<?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-2508548949226320970</id><updated>2011-10-15T13:44:30.953+08:00</updated><category term='Beautiful Skies Of The Playground'/><category term='1206'/><title type='text'>Living In Yesterday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-3244132368742011735</id><published>2008-11-30T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:48:08.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>私は私が勇気をそれから有したことを望む。</title><content type='html'>時々事は方法私達はそれがほしいと思う起こらない。時々生命はあなたの悪ふざけをする。時々勇気の欠乏はあなたの前の全別の運命を意味できる。私がそれから謝ったら、それはたくさんした苦痛により少しをか。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=7387685913580579460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/7387685913580579460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/7387685913580579460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='晴天'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-5923311167963697422</id><published>2008-06-20T19:09:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:25:55.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Skies Of The Playground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1206'/><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Wow,been like 10 years since i've blogged.Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Im officially submitting a request for the malay boy : Mohd Khairi Bin&lt;&lt;&lt;(rubbish bin) Sumardi&lt;rubbish&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please complete the post on Silent Hill,aint in the mood for sitting down and finishing that long long essay,HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah,in the span of time in which i havent blogged,i think 10billion things happened already!Dont even know what to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know! The video/play that we did for Mrs Lim.&lt;br /&gt;Well,it happened on a certain night,when a weirdo just came talking to me on msn&lt;br /&gt;'Alvin! I got LOBANG for you! Cannot reject!'&lt;br /&gt;Lols,and the weirdo is non other than... 'V...A...N...E...S...(blank)...A'&lt;br /&gt;In order to protect the identity of the weirdo,I have blanked a portion of her name.Be grateful if you see this:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of those who still dont know who it is,it's the one on the RIGHT:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuTnYp576I/AAAAAAAAABc/ikUas8sU0ZI/s1600-h/Party+prep+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213923298453876642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuTnYp576I/AAAAAAAAABc/ikUas8sU0ZI/s320/Party+prep+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol,anyways she was one of the producers of the play.With the other producer being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!SEAH SEOW HUI! LOLOLOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuUY0oDwFI/AAAAAAAAABk/aC0JQlG08Qo/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213924147775914066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuUY0oDwFI/AAAAAAAAABk/aC0JQlG08Qo/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Then we have one big bunch of people as the crews.&lt;br /&gt;But the whole thing was super fun la,we did damn alot of crap.Maybe including being spastic!&lt;br /&gt;And me having a 2 year and 2 months expired powder poured FULLY on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Well,and i can totally swear that wearing MASCARA and EYELINERS and any other form of makeup is super duper wooper irritating! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,super dark picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWBoSdPjI/AAAAAAAAABs/vK3_RZ-KvJc/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925948350348850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWBoSdPjI/AAAAAAAAABs/vK3_RZ-KvJc/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm,LOL? We're being stupid,i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWDD04b5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/l4XVHzOmDYc/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925972922363794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWDD04b5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/l4XVHzOmDYc/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the same except...erm.the postitions of the people changed? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWDhPVRqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rNJO4ZhZ6Q0/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925980817933986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWDhPVRqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rNJO4ZhZ6Q0/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,im trying to really figure out...WHY the people at the back are hyper active while those in front are...erm...SLEEPING?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWENqo-VI/AAAAAAAAACE/N9F74Rqf0Mw/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925992743631186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWENqo-VI/AAAAAAAAACE/N9F74Rqf0Mw/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,Quan Jia Fu! (Family Portrait!) The full working crew.hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWElFPxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/oXEMdDt9DpQ/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925999029241330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuWElFPxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/oXEMdDt9DpQ/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,lets see,what do we have next.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim's party! A great success! Like omg,Mrs Lim thought we were some kinda karate/wushu class standing in a row ready to do our karate chop thingy when actually we were just standing there to pop poppers on her=.=&lt;br /&gt;Lols,then I had a great time discussing scandals with Michelle Ngui,Suh Tyng and Miner/Renim. okay,fine,her name's actually Min'Er.there's a break.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas,and while watching the video of our play,i realised how spastic i looked=.=&lt;br /&gt;And also...I think i ate 1/4 salad that SuhTyng,MeiJun and YingChern made,LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuhTyng,Mrs Lim and Michelle Ngui who claims she's a pretty babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuY39KRdGI/AAAAAAAAACU/M_RRVr6w2n0/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213929080689357922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuY39KRdGI/AAAAAAAAACU/M_RRVr6w2n0/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pretty Mrs Lim!Okay...maybe not SOOO pretty on this pic.Looks kinda spastic!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuY_0WJx1I/AAAAAAAAACc/YicmS3XRJZw/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213929215762220882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuY_0WJx1I/AAAAAAAAACc/YicmS3XRJZw/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever so loving couple!Mr Dickson Lim and Mrs Lim! AWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuZDTCVrHI/AAAAAAAAACk/9ZlN7htCDpU/s1600-h/(2)DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213929275540221042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuZDTCVrHI/AAAAAAAAACk/9ZlN7htCDpU/s320/(2)DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I swear the one on my left is the biggest bimbo ever.WeiShan claims she looks better in the 1st pic.yeah,CLAIMS. (I think it's cuz the 1st pic cant see her :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuZImDNWPI/AAAAAAAAACs/nM2Xo44wu2c/s1600-h/Pudding"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213929366543489266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuZImDNWPI/AAAAAAAAACs/nM2Xo44wu2c/s320/Pudding%27s+shot0430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuZMdSJcrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IlRvazgirOI/s1600-h/Pudding"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213929432909705906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuZMdSJcrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IlRvazgirOI/s320/Pudding%27s+shot0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,then came our band camp.Erm,LOL.Actually I dunno what to say about it? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay! I know! We had our POP on the 2nd day. Passing Out Parade for those who dont know what it means.Okay,Im now REALLY speechless=.=&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what else to blog bout that=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of us gathered for our YamSeng session!With sparkling juice of cuz:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuay344ZNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L7v1oovo8mw/s1600-h/Party+prep+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213931192398144722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuay344ZNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L7v1oovo8mw/s320/Party+prep+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFub82UCj_I/AAAAAAAAADE/5LmoQKly1ME/s1600-h/Party+prep+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932463285506034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFub82UCj_I/AAAAAAAAADE/5LmoQKly1ME/s320/Party+prep+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhs,during the holidays,visited West Coast Park.That was a super beautiful place la!&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe for some of the junk people that visit that place also,hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Caught some pictures of the sunset there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds looked like they were swirling in some kinda typhoon.Actually now i know why people take up photography as a hobby/career.There are just so many beautiful things waiting to be taken into memories that can be shared with everyone :Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad I have 4 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudU6LbY0I/AAAAAAAAADM/yb9Y0H-IA1w/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213933976151614274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudU6LbY0I/AAAAAAAAADM/yb9Y0H-IA1w/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVOH7rKI/AAAAAAAAADU/Id8cR7YtJfQ/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213933981505662114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVOH7rKI/AAAAAAAAADU/Id8cR7YtJfQ/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVK5k7RI/AAAAAAAAADc/illp1SWxUxc/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213933980640144658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVK5k7RI/AAAAAAAAADc/illp1SWxUxc/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVWngyGI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3Qou-pHy0U/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213933983785601122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVWngyGI/AAAAAAAAADk/o3Qou-pHy0U/s320/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The June holidays are finally coming to an end.Mdm Wong is gonna challenge us to switch off the computer for 4months until the big 'O's. Im very sure I want to enter VJC.But with the state of my maths now,Im kinda scared...Well,maybe not kinda,VERY.&lt;br /&gt;I AM going to work hard on my maths! And for every other papers I have! Dont want to end up regretting my decision of not studying anytime later in life.&lt;br /&gt;Well,many things happened in the June Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Including studying sessions which ended up talking more than actual studying.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas,I promise to myself hereby that after this final break that we have,any studying that im gonna with 4/6 people/other nonsensical bums is gonna be conducive!Work hard for 'O's,peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful skies of the playground on 1206 :)&lt;br /&gt;as quoted directly,hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Study study study.I NEED MORE DETERMINATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone's trying to act cute in the picture below .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVQ_mTrI/AAAAAAAAADs/6n5rOwv2wOE/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213933982276013746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFudVQ_mTrI/AAAAAAAAADs/6n5rOwv2wOE/s320/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-5923311167963697422?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/5923311167963697422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=5923311167963697422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/5923311167963697422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/5923311167963697422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/SFuTnYp576I/AAAAAAAAABc/ikUas8sU0ZI/s72-c/Party+prep+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-3962078259255283894</id><published>2008-05-11T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:48:17.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill : The Arcade.</title><content type='html'>Lets just say friday was a fruitful day as me and Khairi completed Silent Hill : The Arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all started on last Saturday.When i suddenly felt bored and asked him to the arcade.That was my 1st time playing.Boom.We died halfway in the Brookhaven Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was revenge.Pure revenge.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived.The machine was swarmed with kids.Kids who were amazingly at the near end of Stage 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took over.&lt;br /&gt;It all started pretty innocently enough.We entered the quiet town region of Silent Hill.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric! Tina! Over here!&lt;/span&gt;' cried Bill,with his body badly injured and lying limp on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont bother about me! Jesse! Jesse! She went that way!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;He pointed weakly in the far distance.&lt;br /&gt;*For your info,it wasnt as though we were going to bother about you at all*&lt;br /&gt;The quiet town went by easily enough,as the Gumheads and Screamers were put back into their respective silences with our bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the hospital,and in front of us,were Nurses,with a metal pole on their hands,ready at any moment to crack our skulls and feed on our brain juice.&lt;br /&gt;Well,we filled them up with lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That way! Jesse!'&lt;/span&gt; Eric screamed as Jesse was pulled away by Pyramid Head.The 1st boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine&lt;/span&gt;,shoot it in his damn stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Bang.Bang.Bang.&lt;br /&gt;We made good progress as our health was on the upper tier of being 100%.&lt;br /&gt;The terror came : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just stuck on our screen and sucked away our health...BAM! they fell to the ground,yet the next moment they were replaced by their brothers and sisters.It was as though the entire screen was infested with these creatures.&lt;br /&gt;With a final swing of his Great Knife,which landed dangerously safe in front of Eric and Tina's necks,the Otherworld disappeared revealing the blades of the ventilation machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out,and spotted a Scraper in hot pursuit behind Emillie.We gave chase and it finally decided to recognize our existence as it turned out around to try to blade us.&lt;br /&gt;We went on,but were extremely cautious now,as we wanted to go as far as possible,with me having 88% health and Khairi having 82%.&lt;br /&gt;GRAWH.&lt;br /&gt;A roar came from the sky.The humongous dragon with a thick blade on his arm swooped at us,leaving us a bare second to escape before we were made it's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Before long,it crumbled to the ground,as it clenched it's heart that was now in pieces by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rank : B for both of us.Although Khairi was around 300k points above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage 2:Area 1&lt;br /&gt;This was where we were even more cautious,as this was the place where we dropped our guns and fell into darkness as we got slashed by the blades of the Scraper.&lt;br /&gt;We got on pretty well,except that Khairi got slashed a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it came,the gigantic worm.We pulled the trigger with amazing speed as it retreated back into the darkness it came from.&lt;br /&gt;There,in front,was a manequin that was covered in bandages in what seemed like a glass casing.&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Tina ran and retrieved the manequin,but the moment they reached it,they were engulfed by flames from the Otherworld.The platform they were standing on turned into a cage in the middle of a fiery ocean.&lt;br /&gt;From our side came the worm.But..it was different.&lt;br /&gt;As it stretched it's mouth,it gave rise to a terrifying sight,a human head in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;A horrendous creature indeed,yet it was once again conquered by us.Nothing much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ran off along,we met George.A plain sick psycho as he was in a super dirty place and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;We approached the cemetery with ease,although Khairi died once already,but this is always what happens to relaxed people.They get susceptible to dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'HELP ME! ERIC! HELP!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH? I looked from my gun to the screen,and there was George being pulled into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;His happy predator came out from the darkness.Showing not one,nor two,not even five.&lt;br /&gt;But eight legs.&lt;br /&gt;She looked as us,with a face that was cracked in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart,I was scared.The mere presence of such a creature,it crippled me with fear.At that moment,i felt fear at it's peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gripped my gun with both hands as i prepared to fight with this creature.&lt;br /&gt;A timer appeared in blood red on the top of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;George : 9999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What is that?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'That's his health,we must rescue him before he dies'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,i was scared out of my wits.What if he dies.But I hadnt time to think anymore.Just shoot it in that damned head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head covered the entire screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'WHAT THE HELL?' ran through my mind as the tentacles of fear and evil gripped my heart with a nasty twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed one eye,took aim,and fired shots through it's head.It started running wildly.&lt;br /&gt;Time was running short.George was going to die.GEORGE WAS GOING TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Khairi! Shit! What happens if George dies!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I dont know! He's never died before!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Look at the damn time! we only have 1.6k more left!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'SHIT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;We sighed a breath of relief as she collapsed on the floor with barely 600 remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! We looked at each other as our scores came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rank : A for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-3962078259255283894?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/3962078259255283894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=3962078259255283894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/3962078259255283894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/3962078259255283894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/05/silent-hill-arcade_11.html' title='Silent Hill : The Arcade.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-6763681714219761084</id><published>2008-05-01T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:41:28.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World</title><content type='html'>The World.The 1st opening of the anime of Death Note.And it was a wise choice definitely putting that song as the opening.Just look at the lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;'In the spreading darkness,I made a vow to the revolution'&lt;br /&gt;Raito's lifelong ambition,but it was in the evil.But it somehow was able to relate dearly to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'An evil flower that sprouted from love'&lt;br /&gt;The cause of multiple innocent deaths,just because of the love of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's an ''ending'' everyone desires'&lt;br /&gt;'It's a ''paradise'' everyone's dreamed of'&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ever wanted this,but he had to suffer because of this.Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cuz,as everyone knows.The story of Death Note has double protaganists.Basically, L ,whom i shall not put his real name here in case others who dont know scold me for telling them.And Raito Yagami,or in layman terms,Light Yagami.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves L,be it his weird comments,his funny reactions or his amazingly low rate of accuracy.That of cuz is true for the start of this manga.Light is the mouse that L the cat is hunting down for.Nobody really likes Light much although he's supposed to be the best in everything.Because he's described in one word : Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news that shocked half the universe who were reading the manga of Death Note.How,can Light Yagami,ever win this battle.I thought good guys always prevailed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...thats because Light is also a good guy?&lt;br /&gt;As the axis of the storyline turned,we're introduced to 2 small little kids.Mello.and Near.&lt;br /&gt;When Near appeared,it was basically the end of the fun of Death Note.Because it always appeared such that Near was god.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Compare L and Near.&lt;br /&gt;L caught Light due to his incomparable high intellect.He made guesses,he set traps,he put himself in the action.He did everything his life was worth.&lt;br /&gt;But Near?&lt;br /&gt;Near got close to Light,all thanks to his amazingly inferences.It's really as though he was god.He could have guessed every single thought in Light's brain.He could make empty inferences out of the air sandcastle that he had built and the sandcastle ALWAYS turned out to be solid.&lt;br /&gt;As i looked back at the last episode of the Death Note anime,Light is such a noble guy.He may be crazy,he may be mad,he may have been a real bad boy.He may have been&lt;br /&gt;EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;But that dosen't account for all the things he had ever done.He have turned the world into one that crime rate was absurdly low.He had changed the way people had ever dared to bully the weak.He had done practically everything a clergyman,a monk or imam would have wished for.&lt;br /&gt;Look at his speech.&lt;br /&gt;'When i got this notebook,I knew i had to do it...NO! I knew ONLY I could have done it!'&lt;br /&gt;'Anyone else would have been too scared to carry on,but i had the power to change this world.'&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good guys have to die.Why do the riciculously stupid have the power to make exact inferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,until the end.Maybe,one would find it hard to actually compare Light and L ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Both of these geniuses.Had to live on with the lone in their hearts that only each of them knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were both existent,here's a salute for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;If Near,you were existent,here's a big fat piece of Siva for you to eat on and rot your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of L and Light Yagami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-6763681714219761084?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-4139105194227680802</id><published>2008-04-13T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:03:36.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why.</title><content type='html'>Well,I for one is at a loss for words,because i have no exact sense of what is happening.What are the thoughts that are swirling past my head,what are the images and memories that are flooding my mind.Are they a facade of things that have passed,or are they there to remind me of regrets and sadness i've caused.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed,as we pass through the path of life,we do hurt many people.I for one have already hurt so many close to me,family,friends,teachers and probably even more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I just read someone's blog,uncontrollably the tears came dropping.One drop,it never stopped,the next drop,it still continued,continued,until it finally started to flow.I couldnt control it,I didnt know what was happening.I must have been such a bastard in my previous life that i have to continue being a jerk now.The countless people that have been hurt because of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,maybe the only way to stop hurting people close to me,is for me to disappear.I AM the root of the evils for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-4139105194227680802?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/4139105194227680802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=4139105194227680802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-8127276519598209442</id><published>2008-04-13T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:53:56.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a bastard</title><content type='html'>Im a bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-8127276519598209442?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/8127276519598209442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=8127276519598209442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-7581464849663663132</id><published>2008-04-13T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:53:30.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a bastard</title><content type='html'>Im a bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-7581464849663663132?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/7581464849663663132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=7581464849663663132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-6645108295375249018</id><published>2008-04-07T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:59:08.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee</title><content type='html'>Lols,im so supposed to be doing my lit project now huh? I guess i havent been blogging bout 10 years alrdy,shall update and relink when i get home lurh.&lt;br /&gt;Just so that someone cant say that im so lazy to update my blog.Someone huh huh huh!Someone who cldnt finish a Carl's Jr chicken burger,someone who goes gaga-ly crazy,someone who's super duper cute lurh! xD Dont deny! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-6645108295375249018?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/6645108295375249018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=6645108295375249018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6645108295375249018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6645108295375249018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/04/whee.html' title='Whee'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-6549165362614252078</id><published>2008-01-06T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:13:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LARGE LIST.</title><content type='html'>Lols,now i have a super long list that i forgot to add.The movies that me and piggie are going to watch.well.soon.hahas! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)One Missed Call&lt;br /&gt;2)Rambo 4 aka John Rambo?!?&lt;br /&gt;3)Kung Fu Dunk&lt;br /&gt;4)Jumper&lt;br /&gt;5)The Chronicles of Narnia:Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;6)The Dark Knight (a nicer name for batman.)&lt;br /&gt;7)Chang Jiang 7 Hao&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;8) P.S. I Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-6549165362614252078?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/6549165362614252078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=6549165362614252078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6549165362614252078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6549165362614252078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/01/large-list.html' title='LARGE LIST.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-6800150465525545323</id><published>2008-01-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:15:17.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Day! xD</title><content type='html'>Hahas,today was a wonderful day.Lols,i went to watch 'I Am Legend' with piggie.And yes,the show IS nice despite many negative comments that all of you all might tend to hear from the ah peh's and ah ma's sitting at coffeeshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols,so obviously I reached before piggie at Bishan Library (Of course!Because I have the EARLY BOY look.heh) So we did some very stupid things,like me staying at 4th floor reading my book and her going to 3rd floor reading her book.Lols,so we decided to not be SILLY anymore and go cafe to eat.And omg!I was so silly!I fell for her trickery/ploy/plot. She said she ate lunch already,then she waited for me to order my spaghetti,then she requested to go and buy the tickets!ARGH!AND SHE PAID FOR THE TICKETS AND REFUSED TO ACCEPT MY TICKET'S MONEY! (Jumping up and down in anger)&lt;br /&gt;Ok,so she came back,i finished some tiny little bit of homework and we began to walk around aimlessly.Hahas.We covered finish j8,and we did spot some 'interesting' people.And some interesting things.heh.hahas,walked around minitoons,found some gigantic lollipop which sparkles with light and saw many many mangas in ComicsConnection.like,duh? So i had the stupid idea of going to find a pet shop,and we were caught in the gigantic rain,and walked rounds and rounds.But we did find a nice signpost to take a photo of and a nice study place! xD&lt;br /&gt;But we had to squeeze under her small umbrella,hahas,although it was only a short stretch of road,i feel bad bcoz i cannot cover her completely though we cldnt go anymore closer! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And she dosent think i can fold an umbrella!HMPH!hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,so in the cinema,i was experimenting with my phone.which i found out that has flash=.=&lt;br /&gt;So i had RED and WHITE nachos.&lt;br /&gt;And i gave my piggie my first time....so did she....we took a photo in the cinema for the 1st time! Wahahahas!What you all thinking about huh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh,i am legend is so nice lo,hahas.and she felt cold despite her 'ELMO LOVES YOU',so i had to give her my jacket too.hah.xD And stupidly,we were rushing to finish the COLD nachos and we did not even touch the drink except once.lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sent her home and i found out that today is formal saturday! Because i brought my tie along.hahas! And wow!Amazing!Her block is the same as a radio station!WHOO!hahas,and so i managed to find my way to my bus stop after the rain that was getting heavier and heavier.So therefore i do feel like im gna fall sick soon.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr!So there goes my plan of slping early! PIGGIE! Wash ur hair earlier! &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCR1nvYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/poY4smqkjuI/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003663650602370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCR1nvYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/poY4smqkjuI/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCR1nvZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BpDHZIPLFdE/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003663650602386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCR1nvZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BpDHZIPLFdE/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super sign post that we risked so many rainpours and storms for.Hahas.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCR1nvaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3lZ1pb2y_3E/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003663650602402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCR1nvaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3lZ1pb2y_3E/s320/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCh1nvbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ft0lHDjFnaA/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003667945569714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCh1nvbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ft0lHDjFnaA/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red and white nachos.hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCh1nvcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zJ5gxebfFIY/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003667945569730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCh1nvcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zJ5gxebfFIY/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-Zxx1nvdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Fz6tmlfloA/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152005579206016466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-Zxx1nvdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Fz6tmlfloA/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first time.heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-ZyB1nveI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ckb9pEk663w/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152005583500983778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-ZyB1nveI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ckb9pEk663w/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-ZyB1nvfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wudig4uCdZ0/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152005583500983794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-ZyB1nvfI/AAAAAAAAABE/wudig4uCdZ0/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this pic is to see the tie that i wear on formal saturdays!And for those guys who visit this blog,yes the point is to keep focused on the tie and not piggie's pretty face.hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-ZyR1nvgI/AAAAAAAAABM/vggMW4gsvQE/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152005587795951106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-ZyR1nvgI/AAAAAAAAABM/vggMW4gsvQE/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Tie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-6800150465525545323?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/6800150465525545323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=6800150465525545323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6800150465525545323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6800150465525545323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/01/wonderful-day-xd.html' title='Wonderful Day! xD'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S78QLoJklac/R3-YCR1nvYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/poY4smqkjuI/s72-c/DSC00479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-1637101932964497564</id><published>2008-01-05T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:07:07.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of school</title><content type='html'>Hmms,the 3rd day of school passed by just as normal as any other day,except that it was filled to the brim with homework.I decided that i shall not repeat my mistake of the previous years and let it pile up and i shall start clearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall start tomorrow first at Bishan Library,so i shall be guai,and reach way way way before piggie and start doing my homework first.If not,im so not gonna complete it.Well,i feel so tired suddenly,maybe it's because of the many days that i havent rested?My week's like completely filled,both literally on the amount of things i have and mentally on the amount of stress i've been having.Until tomorrow i can finally relax and watch a movie and VOILA.I have more homework to handle,perfect life ehhs.Ok,so piggie really SHOULD sleep after her hair dries.Hahas.And like what I told her.Amazingly my blog is getting filled up with posts of her,and she claims that it's because she's fat=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i shall continue doing some crap before going to slp,Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is this that im feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-1637101932964497564?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/1637101932964497564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=1637101932964497564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/1637101932964497564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/1637101932964497564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/01/3rd-day-of-school.html' title='3rd day of school'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-2102058688514539451</id><published>2008-01-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:28:54.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me.</title><content type='html'>2nd day of school,and nothing's going right.I had E-Maths mastery test in the afternoon,and i am affirmitive that it is a well done flunk. Goodbye to more of my freedom and hello to more afternoon lessons. I wanted to buy my geog workbook which ridiculously we're required to use it for this year,and wonderfully and amazingly,the bookshop's closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe it's because of all the awesome crappy things that happened during the course of the day that makes me go more hot-tempered than usual and obviously more sensitive than usual.Suddenly i ended up talking crap to my piggie,yes,not funny crap,but stupid crap.Oh yes,i seriously think i was the sole cause of all the tension that happened between 5pm till now at 10.27pm. I dont get it,maybe i need to find out how to understand a girl better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I find out,sorry piggie for what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-2102058688514539451?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/2102058688514539451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=2102058688514539451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/2102058688514539451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/2102058688514539451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-4676786820921013664</id><published>2008-01-02T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:22:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig post!</title><content type='html'>Lols,now is supposed to be part of my new sleeping time,hahas.So cool right,and this post is so cool also! It's dedicated to this small little piggie who is probably feeling very stressed now,so i shall take time and say some nice things about her,hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Turquoise Jun Yong (Hah! Got no link at all.)&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am Silly,and my name is Billy,somehow,so my full name is SillyBilly,2nd name!&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i do like to sleep late,and wake up late,hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i do like to laugh my toes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joke of the day,aka JOTD! is that my white shirt and pants are supposed to be brown yellow and white because i left them in the cupboard for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,finally to get to her.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that Lee Sihui is a nice name.so is Qing Sihui,so is Turquoise Sihui.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she is Silly,and her name is SillySally,2nd name also!&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she always wakes up early.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she is a gagadophile (:&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she is funny.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she cant dance.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she has super many cousins.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she likes to laugh her toes off.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she is most of the time cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she's like a piggie.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that she loves tomyam.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i owe her Katong Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i owe her Cheese Fondue.&lt;br /&gt;And I admit that 13,thirteen,is a nice number(:&lt;br /&gt;So I will be nice and give her this message here: I shall be nice and pay for your ticket for I Am Legend on Saturday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up yeahs piggie,sillysally! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-4676786820921013664?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/4676786820921013664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=4676786820921013664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/4676786820921013664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/4676786820921013664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/01/pig-post.html' title='Pig post!'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-254965045008730773</id><published>2008-01-01T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:34:13.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year (:</title><content type='html'>Oh,and so fast,it's the start of another brand new year.To me,it's like repairing a pair of sneakers that i've kept for 15 years,every year,i try to throw away the bad part of the sneakers,and replace it with newer and better parts.It's like memories and parts of our lives,clinging on to bad and stinky memories does nothing to help in your life.I know it's hard,I experienced it.And this year im gonna have more,with ppl like deva and matiin and eddie and jamie and clint and adeline and tania retaining and ah hsien expelled,it's sad to leave them behind in our fast pacing lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,so there was the super dinner i had with my family and relatives yesterday bcoz of our relative coming over from china,and the best thing? He dosent talk like a cheena man,so im happy.It was great,then i went with one guy and one girl cousin to watch Aliens Vs Predators 2 with aaron they all.And guess what,we had the whole cinema BOOKED for us,we were at position to decide when e movie's supposed to screen and all.So cool right! Thanks to aaron la,hor,since you want the credit so badly.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was supposed to go watch 'I Am Legend' with piggie today,but so sadly,yes i know,so very sadly,hahas,her dad told her she cannot go out bcoz he planned a full day for their family today.awwww.hah! It's okay,we shall go catch it on SATURDAY! And i shall remember that i shall not sleep in the cinema because she's gonna use her super pinching skills to make me wake up. *OUCH*&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i shall go complete my SS homework,tmr's a new start,a new sch day,a sad day without those who retained.4/6 is gonna be sad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-254965045008730773?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/254965045008730773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=254965045008730773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/254965045008730773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/254965045008730773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year (:'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-2605072010133055196</id><published>2007-12-25T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:32:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I talk alot.</title><content type='html'>Went down to beach road to buy the rankings for the NCO board,well POP's coming soon,gotta have some nice badges.It was such a wonderful day,because i totally realised that i dont even have a single thing to said to any of the 2 sec 4's who went with us.Somehow everything has gotten so bad until i dun communicate,i dun even bother,or try to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,we come to this word called 'senior'.Well,what is it exactly?Why have this word ever existed.As far as my dictionary goes,ever since i joined band until this exact moment,i always felt that a senior was a guardian angel,many guardian angels in fact,you will learn from their many behaviours that some are the scolding type,some are the mama's types,some are the quiet types and so on.But,they all exist for one purpose.and that is to look after those younger than them,'juniors'.And,no matter how much they scold you,how much they punch you or whack you.The end purpose is one thing,that is that they care for you.It's a part of a family,just like how brothers and sisters care for those younger.But,what if one day,you are betrayed.Your elder brother or elder sister,walks to you with a knife in his or her hand,he or she takes it and stabs you.After which they come to you,and apologize to you that they did not mean it,after you had died,after everything has come to a change.Then maybe you start to realise the cruel side of this world,how people whom you have always trusted,always thought would not do anything against their integrity,stabs you straight through the heart.I dont even think this word even exist for me anymore, 'seniors',well,to some,probably most,it still does,for the others,it's just a name to tell about our relationship.But what for have a name,when you arent even existent anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about those people,we shall talk about christmas,about the things im putting off everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And here's the list of homework i have not done:&lt;br /&gt;-Core Geography Assignment,the normal geog homework&lt;br /&gt;-Additional Geography Assignment(some of it)&lt;br /&gt;-Sec 3 Elementary and Additional Mathematics Online Test,Written Homework,Elementary Mathematics,based on Worksheets,Additional Maths,based on textbook.&lt;br /&gt;-Social Studies Holiday Homework.&lt;br /&gt;-Anderson Seconday School Year End 07 Holiday Assignments for Selected Students,homework additional for ALL topics.&lt;br /&gt;-All the other Maths past yr papers that mama chong gave out which i lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone,there goes another holiday lost,without achieving anything.I AM such a procrastinator.Once and again i've told myself,do it.But once and again i repeat to myself,there's still time.Good!No more time! Happy now? Alvin? Stupid boy who dont listen to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year Resolution,which i WILL stick to until 'O's hopefully:&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep early every night by sch reopen,latest 11,unless homework calls for it. Which means,piggie aka silly sally aka lynette lee,yes you,you should stop talking to me until so late at night.hahas! xD&lt;br /&gt;-Submit my homework,at least 90% of it,AT LEAST.Do homework every night.&lt;br /&gt;-LISTEN in class,DO NOT,i repeat,DO NOT,fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;-Yes,I shall grow taller than SiangYee,although i already AM taller than her.&lt;br /&gt;-Be nice to my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;-Complete my exercise routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,that is all for now,merry christmas,alvin you stupid boy.Alvin and the dumbasses (which is himself.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-2605072010133055196?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/2605072010133055196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=2605072010133055196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/2605072010133055196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/2605072010133055196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-talk-alot.html' title='I talk alot.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-3002251491562328582</id><published>2007-12-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:32:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah.</title><content type='html'>Wah,so long never blog liao,around 1wk plus leh,and alot of sibei wonderful things happen liao.hahas.i shall summarise.cuz today,as always.IM BUSY.NO TIME TO BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday we go hamster's hse bbq.SIBEI ALOT OF FOOD SIA.I reach e time,1st kena some super shiok back 'stretch' from hamster.then I sat down and ate.and ate.and ate.and ate.and ate.Yes,I think you get the point.We were supposed to take turns to bbq,but end up onli the girls bbq-ed,so bu hao yi si right.See,boys are lazy.OOPS. Ok,so here's special thanks to JENNY for doing super alot for e bbq,and AH MI for bbq-ing e many chicken wings that i ate.xD&lt;br /&gt;Then we went upstairs.sat at e balcony,and stone.and stone.and stone.Yes,we were just plain stoning.Aiyah,then go home. ):  But I ate so much for a bbq! AMAZING.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got this weird person visited my friendster.So being nice,I viewed back her friendster profile.I had the biggest shock of my life and fell off my chair while laughing madly.She looked exactly like SW! Omg,i proceeded to tell donut who did the dirty job of telling the rest of PSW about it.Now we have a special DP for them.hahas.But damn,when she looks at the 'who viewed my profile' list,and finds out that everyone is linked to me,she's so gna think that i have a thing for her.My,thats bad.Well,really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhs,gtg la.tmr got band outing.I want my sleep.Hahas.Chill and ciaos ppl (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-3002251491562328582?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/3002251491562328582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=3002251491562328582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/3002251491562328582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/3002251491562328582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2007/12/wah.html' title='Wah.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-8615561713433723865</id><published>2007-12-06T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:07:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaabeh.</title><content type='html'>Walao ehhs,these few days really darn tired sia.Everyday just go out go out and waste time away.&lt;br /&gt;Monday went with Mr Lim eat teochew niang dou fu,then omg,my portion came out as twice the size as his portion,LOL.Then we went mustafa look at high class watches,and saw some areas which held either gays,aguas,or super oldy prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went down to amb to find out that nobody is there,nabeh,the head librarian better show me that proof of msg that he said he had,if not he's so gna die,irresponsible arse.Then went down to AMKPS,saw some dramatic ironies as Mr Yea was telling e band about how an alumni and band member should be and there the alumni were playing cards.Bad bad ar.Went out with Grace Oh and Sikai aft tt,actually wanted to eat Botak Jones,but found out that it was under renovation after we braved storms and seas to reach there.AND GRACE TOOK A GIGANTIC FALL ON HER BUTT.WHEE! lols,laugh lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went for dinner with Mr Lim again.&lt;br /&gt;And by e time im posting this im supposed to be tutoring e kids at punngol pri band,but oops,i woke up superbly late i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;And ok,heres cheers to someone i havent seen in a super duper frigging very long long long time,her name is JAMIE and she's my...erm....can I not say it? Ok,fine,BIMBOTIC PARTNER! Omg,that sounds so dumb,but well....lols.&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye going out lata.Meet Grace then go meet Mr Lim again.Whoo,tiring day again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-8615561713433723865?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/8615561713433723865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=8615561713433723865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/8615561713433723865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/8615561713433723865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2007/12/naaabeh.html' title='Naaabeh.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-1303771430474109186</id><published>2007-12-03T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:47:13.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in singapore.</title><content type='html'>Ahhs,finally reached back in singapore ytd.I went to visit my ahma,and i cried.Because she cldnt recognize me at first ):&lt;br /&gt;But after talking to her for quite sometime,she managed to figure out who i am.But its still so sad la.&lt;br /&gt;Well,I managed to get some shows back,SUJIE! PREPARE FOR A SAW MARATHON! Or any other movies la.Hahas,I've got Beowulf,Hitman,Enchanted,and so many more la.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah,at immigration in singapore i lost a frigging back,damn,i guess like siangyee says,some poor hungry soul probably took it,so im actually doing a good deed! Yeah! xD&lt;br /&gt;Well,Im like so darn tired.tired tired tired,and...more tired.&lt;br /&gt;Yay,another barbeque next sunday worh.xD Means more slack yet more food,but I think its what we call a belated farewell barbeque,with the person who was staying at that house we're going to barbeque at missing.WAHH! Why did you have to go la pig,ok nevermind you're still going to bring me around taiwan when i go over.Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Well,shall go eat my breakfast and lunch togther le.Lata going out with Mr Lim,cyas peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-1303771430474109186?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/1303771430474109186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=1303771430474109186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/1303771430474109186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/1303771430474109186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-in-singapore.html' title='Back in singapore.'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-491408630539812707</id><published>2007-11-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:17:33.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back tired.</title><content type='html'>Just back from aitong overnight camp la.Quite fun la,with all e kids,but very tired.Since ytd,i only had 3 hours of slp.Going die young.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks la i guess to e few nan chiau ppl:shirlyn,pamela,lynette,aloe/alo-wiss/weis (i really dunno how spell your name la) and then that guy poon e sth bahs?(paiseh la.also dunno ur name la)&lt;br /&gt;But main pnt still on mr wugui la.I really very guilty sia.I alrdy going meet clint at his hse at 4,then at e pri sch band camp so many things happen end up i also cannot zao.Then I call him,he boh pick up.I zhi hao msg liao lo.The time was like 3.30am,i cannot tahan liao too many things happen i just fell aslp with e kids.I wake up,saw 1 missed call from ah hsien,and 1 more msg.I read e msg liao i stun tio,I just like sit there on e gymnastic mat emo tio.Those who know me also know I is those sibei nian qing ppl,think of old things;reminisce,whatever.Then I just emo there,nearly cry la.&lt;br /&gt;I reach home now talking to ah hsien and amelia online,like on e verge of crying also.Lucky SiangYee cheered me up.But still very sad la.nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;To think that he wont come call me go out eat lunch at KFC with him aft he work finish,he wont eat steamboat with me and eddie and sujie anymore,he wont talk rubbish cock with me on e phone liao,we wont go xiaobing's hse slp on e bed liao,I wont stay overnight and sleep on his stinky doraemon pillow.I not gay,but i will really miss you la bro.Take care hor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-491408630539812707?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/491408630539812707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=491408630539812707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/491408630539812707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/491408630539812707'/><link 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to Vivo for dinner.Walao,the christmas tree big like godlike sia.Then the plate of chicken chop also big like godlike sia.Walao,then mr leow also fat like godlike sia.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Sick man,Vivo's got this shop,that is meant for ppl like us to go in.As quoted from dear mr lim:'We must go to shops that we cant afford,so that we can have a bit of hope in life' Lols,then there was this super nice phrase,well,more like funny,in the shop.And thats gna be e end of my post.CIAOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you criticise someone,walk a mile in their shoes first.&lt;br /&gt;That way,when you criticise them,you're one mile away from them AND you have their shoes^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-5332482771163213114?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-6668089411880994409</id><published>2007-11-20T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:53:48.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated BIRD Day Ranjini</title><content type='html'>Lols,ok,so im first going to say a happy belated BIRD day for ranjini cuz obviously it was her birthday yesterday.Cheers ehh! Go buy belated birthday pressies la for you stupid dumbasses who din buy her a birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;Ok,yesterday was a really FOOKing dumb day. Godlike was the food at hairy ganesh's hse.Sick man.His family can really pack a punch in their food man baby.Then we went to play pool and abit of CS.But all those are like small little bullshit craps compared to what happened=.=&lt;br /&gt;So,as matiin,deva and me were going home.It just came into my stupid mind and i shouted,'DEI MAT,LASSI!'&lt;br /&gt;And mat gave a stupid enlightened kinda face.And so we went to LASSI,but.yes.it happened.we were being 'tracked',and then we were super lucky as the guy was super nice,and we were let off with a bit of punishment which i did not receive.I dont want to explain what happened la.Later ppl come say this say that.Those who know can liao la.Dunno dunnid ask la.Just rmb if anyone asks you to LASSI,dont.I really mean DONT.ever do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my hamachi is cocking up.Walao,cannot trash DEVARAJ THEVAR in dota anymore=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-6668089411880994409?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/6668089411880994409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508548949226320970&amp;postID=6668089411880994409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6668089411880994409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508548949226320970/posts/default/6668089411880994409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-belated-bird-day-ranjini.html' title='Happy Belated BIRD Day Ranjini'/><author><name>Espoir</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508548949226320970.post-363977432959316624</id><published>2007-11-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:56:13.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww,tired.</title><content type='html'>Wow,super tiring day man.We went to SAJC open house!Cheers!Well,a stupid boy called AARON obviously is a road-tard,and we walked two miserable bus stops to find out that the bus stop we stopped at was the correct one=.=&lt;br /&gt;So,Xiuwen made me use a funny IC number which is probably non-existent,because apparently,they feel that 15year olds are too young to go to the open house.Shit-tarts.&lt;br /&gt;So with the help of the non-existent IC number,I managed to get a SA shoebag!Whoo,branded lehh.We saw Re'nim,yuzhen and siling also.But most importantly,we saw BLUE STRIPES^^&lt;br /&gt;So for those that knows,blue stripes are now the colour of the day =D&lt;br /&gt;Lols,lamely enough,me and xiuwen went to aaron's ah ma's house for dinner.So freakish weird and awkward la.Well,boring enough night,shall slp soon.Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dreamt of you last night,and no,it sure wasnt a good dream.In fact,it was a nightmare.The dream was weird,somehow,after an aitong band prac,me grace and seowhui saw you sitting at a carpark surrounded by empty HDB blocks.You were crying.Somehow,you said something about being left alone,and having no money.Then when i took out my wallet's money for you,you hugged me,saying that only i care for you.Suddenly we appeared at AMK Hub,then were walking.And you were taking a credit card that belongs to me to buy alot of things,then seowhui dragged me away and said something about you being a liar and only wants to cheat my money,but I was like saying No,_____ isnt such a person. But somehow i knew that you WERE cheating me.Then the dream suddenly changed to another scene where you were running away after hugging me again and laughing or what.And i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew you 3 years ago,I never ever once had this idea that you would do anything bad,because you are just so nice.So a dream being a dream,anything can happen,so let aside the part that you were a cheat in my dream,the only thing that is true about the dream...is that I will do anything for you,even if i know im hurting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-363977432959316624?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyesterdayday.blogspot.com/feeds/363977432959316624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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was like DARN fun la.Okay,so i was going to meet up with donut to go class bbq,but ended up that stupid chinese boy had lessons until 5,so he met with nigel and i met with miss suuuujie.So,obviously when we reached the bbq pit.we saw dumb shits like deva,yes that peh pundeh,and matiin,that dumb malay.And amazingly dumb,we spent most of the time playing with cards.Walao ehh,we seriously need to get a dumb life.And then our teacher mrs ong came.WHOO.and she played cards.WHOO.and yes,because of her noobiness,she got pawned by clint,WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;So after our bbq we went off first.Then some stupid cocked up fella called Nigel Lau Qing Xiang actually believed that Escape Theme Parky was open for 24 HOURS.Omg,that stupid dumb shit is actually so dumb man.Then we went off.and off.until we reached a park.Then amazingly,without any special occasions,there were fireworks man baby!FIREWORKS!And believe me,they sure are pretty.heh^^&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off separate ways,clint went to join the other ton-ing overnight group of ppl,zhiwei went home,mat went off with sujie to take some dumb bus,and i went with deva to take 88.Oh and deva was so smart,he thought that there was 88,but after a super long time of waiting,we found out that the last bus went off long ago=.=&lt;br /&gt;So,with my super genius brain,i suggested to deva that we should go another bus-stop,AND WE SAW SUJIE AND MAT!Lols,they also wait so long SIALE.Then deva was so dumb he nearly pee-ed in his pants when he saw 2 policemen walking by cuz he was afraid they would catch him go home.Stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;Well,sujie had a super taxi to bring her home,so Mat,Deva and me went to bishan by a bus.OMG!JUNCTION 8 IS DAMN COOL LA.There was this super fun reacting thingy,wherever our shadows went,they graphics reacted to us.Me and mat were acting like 2 dumb shit fucks as we ran around the small square like babies.Then we played this super boomerang game as i totally pawned MAT and DEVA'S arses.Whoo,ahahahha!DAMN IT!IT WAS SO FUN.Omg,I think we spent like around 1/2 hour-1hour just playing that shit=.=&lt;br /&gt;Mat decided to cab home and i walked with deva from bishan to amk.Right aft mat got onto the taxi,that stupid malay msged deva and showed us his stupidness in forgetting that he could drop us off=.=&lt;br /&gt;So we had to walk with our pathetically tired legs,with deva fearing for HANTUs to a macdonalds,where we played INDIAN POKER with deva's brother and cousin,and yes,we sabotaged the cousin into eating something disgusting and i cabbed home after that.Yes obviously i slept like a dumb shit pig until this morning and woke up with a fever so din go for band prac=.=&lt;br /&gt;My hand is pain-ing like a dog because i type too much.Lols,CIAOS ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508548949226320970-8585202354382216054?l=theyesterdayday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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