. I prefer to stay anonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3327561045256924999?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3327561045256924999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3327561045256924999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3327561045256924999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3327561045256924999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-gonna-be-okay.html' title='its gonna be okay'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8002206159978310552</id><published>2009-08-24T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:58:10.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding neverland.</title><content type='html'>Never thought that things would turn out so bad. Not a good day. Really bad :@ But be strong, I'm gonna be strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) english was okay&lt;br /&gt;b) science was hella disappointing &lt;br /&gt;c) maths wasn't any better&lt;br /&gt;d) my life is pretty much screwed&lt;br /&gt;e) i still can't get into studying mood&lt;br /&gt;f) honestly, to tell the truth, i was taken-aback&lt;br /&gt;g) ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;h) i feel happy for those who scored well&lt;br /&gt;i) and those who did not scored well, don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;j) had a long lunch with jolene&lt;br /&gt;k) and, should i tell or should i not tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I'm thinking, I need some time alone. And sometimes, I wished I will think twice before I say anything. Maybe I should consider being a mute. I regretted. &lt;br /&gt;I am fine. I just need to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8002206159978310552?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8002206159978310552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8002206159978310552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8002206159978310552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8002206159978310552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/finding-neverland.html' title='Finding neverland.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7313692034818118240</id><published>2009-08-21T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:14:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay on, stay strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/So6rqTOED3I/AAAAAAAABj8/9JvqXz1xiMc/s320/tumblr_koo3n2YAvA1qzz5rzo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372420148701695858" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/So6rqTOED3I/AAAAAAAABj8/9JvqXz1xiMc/s320/tumblr_koo3n2YAvA1qzz5rzo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372420148701695858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY/NAY? Inspiring? I found my goal today, Unexpectingly. And I realized I lead a boring life, way too boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7313692034818118240?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7313692034818118240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7313692034818118240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7313692034818118240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7313692034818118240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/stay-on-stay-strong.html' title='stay on, stay strong.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/So6rqTOED3I/AAAAAAAABj8/9JvqXz1xiMc/s72-c/tumblr_koo3n2YAvA1qzz5rzo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2769525059480500135</id><published>2009-08-19T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:58:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knots.</title><content type='html'>So long since I came back here. Been busy the past few weeks, had tests and loads of homework and not finishing them and the cycle repeats itself. Common Tests have ended after such a long time. Gonna be prepared for the worst. Results will be depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught G.I.Joe recently with Catherine, Jacinth + Joey. It was awesome but half the time, I was hoping for the show to end fast... I skipped tuition and my dad was pretty angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching the flu bug soon, I'm feeling so bad. Sore throat, flu, ulcers, jelly legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to tell myself this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I won't be bothered by it anymore. I won't be bothered by it anymore. I won't be bothered by it anymore. I won't be bothered by it anymore. I won't be bothered by it anymore. I won't be bothered by it anymore. I won't be bothered by it anymore. I won't be bothered by it anymore. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say this a hundred times, maybe I'll not be bothered by it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2769525059480500135?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2769525059480500135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2769525059480500135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2769525059480500135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2769525059480500135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/knots.html' title='Knots.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2734190175533570149</id><published>2009-08-12T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:33:59.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Drunk</title><content type='html'>Youtube's not working, I can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself pretty much today although I'm tired... When people change, things change and when things change, &lt;b&gt;Move on.&lt;/b&gt; Can't wait for CA2 to be over before I can carry on my carefree life. Stress! Pretty much screwed up History. Don't want the others to get screwed up too. + Chinese tomorrow! Good luck to all xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my 2.4km run again, come to think of that, when did I even passed? Not like I want to fail it but argh, running is just not my kind of thing. Maybe this is my obstacle in my life. How many times have I told myself not to fail but still give up and walk in the end. Okay, I shall not dwell over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya and, I just found out I've lots of overdue-d homework. :( &lt;br /&gt;I need motivation.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do well this time round.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to get things done. And, look forward to my weekly post every week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2734190175533570149?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2734190175533570149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2734190175533570149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2734190175533570149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2734190175533570149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-drunk.html' title='Love Drunk'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5776671497861346113</id><published>2009-08-08T13:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:19:23.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take time to realize.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn-tj69gP2I/AAAAAAAABjs/t8EEDoegdLg/s1600-h/ooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn-tj69gP2I/AAAAAAAABjs/t8EEDoegdLg/s320/ooh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368200113483169634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn-tjv2aNKI/AAAAAAAABjk/b5bV1JydF48/s1600-h/kbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn-tjv2aNKI/AAAAAAAABjk/b5bV1JydF48/s320/kbox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368200110500623522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn-tjIGbzyI/AAAAAAAABjc/90vCaZWexrc/s1600-h/WOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn-tjIGbzyI/AAAAAAAABjc/90vCaZWexrc/s320/WOO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368200099830419234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn0M4bbId1I/AAAAAAAABi8/h0Zfb9uiSb4/s200/Photo0079.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn0NQQBbnHI/AAAAAAAABjU/EzxFN1lJul8/s320/Photo0091.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I luv my look-a-like ^^ eyebrows, I luv my tiny-weeny eyes, I luv how the contrast done to my face and I luv taking photographs like that with the image distorted? Will it change the impression of me to you? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Birthday Yonghui :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to elaborate what I did yesterday. Was dead tired. Went to celebrate YH's birthday. Sang, played and jumped. Rest of the photos are @YH's cam. Group photos etc. Afterall, yesterday was a long day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh, and I'm quite sad that the class photo is without J and C. Lookie Look. &lt;i&gt;I said I&lt;br /&gt; was sad.&lt;/i&gt; Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5776671497861346113?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5776671497861346113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5776671497861346113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5776671497861346113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5776671497861346113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-time-to-realize_08.html' title='Take time to realize.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sn-tj69gP2I/AAAAAAAABjs/t8EEDoegdLg/s72-c/ooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-1140911304004674590</id><published>2009-08-04T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:52:27.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Above all.</title><content type='html'>I'll blog when I'm free/ I feel like blogging/ I've interesting stuffs to blog. Right now, my life is like at its lowest peak and I feel demoralized. And now, I've to rush out for tuition soon. Commontest is coming, and this is stress! Especially when the people around me are like mugging hard. Okayz, this is a total nonsense post. You can ignore it. On hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and KHJ is my luv forever (L) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHOUKEE :) NO PRESENT FOR YOU HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;/edit:&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.NOT.FEELING.WELL @8:51pm.&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.GOING.TO.PRACTICE.GUZHENG.FOR.REAL @8:52PM&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-1140911304004674590?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1140911304004674590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=1140911304004674590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1140911304004674590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1140911304004674590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/above-all.html' title='Above all.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3754196904865482579</id><published>2009-07-31T21:57:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:57:25.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites attract.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oh4gRZo1WA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oh4gRZo1WA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Like pretty awesome, the girl's pretty :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3754196904865482579?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3754196904865482579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3754196904865482579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3754196904865482579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3754196904865482579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/opposites-attract.html' title='Opposites attract.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5223496002214007675</id><published>2009-07-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:26:49.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting.</title><content type='html'>At least I was happy today. But I'm deprived of sleep. I'm going to sleep at 10. Had gz after school and... I kept talking with the &lt;i&gt;usuals&lt;/i&gt;. Ran just to eat our lunch. And trying to fall asleep or rest every minute I can. &lt;b&gt;Tired.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the best part of today is, I got scolded &lt;b&gt;bo nao&lt;/b&gt; - means no brain in some dialect by a lao uncle just because I accidentally stepped on his feet on the MRT. I wanted to say sorry but because of this 'bo nao' thing, I didn't. Best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I'm always looking forward to tomorrow. Because I keep hoping of some things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't do that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5223496002214007675?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5223496002214007675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5223496002214007675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5223496002214007675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5223496002214007675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/everlasting.html' title='Everlasting.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7539650333494001287</id><published>2009-07-28T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:34:15.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy come, easy go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/3765173514_884e806072_o.jpg" width="400" height="262" alt="rsf9ajnXqqf8rdnuxsLlIL8Jo1_400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be a better day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I may mean nothing to you. Perhaps Karma is getting back on me. Perhaps life is unfair. Perhaps this was just a mistake. Perhaps nobody knows how I feel. Perhaps everything gone wrong. Perhaps its not fate. Perhaps I shall stop dreaming. Perhaps its not too late to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough, what do you do? I miss the days when I was so free and I could sleep my day off. Lately, I've been so busy. Breathe. Slow things down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7539650333494001287?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7539650333494001287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7539650333494001287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7539650333494001287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7539650333494001287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/easy-come-easy-go.html' title='Easy come, easy go.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-943152290287479735</id><published>2009-07-25T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:42:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes.</title><content type='html'>Today I discovered that Stacey was my nursery friend! She says I'm very slow and she seems angry that I've forgotten about my nursery friends. Okay tell me, how many of you remembered your nursery friends? Haha, anyway she send me the photos and I keep laughing at it. I've changed alot + I forgot half of my classmates. And I'm the only one who smiled in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to someone, I think I need to rant. Where's Jolene? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh, and I want:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3768207491_f37320bf87.jpg" width="365" height="359" alt="samsung jet mobile phone" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom, and she said it was too expensive. Guess I've gotta wait for the price to drop :( And my phone is dying. I'm counting down its remaining days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Happy Birthday Careen!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and smile. Enjoy your day although its late now but, hope that you had a happy day. Yeah, 14 years old. Love you haha. Your fav line :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-943152290287479735?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/943152290287479735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=943152290287479735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/943152290287479735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/943152290287479735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3768207491_f37320bf87_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-682154250119381571</id><published>2009-07-24T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:38:38.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger than Yesterday</title><content type='html'>TGIF, did very badly for science test. No confidence. I really don't know how I survived today. Because 1) I was quite irritated today in class. 2) I feel really tired. 3) I was waiting for something that never happened. 4) I kept thinking of things. 5) I was distracted. 6) I feel confused. Today marks the end of these sufferrings. Weekends are coming, no more brooding over some shit. To end off, I feel really grateful to have friends by my side. I feel like saying thanks to all. No matter what, what I do, how irritating or how hard am I to deal with, you're still my friendz. :) Thanks, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C.H.E.R.I.S.H&lt;/b&gt; - thats what I learned in gz on thursday. I need to do some self-reflecting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thinking back, what if we never met? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-682154250119381571?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/682154250119381571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=682154250119381571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/682154250119381571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/682154250119381571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/stronger-than-yesterday.html' title='Stronger than Yesterday'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6912366701385182376</id><published>2009-07-21T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:40:16.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixtape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3742839508_cf2cdec6ac.jpg" width="160" height="300" alt="11" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3742839508_cf2cdec6ac.jpg" width="160" height="300" alt="11" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great maybe except maths. I need help. And today @home econs I told Joey my secret(S) ^^&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things that you want it to happen don't happen. But things you don't want it to happen, happened. Have you ever wonder why? Because things that you want it to happen only comes at the unexpected times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel... &lt;i&gt;demoralized&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need hardcore studying, great motivation, good concentration skills and a good environment to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6912366701385182376?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6912366701385182376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6912366701385182376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6912366701385182376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6912366701385182376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-us-both.html' title='Mixtape.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3742839508_cf2cdec6ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5724883869654066681</id><published>2009-07-17T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:55:34.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop dreaming.</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome. Had maths class test today and thank god it was still manageable. I didn't really studied for it. Then we had 2 free periods for science. Played some games with the girls. Had loads of fun ^^V Then we went to the library. And there goes my day. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for me to get some sleep. But before I go, I've to finish off these things first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;• Do maths. &lt;br /&gt;• Beat my high score in cube field.&lt;br /&gt;• Get a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;• Read the book that I've borrowed today.&lt;br /&gt;• Fireworks! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SmAf6xQra7I/AAAAAAAABhc/ma0WLorjrao/s320/145466001_bda137bfe8_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359318651087055794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me, isn't this beautiful?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5724883869654066681?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5724883869654066681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5724883869654066681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5724883869654066681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5724883869654066681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-stop-dreaming.html' title='Don&apos;t stop dreaming.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SmAf6xQra7I/AAAAAAAABhc/ma0WLorjrao/s72-c/145466001_bda137bfe8_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8577316705559452121</id><published>2009-07-15T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:52:03.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm different from you.&lt;/i&gt; Bear that in mind. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still think short posts are my type :-) and Jolene's display picture is so funny. Hahaha. Can't help but laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8577316705559452121?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8577316705559452121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8577316705559452121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8577316705559452121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8577316705559452121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/far-away.html' title='Far away.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5852761389874869621</id><published>2009-07-13T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:32:22.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Slru-VSiy_I/AAAAAAAABhU/FHngFgQqg8s/s1600-h/isPnn03ZtptqhacuVXxGsfWLo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Slru-VSiy_I/AAAAAAAABhU/FHngFgQqg8s/s320/isPnn03ZtptqhacuVXxGsfWLo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357857461344848882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Thank you for calling tech support for HOS - that’s Human Operating Systems. How can I be of assistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well I’ve had this Love Program sitting around for a while and finally decided to install it. But it seems a bit complicated and I don’t want to mess it up. Can you guide me through the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Absolutely. That’s why I’m here. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Great. Let’s go. The first step is to check for any potentially conflicting programs that might be running in your heart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Sounds good. How do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: First hit Ctrl, Alt, Delete all at the same time. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Great: Now click on the tab that says Heart Applications. Do you see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I do. Got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Perfect. What applications are running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I see Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge&lt;br /&gt;and Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, we’ll have to uninstall the Grudge and Resentment programs. They prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don’t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and click on the Forgiveness program. You may need to do this several times in order to completely erase Grudge and Resentment from the system. In fact, I recommend that most people run their forgiveness program at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I can see what you mean. It feels like this might take a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: I can wait. Take your time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done! And it seems like Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, “Error - Program not run on external components.” What should I do? *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don’t worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Go to the Start Menu again and click on the Self-Acceptance program. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes. It’s running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Great now go to the modules drop-down menu and check the boxes next to: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Perfect. Now, click on the box that says “Copy new modules to Heart Directory.” And then click on the “OK” button. Once you do that, the system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Done… Hey! I can feel my heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Shareware. And the interesting thing is that the more you share it with others the more stable your personal installation will become. So be sure to pass it along to everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I’ll definitely do that. Thank you so much,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Thank YOU for installing Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so cute. I wonder if it is really that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hate maths alot, I still have to try to love it becos' I've a million questions waiting for me to solve. I don't know why but today, I feel math. Maybe becos' this is a wake-up call as during today's math lesson, I took quite a long while to understand things. This sucks. &lt;i&gt;I'm still finding my motivation.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Slowly.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I tweet more than I blog. So people, if I ain't posting, you can look at my tweets lol. And I want to watch fireworks this saturday! But, I promised my mum to go for a wedding dinner at XXX place. ): Next next saturday anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, tomorrow will be a better day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5852761389874869621?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5852761389874869621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5852761389874869621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5852761389874869621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5852761389874869621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/vindicated.html' title='Vindicated.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Slru-VSiy_I/AAAAAAAABhU/FHngFgQqg8s/s72-c/isPnn03ZtptqhacuVXxGsfWLo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3308536824145343173</id><published>2009-07-09T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:47:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and out.</title><content type='html'>This is something new. The kind of feeling I'm feeling right now. Its the start of something new. I'm still trying to figure out what are you thinking. Time to stop thinking and get things done. Its Friday tomorrow, my favourite day. Afterall, its been a great day. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think I'm beginning to like chinese lessons (again). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3308536824145343173?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3308536824145343173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3308536824145343173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3308536824145343173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3308536824145343173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/over-and-out.html' title='Over and out.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6508229124054543163</id><published>2009-07-08T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:00:07.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealed.</title><content type='html'>School's tiring. I'm still not used to schooling. 2nd day of school and going on. Anticipating Friday. But for now, I've to finish the homeworks which are due tomorrow ): History + Maths + Science. Determination. :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons today are okay. I really don't like PE though. English was killer. Others were okay I guess. Oh and I laughed till I can't talk during chinese. Tomorrow = History + Maths + Science. :( Did you all realise that when I went back school, my posts are all about studies now? Haha, I'm a school girl ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids are heavy, it kept telling to sleep. But I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Catherine! I won't forget our date in december ^^V! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and careen, check your livejournal. I posted a long comment for you :) I don't know why am I telling you this but ah, just check. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today is a nice and tiring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6508229124054543163?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6508229124054543163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6508229124054543163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6508229124054543163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6508229124054543163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/sealed.html' title='Sealed.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4276322853471300024</id><published>2009-07-05T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:24:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull my heartstrings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The moment has finally come. You have no choice. You have to take that step now. Now. Not tomorrow, not in an hour, - Now! If anyone else is reading this, they would be confused. But not you. You know exactly what we mean. Do it. Now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a day. I'm still wondering what exactly will that be. I really can't seem to figure out. I hope I don't miss my chance. This is bothering me too much. Maybe its _______?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill, makes you stronger. So true. No Boundaries by Kris Allen motivates me. :) I still love that song. School's starting in 2days' time. I'm anticipating yet worried. (homeworks) And today I realised something - I miss cca. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4276322853471300024?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4276322853471300024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4276322853471300024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4276322853471300024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4276322853471300024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/pull-my-heartstrings.html' title='Pull my heartstrings.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3497986473954253994</id><published>2009-07-04T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:48:04.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric sparks.</title><content type='html'>New day, new beginning, fresh start. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up aching all over. &lt;br /&gt;Is having a terrible headache now. &lt;br /&gt;For no reason. &lt;br /&gt;Felt like sleepingz but i've to do work. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took a nap,&lt;br /&gt;and then I couldn't sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;then I ended doing stupid things like:&lt;br /&gt;counting sheeps.&lt;br /&gt;What a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow will be better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3497986473954253994?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3497986473954253994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3497986473954253994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3497986473954253994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3497986473954253994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/electric-sparks.html' title='Electric sparks.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5719710466127193041</id><published>2009-07-01T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:28:51.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSCB49jfLt4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSCB49jfLt4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that this song still can make me tear even after hearing it for so many times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just found out something about myself, I procastinate &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt;. I can't wait for school to re-open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5719710466127193041?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5719710466127193041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5719710466127193041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5719710466127193041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5719710466127193041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-stronger.html' title='Getting stronger.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6133599721195512968</id><published>2009-06-29T16:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:52:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrowful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3670555751_a9371b6e71.jpg" width="400" height="275" alt="DSC04851" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our AYG's performance has been called off. School is extending another week of holidays. Many were disappointed that we won't be able to perform. &lt;b&gt;So am I.&lt;/b&gt; Sucks, this means that I've to go for tuition ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, my past few weeks has been boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i)I didn't went out very often.&lt;br /&gt;(ii) I didn't went jogging.&lt;br /&gt;(iii) I haven't do revision.&lt;br /&gt;(iv) But yeah, I've talk to a long-lost friend :)&lt;br /&gt;(v) I realised that I can't type proper english now. Must be due to not blogging for weeks. &lt;br /&gt;(vi) No school tomorrow. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6133599721195512968?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6133599721195512968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6133599721195512968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6133599721195512968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6133599721195512968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorrowful_29.html' title='Sorrowful.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3670555751_a9371b6e71_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5488083194583477265</id><published>2009-06-19T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:14:05.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit and Pretend.</title><content type='html'>A new layout makes me feel like blogging more so therefore I shall get a new layout before I start ranting again. Currently, my internet is loading as slow as a snail and I totally cannot stand it and I'm getting irritated already. And I heard that there might be an extension of holidays. I hope there's an extension. I'm too lazy for school. Okay bye. I've to go to school tomorrow. I shall end early. Besides, my internet is pissing me off totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it seems like it don't matter to you anymore. it hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5488083194583477265?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5488083194583477265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5488083194583477265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5488083194583477265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5488083194583477265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/sit-and-pretend.html' title='Sit and Pretend.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3572964652895674545</id><published>2009-06-17T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:30:32.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather.</title><content type='html'>Today is stay home &lt;b&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/b&gt; Bored. I can't believe I didn't went out for the whole of this week. Okay I'm going out tomorrow. I shall log on to facebook in hoping that -someone- will talk to me. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I've got a &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/stolensmiles"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sundownglory"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;. Follow/add me as friend :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short posts for now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3572964652895674545?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3572964652895674545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3572964652895674545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3572964652895674545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3572964652895674545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/breather.html' title='Breather.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6297813474603268603</id><published>2009-06-14T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:54:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SjTG3SEm6nI/AAAAAAAABgc/_FcNBnhP7DA/s1600-h/09Of2YuXAogewbubCr0PuXwTo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SjTG3SEm6nI/AAAAAAAABgc/_FcNBnhP7DA/s320/09Of2YuXAogewbubCr0PuXwTo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347117310641891954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tips for a better life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep for 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;Read more books than you did the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t compare your life to others’. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don’t compare your partner with others.&lt;br /&gt;No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful. (I’m trying really hard to do this.)&lt;br /&gt;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t over do. Keep your limits.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice day. I met up with people whom I haven't seen in a while. They are lovely people. And best of all, it was a buffet. :&gt; Even though it was a short and sweet one, I really miss those days. And I almost wanted to cut my hair after so many donkey years but I didn't in the end. Because I'm scared I'll regret and the hairdresser was not in. So, I'm still back in my hair. I think I want to cut soon. I'm so frustrated with my hair now. &gt;:( Okay. I shall end it here. Bye peoplez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6297813474603268603?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6297813474603268603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6297813474603268603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6297813474603268603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6297813474603268603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/infinite.html' title='Infinite'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SjTG3SEm6nI/AAAAAAAABgc/_FcNBnhP7DA/s72-c/09Of2YuXAogewbubCr0PuXwTo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-9067790145153597949</id><published>2009-06-11T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:41:46.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft Whispers</title><content type='html'>Anyway can tell me how do you spend your holidays meaningfully? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By staring at Kim Hyun Joong's picture whole day long, or go around Singapore and tries to find a secret hiding place, or get yourself drowned in the big pile of homework, or maybe eat like everything you can find in your house, or even sleep like a pig? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called &lt;b&gt;boredom.&lt;/b&gt; But apparently, I still have friends who can make me laugh ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep well for days. I don't know why. I keep waking up in the middle of the night. And can't fall asleep again. This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-9067790145153597949?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9067790145153597949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=9067790145153597949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/9067790145153597949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/9067790145153597949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/soft-whispers.html' title='Soft Whispers'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6515095361130489309</id><published>2009-06-08T18:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:23:28.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_8fjS7yI/AAAAAAAABgU/-ySirKJQFHo/s1600-h/woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_8fjS7yI/AAAAAAAABgU/-ySirKJQFHo/s320/woo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344928272508710690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_8AwD5HI/AAAAAAAABgM/9_sC5jIhlPg/s1600-h/lokc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_8AwD5HI/AAAAAAAABgM/9_sC5jIhlPg/s320/lokc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344928264240751730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1dBCxFI/AAAAAAAABfs/gRFCCpJHmJg/s1600-h/3280614580_fb14f0d477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1dBCxFI/AAAAAAAABfs/gRFCCpJHmJg/s320/3280614580_fb14f0d477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344928151569089618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1wXNsdI/AAAAAAAABgE/ebrSP7IzRCA/s1600-h/20090606073754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1wXNsdI/AAAAAAAABgE/ebrSP7IzRCA/s320/20090606073754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344928156762354130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1qxCReI/AAAAAAAABf8/rj-V11XoFoI/s1600-h/20090526032102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1qxCReI/AAAAAAAABf8/rj-V11XoFoI/s320/20090526032102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344928155260044770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1hbHaRI/AAAAAAAABf0/9G-Qhstgomk/s1600-h/20090503174237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_1hbHaRI/AAAAAAAABf0/9G-Qhstgomk/s320/20090503174237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344928152752187666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_0wwV9SI/AAAAAAAABfk/DSLVZGFm0h0/s1600-h/2967773037_597c9c1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_0wwV9SI/AAAAAAAABfk/DSLVZGFm0h0/s320/2967773037_597c9c1378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344928139687884066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but to me, photography tells alot. In life, we tend to not notice about the littlest things but actually its the littlest things that make life look beautiful. Every little thing counts. Its the little things that make up the big picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7:09 PM) STACEYYTAN[: : why u offline ?&lt;br /&gt;(7:10 PM) Yanxiu 8): later i online nobody talk to me i will be very sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm waiting for Guzheng camp ^^ ANTICIPATING I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I LIKE CAMPS (8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6515095361130489309?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6515095361130489309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6515095361130489309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6515095361130489309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6515095361130489309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-summer.html' title='Sweet Summer'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Siz_8fjS7yI/AAAAAAAABgU/-ySirKJQFHo/s72-c/woo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8656305551643353872</id><published>2009-06-06T17:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:23:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My leg hurts. &lt;b&gt;like crap.&lt;/b&gt;  ):&lt;br /&gt;I will never want to be late again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And, I've fallen in love with ...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sipq6ejlsTI/AAAAAAAABfc/uq8y7H5YqtM/s1600-h/City_Lights_by_zifengw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sipq6ejlsTI/AAAAAAAABfc/uq8y7H5YqtM/s320/City_Lights_by_zifengw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344201460695806258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Citylights. They're so beautiful. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear friend, I may not have been a good friend to you. But to me, you're part of me already. But it seems like we've drifted and things are not the same anymore. But I hope you won't forget me. I'm always here for you and I hope we can be back the same. I just want to tell you that I miss you and I love you. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmaine blogged about me, Stacey blogged about me. Check out their posts ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Today is &lt;b&gt;KIM HYUN JOONG'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU, YOU'RE MY DREAM GUY HAHA ^^ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8656305551643353872?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8656305551643353872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8656305551643353872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8656305551643353872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8656305551643353872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/battlefield.html' title='Battlefield'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sipq6ejlsTI/AAAAAAAABfc/uq8y7H5YqtM/s72-c/City_Lights_by_zifengw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4141138014287357178</id><published>2009-06-01T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:16:06.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak your mind</title><content type='html'>I caught Night At The Museum 2 with the usuals today. The show was quite okay I guess. Then we walked around aimlessly and waited for Stacey. Trained to Bishan and went to see &lt;b&gt;bears&lt;/b&gt;. (lol) Hmmmm, then we went to the arcade. The arcade is like forever blingy, dark and noisy. And actually, its been like a few months since I went to the arcade. Ah, and Y &amp; C played the basketball and they got over-excited and start ranting and exclaiming to us how fun it was. Okay maybe it was really fun but I didn't try it. Then I got my Yami Yoghurt + Fruit Pebbles. Nice ^^V Trained back home and today is annoying because my brother is at home and he annoys me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This June Holidays, I'm going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to cherish&lt;br /&gt;2. Read more books, don't be lazyyy to go to the library.&lt;br /&gt;3. Self-study.&lt;br /&gt;4. Jog and keep fit ^^V&lt;br /&gt;5. SHOP ITS THE GSS BABY&lt;br /&gt;6. Pack my books/table/cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go around and explore the world. (maybe singapore will do) &lt;br /&gt;8. OH I NEED TO GET A BACKPACK REALLY URGENTLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss heart2heart talks. I miss some people and I really want to see them soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4141138014287357178?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4141138014287357178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4141138014287357178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4141138014287357178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4141138014287357178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/speak-your-mind.html' title='Speak your mind'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7480587234971376263</id><published>2009-05-29T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:20:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All thats left of Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Lately, I haven't been blogging a proper post. My posts are all so shabby and boring. Maybe complicated and have lots of secret meanings. (as I seen from some of the tags) So maybe I should change... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life is so weird without Jacinth. See Jacinth, I missed you :) I think you're having a great time over at Taiwan. Haha you'd better come back faster. Had PE and I played Badminton. Whoohoo. Then I went to run with Jayner and Jolene. Halfway, I stopped to talk with Jolene. So we poured out our feelings to each other. We're very troubled over life and is trying to learn to cherish things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school I wasted 2hours of my life doing meaningless things. Like waiting for the library to open. But I had fun talking about some people :) BUT I FELT REALLY BAD. I THINK I'M VERY MEAN BUT HAHA NEVERMIND, WE ARE &lt;B&gt;ALL&lt;/B&gt; VERY MEAN. Crazy but I like the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all alone at home. The dark is falling. I've been on my earphones for the past 3hours. I hope I don't go deaf. I've been listening to some emo songs which is so stupid. I should have listen to Doremon's or SesameStreet or anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've sorted things out. If you're that happy, then I know its time to let go. Ignoring don't help. Slowly, step by step, I've learn to let go. Things shouldn't have even started in the very first place. Maybe we're better off without each other. I'll let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the climax. HAHAHA okay I shall not be shy and reveal. I love jolene and jolene loves me. :) Jolene was been waiting for my post for the last 30mins. Haha, so do you like this post? I like ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Joey: Is this post long enough? ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo, but I'm actually quite happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7480587234971376263?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7480587234971376263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7480587234971376263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7480587234971376263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7480587234971376263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-thats-left-of-yesterday.html' title='All thats left of Yesterday'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-1345020828503368165</id><published>2009-05-27T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:07:46.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock you down</title><content type='html'>I used 1hour to type this post. Stupid much. Tomorrow's gonna be a nicer day. Tomorrow the Sun's gonna shine and all the problems will fade. I will forget everything that happened today. I was a superhero today but I rather not having to be one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sh1Iwhva09I/AAAAAAAABfU/pr_HkvhqquA/s1600-h/banner11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sh1Iwhva09I/AAAAAAAABfU/pr_HkvhqquA/s320/banner11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340504731659457490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;B&lt;/i&gt;ecause he has been a major part of your life , of course you'll miss him ; its perfectly normal. It's like getting your tooth pulled out ; after the dentist pulls it out and you're relieved . But how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was ? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was hurting you does not mean you dont notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly . It's going to take awhile , but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth ? No , because it was causing you pain. Pulling out the tooth was the right decision , but its going to hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True heh. Why do I still feel this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-1345020828503368165?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1345020828503368165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=1345020828503368165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1345020828503368165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/1345020828503368165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/knock-you-down.html' title='Knock you down'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sh1Iwhva09I/AAAAAAAABfU/pr_HkvhqquA/s72-c/banner11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7603601658818264134</id><published>2009-05-26T16:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:36:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain on our cheeks</title><content type='html'>I removed the whole post. Don't ask me why. Sorry but today I don't feel like typing. I only feel like sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during art class, teacher asked us to answer some questions about yourself. And I don't know what to write for questions like, 'how do you like to potray yourself?', 'which objects/symbol best describes you?', 'what are your most memorable experiences?' I felt like I didn't understand myself well enough. I hate it when I feel this way. &lt;i&gt;So now, who can read my mind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7603601658818264134?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7603601658818264134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7603601658818264134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7603601658818264134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7603601658818264134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-on-our-cheeks.html' title='Rain on our cheeks'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-888619386693474750</id><published>2009-05-21T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:37:03.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the sea of faces</title><content type='html'>Too happy for words today. :) :) :) Love my woolala friendz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;hl=en&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/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is cute only. And today I did something cool. I discoverd my own fortune. I shan't tell you how I did it. Haha, although it might not be true but it was way cooooool :) Then I bus-ed home and walked home together with Stacey. That siaoz one. Its been so long having someone walking home together with me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye bye. I'm going to comb my hair for the next 1hour so that it can grow 2 more inches faster! I'm &lt;b&gt;mad&lt;/b&gt; and I don't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AND ________ THE BEST :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-888619386693474750?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/888619386693474750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=888619386693474750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/888619386693474750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/888619386693474750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-in-sea-of-faces.html' title='Lost in the sea of faces'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3323371462795251684</id><published>2009-05-20T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:11:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true.</title><content type='html'>I've got a spliting headache. Really splitting. So what to do? I should just go and sleep. Urgh. I've a long day at school tomorrow and I need to sleep early tonight. Its 5.30 now maybe I should sleep at 7. Siaoz. Okay what am I talking about. I'm mad. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot watch TV becos' its spoilt. I've a splitting headache also. Okay and now my stomach is in pain. Today is not a nice day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kar⋅ma&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hinduism, Buddhism. action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in a reincarnation: in Hinduism one of the means of reaching Brahman. Compare bhakti (def. 1), jnana.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Theosophy. the cosmic principle according to which each person is rewarded or punished in one incarnation according to that person's deeds in the previous incarnation.&lt;br /&gt;3.  fate; destiny.&lt;br /&gt;4.  the good or bad emanations felt to be generated by someone or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is karma. But what did I do wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3323371462795251684?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3323371462795251684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3323371462795251684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3323371462795251684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3323371462795251684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-true.html' title='Is it true.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3316839454657857986</id><published>2009-05-17T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:30:56.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile is contagious</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sg_khupdW7I/AAAAAAAABfE/ufIJL1xSAi0/s320/DSC04789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336735351566064562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAI HAI ^^v&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is &lt;b&gt;b.o.r.i.n.g.&lt;/b&gt; And I've a stalker on facebook. Scary much. I decided not to be on good terms with strangers. For the past few days, I've seen lots of jealous people around. &lt;i&gt;Jealousy kills.&lt;/i&gt; If life is fair... It will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is redundant. It describes my Sunday. Boring. Next week I'm going shopping. I don't care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and shall I get a haircut? :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3316839454657857986?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3316839454657857986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3316839454657857986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3316839454657857986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3316839454657857986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-smile-is-contagious.html' title='Your smile is contagious'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sg_khupdW7I/AAAAAAAABfE/ufIJL1xSAi0/s72-c/DSC04789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4897329268977956378</id><published>2009-05-14T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:30:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unvalentine.</title><content type='html'>Infuriating. Just infuriating. I thought that it was the end but I realized I still have to carry on. &lt;i&gt;I need to rant.&lt;/i&gt; I don't want history to repeat itself. Or I'll regret again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been very slack in school. Either checking of scripts or going thru' the scripts. The good thing is that I didn't fail any subject. Phewwwww, mere pass in geography but yeah I still passed. Results are disappointing but I've gotta over it already. Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.NEED.TO.BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgwOljjyHVI/AAAAAAAABe8/_GIxsds8DVo/s1600-h/bowling13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgwOljjyHVI/AAAAAAAABe8/_GIxsds8DVo/s320/bowling13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335655696890469714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgwOlSpStQI/AAAAAAAABe0/C3GZuoYsy6k/s1600-h/bowling14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgwOlSpStQI/AAAAAAAABe0/C3GZuoYsy6k/s320/bowling14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335655692350174466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. You all made my day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4897329268977956378?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4897329268977956378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4897329268977956378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4897329268977956378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4897329268977956378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/unvalentine.html' title='Unvalentine.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgwOljjyHVI/AAAAAAAABe8/_GIxsds8DVo/s72-c/bowling13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2547481696713294858</id><published>2009-05-12T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:26:34.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Mistakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sgk7gcoE8DI/AAAAAAAABes/T1TSZulHgAk/s1600-h/HAPPY--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sgk7gcoE8DI/AAAAAAAABes/T1TSZulHgAk/s320/HAPPY--.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334860662223204402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is the hardest? The hardest is trying to put up such a strong front, trying so hard not to cry and trying to stay strong. But inside, you're so weak, deep down, so weak... I've gotten over it, time to try harder next time. And thanks to everyone for trying to cheer me up but instead, all you get was my cold shoulder. I'm sorry and I thank all of you. I shouldn't really have let my emotions get over me. &lt;i&gt;I'm such a bad friend.&lt;/i&gt; ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch a show or something. Yeah. Tadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe it was a mistake right from the start. I shouldn't have believed in you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2547481696713294858?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2547481696713294858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2547481696713294858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2547481696713294858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2547481696713294858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-mistakes.html' title='Beautiful Mistakes.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sgk7gcoE8DI/AAAAAAAABes/T1TSZulHgAk/s72-c/HAPPY--.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8422938469353259670</id><published>2009-05-10T18:17:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:40:28.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Low.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgaryqkXVoI/AAAAAAAABeE/RhZ-3V6rRkk/s1600-h/wc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgaryqkXVoI/AAAAAAAABeE/RhZ-3V6rRkk/s320/wc3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334139695575553666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgarvuYR1tI/AAAAAAAABd8/oOmds0N1HNk/s1600-h/WC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgarvuYR1tI/AAAAAAAABd8/oOmds0N1HNk/s320/WC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334139645058995922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, today is her birthday :) Happy birthday girl and I luv' you very much :) (winks) And don't be too troubled hurhur. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging for days. Finally back in action becos' my midyears are &lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;! And now I dread Tuesday. I just did all my reflections online and every subject, I will go: 'I think I didn't do well.' ): So sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I tell you that I went to the Botanics Garden? :) The Botanics Garden have lots of weird stuffs. Got people wearing TUTU dress (HAHAHA), alot of angmoh and a look-alike transformer. I wanted to steal balloons at Botanics Garden but I decided not to. Haha, overall the Botanics Garden is fun :) But we missed two bus-stops and had to walk back two bus-stops to reach Botanics Garden. Dumb haha but I like :) But we're not photogenic then so I don't dare to post the ugly photos. Haha, and jy said:'I also very sweet set our picture as my wallpaper.' :) Yes, very &lt;i&gt;sweet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, I finally gotten a life. Whoo, I'm glad. But Tuesday gonna bring my spirits down. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&gt; My family called PizzaHut and I'm eating Pizzas right now :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post overdued photos because I just gotten them yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgaufPFZ38I/AAAAAAAABek/QoYmSM7U8T4/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgaufPFZ38I/AAAAAAAABek/QoYmSM7U8T4/s320/yay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334142660315307970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sgaue_VyKeI/AAAAAAAABec/24Qh_h6IgK0/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sgaue_VyKeI/AAAAAAAABec/24Qh_h6IgK0/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334142656089041378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgauenqFN6I/AAAAAAAABeU/7ds6xoFNID0/s1600-h/aoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgauenqFN6I/AAAAAAAABeU/7ds6xoFNID0/s320/aoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334142649731725218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgauemQKzLI/AAAAAAAABeM/LyQeGXlr0D4/s1600-h/rao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgauemQKzLI/AAAAAAAABeM/LyQeGXlr0D4/s320/rao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334142649354603698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I love this bunch. Jumpshots are &lt;i&gt;fun!&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8422938469353259670?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8422938469353259670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8422938469353259670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8422938469353259670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8422938469353259670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/speak-low.html' title='Speak Low.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgaryqkXVoI/AAAAAAAABeE/RhZ-3V6rRkk/s72-c/wc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3324979052437167020</id><published>2009-05-07T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:32:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day :) Went to &lt;b&gt;kbox&lt;/b&gt; after DnT exam. Mentioning about DnT, I was rushing against time half the time. And I have no confidence. Actually all the exams, I don't have any confidence. Okay, just gotta accept it when the results come. And work hard the next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hi, pictures-time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/0001z918/"&gt;&lt;img height="230" border="0" width="170" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/0001z918/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/00020ckb/"&gt;&lt;img height="230" border="0" width="170" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/00020ckb/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/000210aw/"&gt;&lt;img height="230" border="0" width="170" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/000210aw/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/0002226h/"&gt;&lt;img height="230" border="0" width="170" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/0002226h/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/000257q0/"&gt;&lt;img height="230" border="0" width="170" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/000257q0/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/0002447h/"&gt;&lt;img height="230" border="0" width="170" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/0002447h/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/00023gh1/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/summerkitche/pic/00023gh1/s320x240" style="width: 356px; height: 266px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back today, I thought of alot of things. Like why and why and why. I hate it when things goes wrong. When things doesn't go your way. When everything seems like crashing down. Suddenly, I just felt so wrong. &lt;i&gt;Like the one you thought was your best wasn't your best.&lt;/i&gt; People say, 'Dont let someone be a priority in your life when you are have an option in their life.' Yah so like whats the point now. Things went so wrong so so wrong. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling this way. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3324979052437167020?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3324979052437167020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3324979052437167020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3324979052437167020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3324979052437167020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-in-breakdown.html' title='Beauty in Breakdown'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6171999660308852989</id><published>2009-05-06T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:25:37.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop every fear.</title><content type='html'>Somebody just made my day and I'm smiling right now :) &lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe laughing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and stacey stalks ________. -disgusted-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgFJd2NkmSI/AAAAAAAABdc/FMzaRXq7cwI/s1600-h/RUwN4YMjbl46pqj4izc6Tdcro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgFJd2NkmSI/AAAAAAAABdc/FMzaRXq7cwI/s320/RUwN4YMjbl46pqj4izc6Tdcro1_500.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332624210900850978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6171999660308852989?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6171999660308852989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6171999660308852989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6171999660308852989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6171999660308852989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/drop-every-fear.html' title='Drop every fear.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SgFJd2NkmSI/AAAAAAAABdc/FMzaRXq7cwI/s72-c/RUwN4YMjbl46pqj4izc6Tdcro1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8547861988562047746</id><published>2009-05-01T11:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:10:59.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtrack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Everything you say. Every time we kiss I can't think straight. But I'm okay. And I can't think of anybody else. Who I hate to miss. As much as I hate missing you. So please give me your hands. So please give me a lesson on how to steal. Steal a heart as fast as you stole mine. As you stole mine, yeah." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's night was very entertaining v^^v I've got like 4 conversations and we're talking about hiliarious things that made me laugh like a mad cow. ^^ Haha, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is HEY MAY. HI MAY :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today gonna be a short + boring day. Gotta get back to lifez and start mugging. Like right NOAW. :) Haha, all the best for your mid-years okay. Will update when I've got time + interesting facts to tell. &lt;b&gt;Goodluck.&lt;/b&gt; ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet was nice HAHA :&gt; Beat that. Romeo &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; shuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sfp2RsjzLLI/AAAAAAAABdU/N_Z1anuU6eU/s1600-h/002657328516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sfp2RsjzLLI/AAAAAAAABdU/N_Z1anuU6eU/s320/002657328516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330703155337571506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8547861988562047746?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8547861988562047746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8547861988562047746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8547861988562047746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8547861988562047746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/backtrack.html' title='Backtrack.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sfp2RsjzLLI/AAAAAAAABdU/N_Z1anuU6eU/s72-c/002657328516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7255651982044513282</id><published>2009-04-29T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:29:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfgMWeUZHFI/AAAAAAAABdM/kVTnBYq_c8I/s1600-h/z186618575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfgMWeUZHFI/AAAAAAAABdM/kVTnBYq_c8I/s320/z186618575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330023739228232786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yeah just follow your heart to wherever it takes you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very bored. Like totally. ): Got alot of things on my mind. + lots of work to do. And the weather just have to be so distracting. BUAY TA HAN. okay, bye. this is an extra post to spice up my dead blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I lost my whole pile of literature Merchant of Venice worksheet. Great just &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt;. Best thing that happened to me in school ever. Oh and I like Ms Lee but she's leaving ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7255651982044513282?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7255651982044513282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7255651982044513282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7255651982044513282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7255651982044513282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-over-it.html' title='Get over it.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfgMWeUZHFI/AAAAAAAABdM/kVTnBYq_c8I/s72-c/z186618575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4946867061373936429</id><published>2009-04-27T17:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:13:56.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the two of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWD5Z4UBEI/AAAAAAAABck/KDfOId-uOho/s1600-h/HIHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWD5Z4UBEI/AAAAAAAABck/KDfOId-uOho/s320/HIHI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329310756285711426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWD2PZ8GDI/AAAAAAAABcc/r2iC2o1Nh38/s1600-h/BEST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWD2PZ8GDI/AAAAAAAABcc/r2iC2o1Nh38/s320/BEST.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329310701934352434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWECBfe1iI/AAAAAAAABcs/hu11mDplKpI/s1600-h/woo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWECBfe1iI/AAAAAAAABcs/hu11mDplKpI/s320/woo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329310904357934626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWEMeYbCEI/AAAAAAAABc0/nVXvRnSL7e0/s1600-h/HIHI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWEMeYbCEI/AAAAAAAABc0/nVXvRnSL7e0/s320/HIHI.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311083911645250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWEYwAMMdI/AAAAAAAABdE/XI0rIzJYGCg/s1600-h/DSC04679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWEYwAMMdI/AAAAAAAABdE/XI0rIzJYGCg/s320/DSC04679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311294800277970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWERzLIDVI/AAAAAAAABc8/ukiwGubwVTk/s1600-h/BOO-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWERzLIDVI/AAAAAAAABc8/ukiwGubwVTk/s320/BOO-.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311175392365906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hardcore &lt;b&gt;cutexxx&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got pictures, + jumpshots pictures + wet from head to toe pictures :) Today I got a hug from Jolene saying that she misses me and feel like crying because I went missing suddenly. I went to find Ms Lee to get back my wallet at the science lab (dumb) Literature remedial was productive but I was half the time yawning 0.0 And I manage to absorbed light topic :) HURRAY. Time to study for chinese tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4946867061373936429?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4946867061373936429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4946867061373936429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4946867061373936429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4946867061373936429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-two-of-us.html' title='Just the two of us.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SfWD5Z4UBEI/AAAAAAAABck/KDfOId-uOho/s72-c/HIHI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-438584285688237192</id><published>2009-04-26T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:25:29.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess on a Pony.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a sudden craving for ice-cream at around 8pm, then I went down and get ice-cream and I finished it within 5minutes. &lt;i&gt;Retarded but i like.&lt;/i&gt; - Because its the littlest imperfections that make you perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had de-brief.&lt;br /&gt;-Stayed very long at the music room to camwhore :)&lt;br /&gt;-Went down and waited at canteen.&lt;br /&gt;-WE SANG OUR SYF PIECE SONG WHEN WE CUT OUR CAKE OMG KEWL!&lt;br /&gt;-Ate the yumyum cake :):):) HUNGRY LA&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare our water bombs.&lt;br /&gt;-PLAYED WATER BOMBS LIKE MAD, BY POURING WATER INTO PEOPLE's TSHIRT. Drenched from head to toe. HAHA damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;-We had to clean up ): &lt;br /&gt;-Went to play volleyball/badminton/captain's ball&lt;br /&gt;-MY TEAM LEADING FOR THE 1ST MATCH :) &lt;br /&gt;-Then Oriana's toe bled. Whole toe-nail like stucked, dangling. Ew, very disgusted. HOPE ORIANA'S TOE IS BETTER NOW!&lt;br /&gt;-I went home, I didn't go for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun that 6 hours. Played like krazy + mad. Now muscle aching. First time I run so much for captain's ball. First time I had so much fun with the seniors. First time seeing them getting all wild. First time we've took so much photos together. And now, everytime first time(s) will be the last time(s). &lt;font color=deeppink&gt;Love you all very much.&lt;/font&gt; Wonder when we're gonna have something like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog a proper post when I've &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on with life now. I can't stop and wait. Whatever it takes, I'm gonna do my best. Just my best. My mom told me: 'Just put how much effort you put for syf into your studies.' &lt;b&gt;GOLD.&lt;/b&gt; Yes I'm trying very hard. Bye I shall keep to my words and scram off to my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-438584285688237192?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/438584285688237192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=438584285688237192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/438584285688237192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/438584285688237192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/princess-on-pony.html' title='Princess on a Pony.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2982221111224374018</id><published>2009-04-24T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:32:49.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the dusk</title><content type='html'>Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh things are gonna happen naturally&lt;br /&gt;Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;And balancing the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;But often times those words get tangled up in lines&lt;br /&gt;And the bright lights turn to night&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawn it brings&lt;br /&gt;Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;Others only read of the love, the love that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm all about them words&lt;br /&gt;Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards&lt;br /&gt;More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Not so little you and I anymore&lt;br /&gt;And with this silence brings a moral story&lt;br /&gt;More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just dream of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally out of&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of&lt;br /&gt;Finally deedeedeedee&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally, finally&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm free, oh, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you have go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh just remember the telephone works both ways&lt;br /&gt;And if I never ever hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else I'll think the bells inside&lt;br /&gt;Have finally found you someone else and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;and others just read of and if you could see now&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally out of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xx,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song woke me up when I was half-asleep. Woah, &lt;b&gt;best.&lt;/b&gt; Very refreshing. Haha, tomorrow got camp :) &lt;i&gt;Water balloons, whip cream and amazing race HAHA :)&lt;/i&gt; And I went blog-stalking for the whole afternoon today - quite fun :) Today got english paper 1, situational + compo. No confidence ): You + I Both LOVED HAHAHA :) Very high right now, + I love your smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of place, you.make.me.feel.that.way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2982221111224374018?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2982221111224374018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2982221111224374018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2982221111224374018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2982221111224374018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-dusk.html' title='Break the dusk'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2985661294309465297</id><published>2009-04-21T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:35:16.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth it.</title><content type='html'>I think yesterday's post sums up the whole thing. And I really love PHS GUZHENG. Thick and thin, we went through all. We've made the impossible to &lt;i&gt;possible.&lt;/i&gt; We've had ups and downs, happy times and sometimes tears and even felt really afraid. Yes and now the sec4s are leaving us, we're left to stand on our own. But I know, I'll never forget how we went through all these just for syf, everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we're gathered one corner at the canteen, waiting anxiously for the results. Hoping for the best, knowing that we didn't played &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; well. And that moment where the seniors picked up the call, the unknown feeling... And we've a gold :) That split second I cried. &lt;b&gt;Tears of joy really.&lt;/b&gt; The tears rolled down and I saw many cried. It felt so heartwarming. All the effort, all the time, sacrifices... We've got what we wanted. We've got what we deserved. What we work so hard for... I love PHS GUZHENG :) Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm looking foward to the camp on Saturday. And be it the very &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; time we can spend together, I will never forget that I'm once part of this syf, this group. (L)(L)(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Se3LPtGrhRI/AAAAAAAABb0/p7zqzw4e2t4/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Se3LPtGrhRI/AAAAAAAABb0/p7zqzw4e2t4/s200/DSC04673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327137404915254546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love these future-to-be leaders :) + we love our roses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2985661294309465297?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2985661294309465297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2985661294309465297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2985661294309465297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2985661294309465297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/worth-it.html' title='worth it.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Se3LPtGrhRI/AAAAAAAABb0/p7zqzw4e2t4/s72-c/DSC04673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3431074611901480832</id><published>2009-04-20T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:31:15.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shimmering spotlights.</title><content type='html'>So the 10mins on stage, the 10mins of spotlight, the 10mins of joy, the 10mins of &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; that we, PHSGZ, have put in very much effort in. Afterall, it was a tiring process and everyone &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; tired. Sometimes, we almost was close to giving up. But because of the sec4s, we held on. We had to walk this journey together with them. We had to be a part of the music that we never was part of 2 years' back. We've to do our best, because the seniors had confidence in us. At first, there were excitement, we're all excited for the day that we've been looking forward to. But after that 10mins, that 10mins up on stage. The excitement is lost suddenly... We felt &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; lost so so lost. We didn't have confidence and many cried. I held back my tears &lt;i&gt;twice.&lt;/i&gt; But many said, we've work hard and we'll get what we deserve and we'll accept any award that the judges gave. But look, aren't the award, the glory, the &lt;span class="c"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; is what we're aiming for? Is what we're capable and is trying to reach for? Its too late for regrets suddenly. Looking at the forlorn faces, I can't help to wonder what I'll be in 2 years' time. Where, we(sec2 batch), will be the one leading the guzheng ensemble. We want to make a history, for no one did as well as we did before. And whatever the results may be tomorrow, I just want to make a point that I love PHSGUZHENG and I'm not ashamed to be in this CCA. I even feel proud to be in this CCA. We'll reap what you sow, I still remember how we spent our time together. For today was the &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt; important performance ever. Not for you, not for me, but for the Guzheng Ensemble. I love the Guzheng Ensemble. And I thank people for the encouragment and the never-ending cheers and the cards, lollipops and such. We'll never have made this far, without anyone of you. PHS GUZHENG ENSEMBLE. (L)(L)(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3431074611901480832?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3431074611901480832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3431074611901480832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3431074611901480832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3431074611901480832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/shimmering-spotlights.html' title='shimmering spotlights.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3812093347452168810</id><published>2009-04-19T13:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:57:48.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staticheartxz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Seq4GetzODI/AAAAAAAABbs/l7dM8Db_VeY/s1600-h/knYYS8Lbllw8rctwRpB7YWRIo1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Seq4GetzODI/AAAAAAAABbs/l7dM8Db_VeY/s200/knYYS8Lbllw8rctwRpB7YWRIo1_400.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326271930782922802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;No, I'm not gonna be the next &lt;b&gt;Lazy Jane.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHA, silly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS MY NEXT BIG DAY I'M EXCITED MUCH. AND I SPENT MY DAY DOING STUPID THINGS. ): BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is being a total bitch right now. Hurting like crap. Why does this always happen to me when I've eventful stuffs happening to me the next day? ): It hurts so much... And I don't know why I think of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; when I'm caught in situations like this. Maybe there isn't a reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) Study science for science test on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;02) Cut my nails.&lt;br /&gt;03) DO chinese homework - LOL&lt;br /&gt;04) Lit also haven't do. - But lucky I'm skipping school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;05) EH I NEED TO BATHE NOW NOAW NOAAW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid sun cannot tahan sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3812093347452168810?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3812093347452168810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3812093347452168810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3812093347452168810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3812093347452168810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/staticheartxz.html' title='Staticheartxz.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Seq4GetzODI/AAAAAAAABbs/l7dM8Db_VeY/s72-c/knYYS8Lbllw8rctwRpB7YWRIo1_400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6400670364940113461</id><published>2009-04-17T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:13:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose to my lips.</title><content type='html'>In case you don't know, I've a new blog :) I'm just finding the right time to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAY TO MYSELF, I'VE SURVIVED 1 WHOLE WEEK OF TEDIOUS TRAININGS AND TOMORROW WILL BE THE &lt;B&gt;LAST&lt;/B&gt; AND THE &lt;B&gt;LAST&lt;/B&gt; AND NO MORE. CAN YOU SENSE MY HAPPINESS? SO YEAH ALL THE BEST GOOD LUCK AND BRING BACK WHAT WE DESERVE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just screamed at dad, I flunked my tests, I'm missing someone I shouldn't, I killed an awesome big load of ants, I am irritated. &gt;:( My life is &lt;span class="c"&gt;upside-down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I feel like trying something I haven't tried before... like, piercing my ears, eating one whole tub of ice-cream, get a new hairstyle(been ages). Random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study and work hard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6400670364940113461?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6400670364940113461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6400670364940113461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6400670364940113461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6400670364940113461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/rose-to-my-lips.html' title='Rose to my lips.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-990699081711922312</id><published>2009-04-11T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:13:05.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And out come all these words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SeCGVYftjHI/AAAAAAAABbk/QAzmNE6PkrQ/s1600-h/10mncp2.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SeCGVYftjHI/AAAAAAAABbk/QAzmNE6PkrQ/s200/10mncp2.jpg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323402461462760562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Taking a break, won't be blogging so much :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm &lt;span class="c"&gt;motivated.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks seniors :) 8 hours of practice today, almost killed me. And today, I &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; cried. I held back my tears, I didn't want to cry. So, we're left with 9 more days. How much they we've worked together with each other. How much they we've endured together. How much more to go... 1 last week, just 1. And I hope to see smiley faces after that 1 week. &lt;b&gt;Love you all always :)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYEs are coming straight after SYF. And I haven't made full use of Good Friday. I ought to start studying soon. Class tests are all coming one by one next week. Okay, time to wake up! Got to learn time-management and stress-management. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, I went shopping yesterday :) &lt;i&gt;Shopping cures depression, its true.&lt;/i&gt; I bought my &lt;b&gt;rhinestone sandals&lt;/b&gt; and my haivanas! HAHAHA so happy x2 Best of all, my mom forked out the money. Need to go on another shopping spree soon... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days, the fear is there. I'm scared. Work hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-990699081711922312?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/990699081711922312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=990699081711922312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/990699081711922312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/990699081711922312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-out-come-all-these-words.html' title='And out come all these words'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SeCGVYftjHI/AAAAAAAABbk/QAzmNE6PkrQ/s72-c/10mncp2.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5262891178828697707</id><published>2009-04-09T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:01:46.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live your life until your love is found, or love's gonna get you down</title><content type='html'>Ohno. Shit my stomach is freakin' pain now. &lt;i&gt;Piercing pain.&lt;/i&gt; - Screw it, damn. I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? - I think &lt;b&gt;High Heels&lt;/b&gt; is the new fun. I wore High Heels for the whole of today. Even though my toe hurts, it was still fun :) HAHA, learn to become a lady. So SYF rehearsal was short and sweet. We had pizza treat for lunch and I ate only &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; piece because I was slow in grabbing the food. We had fun on the way back, by laughing almost at everything. And today's bus ride reminds me of NDP... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Chinese Test, Maths Test and 3 periods of DnT today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss school actually. Because school wouldn't be as &lt;span class="c"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt; as today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much longer can I hold?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5262891178828697707?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5262891178828697707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5262891178828697707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5262891178828697707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5262891178828697707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-your-life-until-your-love-is-found.html' title='live your life until your love is found, or love&apos;s gonna get you down'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3205706006139427216</id><published>2009-04-08T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:06:44.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make my heart beat faster.</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel so numb after eating kinderjoy? Why don't I feel joyful at all? Why did things happen this way? Why is it so hard for things to be back like before? Why is it so hard? - Numb, numb all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a nice and fun day, I hope it'll somehow cheer me up :) ShengShiong's cheer is da &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; i swear. I laughed alot today but somehow, after that talk, I realises I miss &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; very much... I don't know but I just can't... I don't know to start... I hope you feel the same way as I do. For once, I found myself &lt;b&gt;lost&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I know what I'm doing may be dumb&lt;br /&gt;I know I should not be staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of you leads me to temptation&lt;br /&gt;It's the same whatever side you're on&lt;br /&gt;Separated we are delicate and small&lt;br /&gt;And the space between, needs our attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;As close as you can get&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you won't leave&lt;br /&gt;This daydream yet"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't miss me tomorrow. Jacinth is so sweet during geog class today :) She said she'll miss me. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3205706006139427216?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3205706006139427216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3205706006139427216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3205706006139427216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3205706006139427216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-my-heart-beat-faster.html' title='Make my heart beat faster.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-19714942723426857</id><published>2009-04-07T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:59:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Between Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;cra⋅zy&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  mentally deranged; demented; insane.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes I love crazy days :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) _____ keeps 'This is my pencil case during maths class and made me laugh out loud the whole day. HAHAHA ^^&lt;br /&gt;2) I ran like 1km just to get to my tuition at 7.30 when my tuition ends at 7.45.&lt;br /&gt;3) I ran one round around the level because we're all restless during CCA.&lt;br /&gt;4) OMG. AND TODAY JOYCE CREATED A CHEER! IS THE SHENGSHIONG ACTION! HAHAHA ^^ THEN, WE'LL SAY, GOLD WITH HONOURS, WE WANT YOU HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;5) CAN'T STOP LAUGHING NOW ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot remember other events but... HAHA today was nice :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Thursday :) + i'll have my maths test on monday instead (coolios) + i can skip two periods of chinese! HOO-LA-LA PLEASE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone is being irritating at MSN now, but me being nice is trying to shoo him off &lt;i&gt;politely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-19714942723426857?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/19714942723426857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=19714942723426857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/19714942723426857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/19714942723426857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/torn-between-two.html' title='Torn Between Two'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7428835467867730153</id><published>2009-04-06T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:53:51.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Co-Heir.</title><content type='html'>Today is HOHO happy x 5. Geography was * laugh and laugh and laugh. I think I hate mother tongue &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; now... English was girl's talk. Music was incredible-tale-&lt;i&gt;ing&lt;/i&gt; again and XXX tried to scare me. Literature was busy rushing thru' the undone work. Science was &lt;b&gt;FA-BU-LOUS.&lt;/b&gt; Then stayed back awhile to poke into Ms Lee's life :) :) :) Then hesitate of whether to go to the birthday celebration. &lt;span class="c"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; go in the end. Went to Mondo and started trying on high heels :) TEMPTED LA!! Got myself a heels for &lt;b&gt;10$&lt;/b&gt;. HOHO happy. Actually that heels was for syf... Then went to buy Subway and bid goodbye to YH. Thankyou YH :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict today and tomorrow will be a study + chiong homework day. - Time to switch modes now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: &lt;b&gt;5.53pm&lt;/b&gt;, not one second less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO NOW IS THE TIME TO HIT THE BOOKS AND MUG MY HEADS OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7428835467867730153?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7428835467867730153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7428835467867730153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7428835467867730153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7428835467867730153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-co-heir.html' title='His Co-Heir.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4402056758266948102</id><published>2009-04-05T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:06:26.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy don't hug back but sometimes they're all you've got</title><content type='html'>I'm a no-lifer. I shall go and find something to do and spice up my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like talking today. I miss that someone very much ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xx,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; My hair keeps dropping, one by one, like raindrops falling off from the sky... HOW? Later I become bald-headed ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdhWqgYHwrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/hllHK_gVzJE/s1600-h/2009_04040011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdhWqgYHwrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/hllHK_gVzJE/s200/2009_04040011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321098247983841970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I like Sunlight :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdhXRKmJs0I/AAAAAAAABbY/hFsnVHCUo2o/s1600-h/2009_04040013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdhXRKmJs0I/AAAAAAAABbY/hFsnVHCUo2o/s200/2009_04040013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321098912152007490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cool, no?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent doing some crap Nanjing preparation, like totally wasted my time. We're doing &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the work for the people going to nanjing. So this is horror x 100. And it drives us crazy. We're half shouting at Tymon's house and were pissed somehow. I will have gone to accompany choukee if not for this project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Heavy eyebags = me"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4402056758266948102?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4402056758266948102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4402056758266948102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4402056758266948102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4402056758266948102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/teddy-dont-hug-back-but-sometimes.html' title='Teddy don&apos;t hug back but sometimes they&apos;re all you&apos;ve got'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdhWqgYHwrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/hllHK_gVzJE/s72-c/2009_04040011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6816993855105193946</id><published>2009-04-04T19:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:01:42.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood flames</title><content type='html'>I decided not to let trival things bother me anymore. I want to be &lt;span class="c"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. But there's like something pulling me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall worry more about my studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My livejournal's friends are cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6816993855105193946?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6816993855105193946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6816993855105193946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6816993855105193946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6816993855105193946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/childhood-flames.html' title='Childhood flames'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-863829216332134272</id><published>2009-04-02T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:29:36.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in and out.</title><content type='html'>School's boring. Its was a busy week. And tomorrow is Friday, &lt;i&gt;whoosh.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting to update + I don't like combining days into one post. &lt;i&gt;Blame it on my busy schedule.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Life has unexpected moments."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdSt7ZZY4_I/AAAAAAAABbA/gyNrZcthrGg/s1600-h/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdSt7ZZY4_I/AAAAAAAABbA/gyNrZcthrGg/s200/DSC04588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320068295772660722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdSt7ANKlMI/AAAAAAAABa4/Nx0g_WVokwc/s1600-h/DSC04594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdSt7ANKlMI/AAAAAAAABa4/Nx0g_WVokwc/s200/DSC04594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320068289010504898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdSt7MjgrEI/AAAAAAAABaw/HTqtEqhDtzM/s1600-h/DSC04579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdSt7MjgrEI/AAAAAAAABaw/HTqtEqhDtzM/s200/DSC04579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320068292325452866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdStuRrWU8I/AAAAAAAABao/FmoUprKDiOE/s1600-h/DSC04580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdStuRrWU8I/AAAAAAAABao/FmoUprKDiOE/s200/DSC04580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320068070362207170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bishan Library + Yami Yoghurt :) I look so spastic and act-cute in the photos, But you've to admit I do have good photography skills and my photos have nice angles :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Listening Comprehension today is like a beautiful &lt;i&gt;disaster&lt;/i&gt; for me. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-863829216332134272?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/863829216332134272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=863829216332134272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/863829216332134272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/863829216332134272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-in-and-out.html' title='Beauty in and out.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SdSt7ZZY4_I/AAAAAAAABbA/gyNrZcthrGg/s72-c/DSC04588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-3336928136165743676</id><published>2009-03-30T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:09:36.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-failure.</title><content type='html'>You can never get a &lt;i&gt;all-good-things&lt;/i&gt; day. Or should I think that it hadn't appear in my life yet. You can never get a really good day where you're really happy and really really really &lt;span class="c"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;. )':&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed alot today, In Music(!!), In Literature, In Science :) Music was da best, haha. We're watching Incredible Tales. Then, Min Er suddenly screamed and all the girls screamed too! (maybe not all) Then the boys pulled a prank on Chester. Scared him to bits. :) &lt;i&gt;Even Mrs Wong was laughing! Haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun scared me in Science today. !~!@#@$#@%^#^ By boo-ing me right to my face. &lt;i&gt;Stupid me, should've known, should've known~&lt;/i&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today will be a great day after all these happenings... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;, not went you miss your MRT train right in your eyes and your bus &lt;i&gt;TWICE&lt;/i&gt; right in your eyes. And knowing that you still have a chance to catch that bus, you sticked to the ground, not wanting to rush for the bus. &lt;i&gt;This is stupid x2&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyah, I just got two thrashings today. One during English, one during Maths. How &lt;i&gt;motivating.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, me, being a kind soul, is wishing PHSband to do well for their SYF tomorrow :) And most importantly, PHSGZ to get gold :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;21 more days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-3336928136165743676?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3336928136165743676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=3336928136165743676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3336928136165743676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/3336928136165743676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-failure.html' title='Heart-failure.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-7814813044688447480</id><published>2009-03-28T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:21:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love on delivery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/yanxiu_world/photography-3.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.”&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;15 things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;2. I laugh alot, but I don't smile. (according to my teacher and friends)&lt;br /&gt;3. I tend to do things I'd regret.&lt;br /&gt;4. My eyes are as small as an ant's.&lt;br /&gt;5. I've heavy eyebags even though I sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I say something, I don't mean it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;7. I like to blast my earphones when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;8. I like to dream, dream about everything.&lt;br /&gt;9. But I don't have dreams at night when I sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;10. My friends are crazy but I love them :)&lt;br /&gt;11. Boo, I want to be fat.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate copycats eventhough I'm one sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;13. I like to talk with funny people.&lt;br /&gt;14. I've a brother that plays lego!&lt;br /&gt;15. I want to be the top student. HAHAHA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm feeling random right now. And, I did something wrong I think :( And I find it hard to approach that person. So now, I think we'll have a &lt;span class="c"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; war ): Ever since of that incident, I don't ever want to repeat my same mistakes again. And this time, I'm &lt;i&gt;not going to burst and explode.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so bye. - My annoying brother is pissing me off just of his stupid scrabble game. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-7814813044688447480?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7814813044688447480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=7814813044688447480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7814813044688447480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/7814813044688447480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-on-delivery.html' title='Love on delivery.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-423742739479092489</id><published>2009-03-27T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:36:15.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two worlds apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9lLqSHi-b0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9lLqSHi-b0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;ometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah&lt;br /&gt;They're swept away and nothing is what it seems&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of belonging to your dreams&lt;font size=4&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;When he's calling for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you tell him goodbye&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been boring, not so much of eventful stuffs. And we just got our ez-link card replaced. And I look like some &lt;b&gt;shit&lt;/b&gt; with heavy eye bags 0.0 - Bangs head. )':&lt; And today, I waited for someone &lt;span class="c"&gt;in vain&lt;/span&gt;. My world is starting to turn upside-down. &lt;b&gt;Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE was a killer. Run, stop, 10push-ups. Run, stop, 10 sit-ups. Run, stop, 20 jumping jacks. And this goes on and on and on for the whole of 1 hour. Then shuttle run. Then stretching. &lt;i&gt;I sweat the most this PE lesson.&lt;/i&gt; - Change of teacher and we get such tedious trainings. &lt;i&gt;How great.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are coming! There's guzheng tomorrow and we'll be in our &lt;span class="c"&gt;pink cinderalla costume.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-423742739479092489?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/423742739479092489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=423742739479092489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/423742739479092489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/423742739479092489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-worlds-apart.html' title='Two worlds apart.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5328145849862104160</id><published>2009-03-23T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:59:16.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, spice and everything nice.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a &lt;i&gt;Sweet&lt;/i&gt; day, I ate candyfloss + kinderjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScdxvU5wi8I/AAAAAAAABZw/Cj51eDr8GXs/s1600-h/kinder+joy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScdxvU5wi8I/AAAAAAAABZw/Cj51eDr8GXs/s200/kinder+joy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316342943012916162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScdyjH8ORcI/AAAAAAAABaA/xZWFIrvYf-Y/s1600-h/Candyfloss_by_Romashka_E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScdyjH8ORcI/AAAAAAAABaA/xZWFIrvYf-Y/s200/Candyfloss_by_Romashka_E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316343832886789570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anything sweet makes me happy :) Happy girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of school. And it was a &lt;span class="c"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag got snipped off. I chased after my bus. I realised my grammar sucks. And it was &lt;b&gt;super&lt;/b&gt; hot today. I wonder why ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I guess many of you also didn't enjoyed your first day, especially Jacinth! H-A-H-A :) But it was nice being back in school, back studying, back working towards your goal. Mondays are nice because there's no Maths to endure. I &lt;i&gt;dislike&lt;/i&gt; maths x a million. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I got to finish off my geography news article and cheerios! There's no Chinese tomorrow! :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5328145849862104160?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5328145849862104160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5328145849862104160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5328145849862104160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5328145849862104160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/sugar-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar, spice and everything nice.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScdxvU5wi8I/AAAAAAAABZw/Cj51eDr8GXs/s72-c/kinder+joy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5335464845444240376</id><published>2009-03-21T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:26:13.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear your thoughts.</title><content type='html'>This is crazy but, &lt;i&gt;I just finished watching 3episodes of Boys Over Flowers.&lt;/i&gt; And that YH say that b&lt;s&gt;o&lt;/s&gt;y&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt; over fl&lt;s&gt;o&lt;/s&gt;wer&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt; = by over flwer. I swear she can think of any ridiculous things! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a &lt;span class="c"&gt;Do homework&lt;/span&gt; + homework + &lt;b&gt;homework&lt;/b&gt; day. - Never-ending homeworks. :&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt; day :) 1Faith is still the best :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you ask me whats love?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScT2_EFN7KI/AAAAAAAABZk/lqv0b2jU2Gg/s1600-h/2009_03200009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScT2_EFN7KI/AAAAAAAABZk/lqv0b2jU2Gg/s200/2009_03200009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315645023491845282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love, &lt;b&gt;1Faith is teh love :)&lt;/b&gt; everyone look so happy in here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I shall upload the rest of the photos tomorrow or other days.&lt;/font&gt; I'm just plain lazy. HawHaw ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5335464845444240376?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5335464845444240376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5335464845444240376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5335464845444240376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5335464845444240376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/clear-your-thoughts.html' title='Clear your thoughts.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/ScT2_EFN7KI/AAAAAAAABZk/lqv0b2jU2Gg/s72-c/2009_03200009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-6398170144491638817</id><published>2009-03-19T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:19:43.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add a lil glamour to it.</title><content type='html'>I've been hesitating whether I should blog this few days, &lt;i&gt;totally not like me, I know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling giddy for the past two days, + a spliting headache that was enough to &lt;span class="c"&gt;kill.&lt;/span&gt; And dragging out of bed at around 6 or 7. Streneous trainings at school. This is my life now, and will continue till 20th April. &lt;b&gt;How awesome.&lt;/b&gt; But hey, Its only 1 month + 1 day now. It'll soon be over :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who actually loves the &lt;u&gt;Holidays?&lt;/u&gt; - Also, I really take my hat off to those people that won't feel &lt;i&gt;tired&lt;/i&gt; easily and can go to bed at wee hours. I can &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; do that. I get tire out very easily and it isn't a very good feeling. ): x 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad to have friends around me :) Friends whom guided me and encouraged me all the way. HAHA, someone said:'You have the potential, better work hard!' :) Thank &lt;span class="c"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; Very encouraging kay, the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; thing that came out from your mouth :) And friends that cheers up me and make me laugh. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 1Faith'08 &lt;i&gt;long-awaited&lt;/i&gt; class gathering :) Thanks Jayner! :) Go visit &lt;a href="http://th1faithers08.blogspot.com"&gt;class blog.&lt;/a&gt; ho kay(: *love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good actually, I'm contended and satisfied. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've to say this. Farewell my &lt;span class="c"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;, since you chose to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-6398170144491638817?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6398170144491638817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=6398170144491638817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6398170144491638817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/6398170144491638817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/add-lil-glamour-to-it.html' title='Add a lil glamour to it.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5158830790178763330</id><published>2009-03-16T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:22:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts on loose.</title><content type='html'>1) I laughed too much till I get giddy when I'm on bus.&lt;br /&gt;2) Unfairly treated.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have to do that bloody langfest thing tomorrow, ): x 100&lt;br /&gt;4) It is a sad day at school. ):&lt;br /&gt;5) But stupid people cheers me up at Macs(: &lt;b&gt;SIMS!&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY people make me laugh like &lt;i&gt;crap&lt;/i&gt; today. Xie Xie Ni Men, hen jiu mei you na yang xiao le! (: &lt;b&gt;Inside joke!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need you to judge, please don't judge. Keep the comments to yourself. Or are you trying to tell us indirectly. Mark your words. Don't take things for granted. We've given you too much chances and its time to let go since you wanted to. &lt;i&gt;Bye.&lt;/i&gt; Time and time again, I've given in to you. -so are you really worth my time?- I doubt so now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I found my old blog today. Lots of memories. Times I sneak out, times I went home late, times I spent my days going out with friends, times I spend rebelling. Miss those days, &lt;span class="c"&gt;somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5158830790178763330?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5158830790178763330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5158830790178763330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5158830790178763330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5158830790178763330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/hearts-on-loose.html' title='Hearts on loose.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-8024390876571868347</id><published>2009-03-15T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:29:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exit throught the back alley.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbzwwgDO07I/AAAAAAAABZc/iuQ8FtZXQKE/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 73px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbzwwgDO07I/AAAAAAAABZc/iuQ8FtZXQKE/s200/s320x240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313386376418218930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Someone asked me if I knew you,&lt;br /&gt;a million memories flashed through my mind&lt;br /&gt;and I whispered "...not anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm feeling very bored ): I should have went out today but I have to practice guzheng. Who's on, on &lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;? Only free day of the week I guess + the weekends. This is how tedious the training gets. But, lets hold on tight, its gonna be over soon and it will be. Work hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just uploaded the rest of the photos up to my facebook account. (&lt;i&gt;facebook's uploader is fast&lt;/i&gt;)  I'm getting bored again, time to play some games. Or just stone around or just daydream or just put on my earphones. Or just sleep. Since I've &lt;u&gt;school&lt;/u&gt; tomorrow. And its not going to be nice. argh ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye* And I figured out how to create a facebook profile badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Yan-Xiu/817577935" title="Yan Xiu&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Yan-Xiu/817577935" title="title" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/817577935.1021.287657995.png" alt="Yan Xiu&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/badges.php" title="Make your own badge!" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-8024390876571868347?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8024390876571868347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=8024390876571868347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8024390876571868347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/8024390876571868347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/exit-throught-back-alley.html' title='Exit throught the back alley.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbzwwgDO07I/AAAAAAAABZc/iuQ8FtZXQKE/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2701025325564526423</id><published>2009-03-14T19:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:58:36.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty friends, pretty moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbulfecLOAI/AAAAAAAABY8/75jaa86nHP0/s1600-h/2009_03130088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbulfecLOAI/AAAAAAAABY8/75jaa86nHP0/s200/2009_03130088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313022145579399170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbujtD_hC1I/AAAAAAAABYc/w8Wog-6oZVg/s200/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313020179974785874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Best of the best clique.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbujuVvPeZI/AAAAAAAABY0/W81CPujII_s/s200/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313020201918232978" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbujuBWTZbI/AAAAAAAABYs/eadoHfpp4I0/s200/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313020196444923314" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sbujt_bfwEI/AAAAAAAABYk/RPANSepsAY4/s200/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313020195929833538" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbuhItU4K9I/AAAAAAAABYU/1dfU_3Fvddk/s200/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313017356391820242" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sbulfv_f4LI/AAAAAAAABZE/v2emti4-RR0/s1600-h/2009_03130082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/Sbulfv_f4LI/AAAAAAAABZE/v2emti4-RR0/s200/2009_03130082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313022150290956466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey I loveeee&lt;font color=red&gt;&amp;#9829;&lt;/font&gt; langfest! Raffles is so fun, the sceneries are nice, there's lots of things to explore and on and on. And also because, we get to get back together and take photos. Missed the times together. ): So that pretty sums up my pretty friday. &lt;i&gt;And I got praised by a teacher for my photography skills. HAHAHAHA&lt;/i&gt; YEY me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on my smile, looking at the photos, I think my smile is plastic-&lt;i&gt;ky.&lt;/i&gt; I look weird. So, I shall start smiling (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today, I spent my whole afternoon webcaming with Jolene. Haha. (we webcam almost everyday haha) And omg, the superman thing so cute right! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbuosvFCs4I/AAAAAAAABZU/uyvbS6NbMgY/s1600-h/HOHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbuosvFCs4I/AAAAAAAABZU/uyvbS6NbMgY/s200/HOHO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313025671918957442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;Yum&lt;/b&gt; I drank strawberry yoghurt drink today (: Life is &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt; now. Yuppie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2701025325564526423?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2701025325564526423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2701025325564526423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2701025325564526423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2701025325564526423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-enough.html' title='Pretty friends, pretty moments.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbulfecLOAI/AAAAAAAABY8/75jaa86nHP0/s72-c/2009_03130088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-2535720685001348793</id><published>2009-03-13T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:57:04.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in true love?</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling &lt;i&gt;sad&lt;/i&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My leg hurts.&lt;br /&gt;2) I've got photos! Wait for me to post them up =p&lt;br /&gt;3) I got top 10 in class!!! ^^ (&lt;b&gt;happy like whatever&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4) Nooooooooo. we're drifting. &lt;i&gt;far apart.&lt;/i&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a gd'night sleep lovelies. wo yao qu shui jiao. ming tian zai jiang hao bu hao~ yey me. i'm happy and sad at the same time. BUT I'M HAPPIER. (: (: (: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-2535720685001348793?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2535720685001348793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=2535720685001348793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2535720685001348793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/2535720685001348793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-believe-in-true-love.html' title='Do you believe in true love?'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-9132090729040941843</id><published>2009-03-12T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:58:18.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter than Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>March Holiday is next week! I can't wait. I can't wait for 1Faith's gathering too! And also SYF showcase at Republic Poly! Very exciting, once in a life-time experience! There's so much things to look forward to next week. (Y)(Y)(Y) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; with my life right now, right here. I thank friends who stood by me, care for me. I've gotten closer to people that I never was close to, and I found out they are just as nice. Yeah, I love my life now. - I cannot believe it too! Haha. Love all whom cared for me, thanks! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is LangFest. We're going over to &lt;b&gt;Raffles Place.&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, its so much fun! :-D I like post-exam activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crap, I can't believe I'm actually feeling &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; random now. You know, the what every girls wants. - Shopping, camwhoring, gossiping, stalking hot guys, being overly high, all those crazy stuffs. I don't mind spending one day doing all that with my &lt;b&gt;girlfriends.&lt;/b&gt; So anyone in for, on Sunday? (: I think I'm going out. &lt;span class="c"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying life to its fullest. YEY ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-9132090729040941843?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9132090729040941843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=9132090729040941843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/9132090729040941843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/9132090729040941843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='Brighter than Sunshine.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-4816332948169431986</id><published>2009-03-10T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:32:48.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying out for your name, hoping you'll come.</title><content type='html'>It seems like I only have 2 choices. - &lt;i&gt;To leave&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;b&gt;to hold on&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was crap, monday was &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; tired that I drop &lt;span class="c"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;. Today was still as bad, PE will be forever slacky because I'm totally not a sports person. Was playing ultimate frisbee then, its just as nice watching them play(: Can I say that geography is always boring. I almost fell asleep and I didn't listen to half of the lesson. Actually, I also realise &lt;i&gt;something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may seemed like you hated something at first, but gradually you found yourself, starting to like that particular something. Is that what we, as human beings, always feel this way? Because I found myself trapped in that kind of situation so many times already. Or is it only me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbYkxYbtblI/AAAAAAAABYE/WaKcD3jm9dU/s200/IMG_1704+copy.2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311473241320943186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because &lt;span class="c"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is so extraordinary.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and the day after is ICT day. Time for me to rest and &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; and reflect. This week is a short one. And I'm glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-4816332948169431986?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4816332948169431986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=4816332948169431986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4816332948169431986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/4816332948169431986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/crying-out-for-your-name-hoping-youll.html' title='Crying out for your name, hoping you&apos;ll come.'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SbYkxYbtblI/AAAAAAAABYE/WaKcD3jm9dU/s72-c/IMG_1704+copy.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716167279585431680.post-5654924938028812536</id><published>2009-03-08T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:12:55.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening closely to my heartbeat</title><content type='html'>Life has been at its worst state. It couldn't get any worser. The stress is overwhelming. The homeworks are piling, the teachers gave you motivation but you took it for granted. Friends encourage you and you look back at her and wonder why are they caring so much about you. And you having so much other things to do, decides to look back at the past, and hold on to something that can &lt;span class="c"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be back yours. How naive. Very naive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that 'you' is &lt;b&gt;me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, I'm thankful. People must have really hated me for taking granted of their care and concern. &lt;i&gt;Like how I shouted at Mom this morning.&lt;/i&gt; And, worst still, my uncle and aunty decided to drop by, creating so many unnesscary noise. Is this moodswings or just plainly being &lt;b&gt;Me?&lt;/b&gt; ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another 6hours of school and 4hours of CCA I've to endure tomorrow. All the best. Yes very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient &amp; a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control &amp; at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."   -Marilyn Monroe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="c"&gt;Can you handle my worst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716167279585431680-5654924938028812536?l=heartshapedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5654924938028812536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716167279585431680&amp;postID=5654924938028812536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5654924938028812536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716167279585431680/posts/default/5654924938028812536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartshapedroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/listening-closely-to-my-heartbeat.html' title='Listening closely to my heartbeat'/><author><name>YanXiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01009938661040841997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xcss5gmLn34/SnUmzqhUdeI/AAAAAAAABic/q84y6kTK720/S220/True.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
